Cotton Candy:

Rory's just moved from New York to Hartford and is starting Chilton. However, life's screwed her over and her personality is like Jess'. (we love you Jess!) Finn's going to be in this fic because he is just the best and his accent is way sexy! And so is Jess and Tristan. Rory's not going to be weak or virginal. Enjoy! (I hope)

Tristan POV

He remembered. Oh hell yeah, he definitely remembered. Long coffee coloured tresses, cotton candy pink lips, legs that went on forever, milky complexion and a body blessed by God. But the thing he remembered the most, the thing that haunted his every thought, those eyes. Midnight blue eyes that demanded attention. Eyes that seemed to swirl like the bottom of the ocean. Put it all together and you had Lorelai "Rory" Leigh Gilmore Hayden the Third...

Rory POV

Looking around I couldn't see Jess anywhere. Trust him to be late on a school day, especially the first day back. It was bad enough I was transferring to this hell hole, disguised in the form of a prestigious school named Chilton, but the fact that my so called friend had ditched me to probably chase his latest piece of ass, just not acceptable. Taking off my helmet I surveyed the school grounds and decided to go in without him, I'd make him pay later.

Coming up to the double doors I couldn't help but glance over at my reflection. The uniform required was the pits. Literally, so I decided to spice it up a bit, my style. I'd passed on the pumps and chosen to wear black army boots with fishnet thigh highs. The skirt had been cut off to about 3 and a half inches above my knee so that when I walked it flashed the tops of my thigh highs. Unfortunately I couldn't do anything about the colour so it was till navy blue. I had on the navy blue sweater vest with the light blue long sleeved shirt and tie, again compulsory to wear. I had added my little black jacket that stopped just below my breasts, a shiny, thin, pink headband in my hair and silver hoops. Black eye liner surrounded my eyes and lip gloss finished the look.

As soon as I walked through the doors I started to receive horrified looks. Probably didn't help that my face was blank with a slightly hostile look in my eyes, but hey, if I had to go to this crappy school the least they could do was stay out of my way. Why the hell me? Why did I have to leave New York and come live here? Oh yeah. The bastard couldn't handle the fact that I refused to let him touch me anymore; that I was finally strong enough to resist.