Mondays were never good for Rory. She never enjoyed them as much as she used to when she was younger and a preschooler. Her backpack haphazardly hanging from her shoulders and a grim look on her face, she made her way thorough the stairs and into the Chilton main hallway. The school was deserted; something that always caused relief for her in the morning. She later threw her backpack against the floor, which hit a few lockers that were below hers and attempted to open her locker.

This is every freaking Monday… God! Why didn't you give me another locker? Rory exclaimed in her mind, as her locker would not bulge open. She slammed her head against it and groaned. She jumped at the sudden touch of a pair of hands on her hips.

"Having a bit of trouble here?" It was barely inaudible, but the sensation of the husky voice sent shivers down Rory's spine.

"Help, Tristan…" Rory pleaded, her forehead still leaning on the cold metal surface. She felt him press his body with hers, his arms wrapping around her stomach and leaning his chin on her shoulder.

"Well, I would if I could, but you in my way, and I can't work my wonders if you're standing in the way," Tristan stated sweetly. Rory rolled her eyes and turned to face him.

"Fine." She shrugged out of his arms and moved to the side. Tristan smiled devilishly and slammed his fist on the door twice, which opened easily.

"I think I should get a treat for that," Tristan announced, leaning next to Rory as she shoved her books in the locker. Rory snickered and closed the locker.

"What did you have in mind?" Rory asked as she turned to her boyfriend. He raised an eyebrow, his trademark smirk appearing innocuously on his lips and leaned over, whispering into her ear.

"Right here, right now." Rory's jaw dropped at the words. Why did he always have that affect on her?

"What?"

Tristan leaned down, his lips just inches from hers. Rory licked her lips unconsciously and looked around the deserted hallway. Without thought, Rory closed the gap between them, crushing her lips on his with force. Never breaking contact, Tristan pushed her against the lockers, his forearm leaning next to her and his other arm wrapped tightly around her lower back.

"Sex-crazed pig," Rory whispered breathlessly when they broke for air. Tristan smiled and wriggled his eyebrows.

"You love it, anyways," he deadpanned and pushed himself away from her. Rory instinctively ran her hand through her hair and adjusted her shirt. A few students began to enter the school as Rory picked up her belongings from the ground.

"Well, Satan, I guess I'll see you in class…" Rory sighed and slowly walked away. Tristan smirked meekly and followed behind.

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After School…

"Tristan, could you not have your ego interrupt us in the middle of our assignment?" Paris blurted out after the heated debate between Rory and Tristan on the Shakespearian Era. He glanced up and clutched his heart sarcastically.

"Paris, you wound me," he winced. Rory rolled her eyes and opened her English book.

"Your head will blow up like a balloon if you keep that going, Bible Boy," Rory mumbled and leaned back in her chair. Louise and Madeline sat silently with smiles on their faces, the performance before being the greatest amusement yet.

"Well, Mary—"

"DuGrey! You're pushing it!" Paris cried out as she dropped her English book on the table.

"DuGrey! Where have you been?" a voice called out from the entrance of the cafeteria. Tristan turned to see Duncan with Bowman at his side. "We've been looking for you!"

"Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid," Paris murmured and rolled her eyes. Tristan laughed and stood up from his seat to meet with the boys, dragging them to the hallway and out of anyone's audible range. Rory pursed her lips; he had promised her that he wouldn't hang out with them since the start of their relationship. Something was going on, and Rory didn't like it at all.

"Sorry, it's just that I've been busy these last few weeks," Rory heard Tristan's voice echo faintly into the cafeteria.

"You know, they haven't been hanging out as much as they used to," Madeline blurted out as she filed her nails.

"Tristan saved himself a lot of trouble," Louise added.

"What do you mean?" Rory asked. Paris looked up from her papers.

"You don't know? Duncan and Bowman took apart Mr. McCaffey's car and put it back together in the Science building," Madeline chirped as Rory's mouth dropped in amazement.

"You're kidding."

"Not at all. Those two were suspended and I hate to admit it, but I am glad that Tristan was 'busy with some other things' or then he would be included in that ordeal," Paris reasoned and continued with her paperwork. Rory smiled inwardly; she could not be any prouder than she was of Tristan. Just then, he reentered the cafeteria and took his chair next to Rory.

"Well, since we're doing the last scene in Romeo and Juliet, we need to pick out the cast and start practicing as soon as possible," Paris announced as she handed out scripts to the group members. "Brad, you're Romeo."

"Paris!" the boy yelped, his eyes widening in horror.

"Paris, that is why we have Tristan. He can be our Romeo," Louise stated.

"But Brad is Romeo," Rory responded.

"Put in your other contact, Grandma. Tristan is Romeo. Brad can be the second guard on the left," Louise deadpanned. Rory discreetly bit her lower lip and turned to Paris.

"No," Paris exclaimed.

"She's kind of right, Paris. Tristan was born to be Romeo," Madeline chipped in. Paris sighed heavily and crossed her arms.

"Fine. Tristan is Romeo. Brad can be Friar Tuck—"

"And I can be Juliet," Louise interrupted.

"Wrong," Paris corrected her.

"Hey!"

"Juliet's supposed to be chaste."

"Oh." Louise leaned in her chair defeated. Paris turned to Madeline and shook her head.

"And she has more than three lines." Madeline scoffed and continued to file her nails. Paris turned to Rory, who was playing around with her pencil. She looked up when the conversation had stopped. All were looking at her and fear struck in.

"Oh no…"

"Too late," Paris chimed as she closed her books and tucked them in her arms. Rory glanced over at Tristan, his eyes gleaming with amusement, before protesting.

"It can't be too late! We haven't done anything yet!" Rory exclaimed, her eyebrows furrowing and her hands forming beads of sweat in them. Paris annoyingly dropped her books once more, causing everyone to jump.

"You're Juliet. You are the best public speaker here, you definitely have that waif thing down, and you will look great dead. Rehearsal is at 8 pm tomorrow at Miss Patty's studio in Stars Hollow. Don't be late." With that, Paris picked up her things and left the cafeteria. The rest picked up their things and headed out of the room. Rory just sat there in awe and sighed. Tristan stood up with his books in his hands and followed the crew, being the last one heading out. Instead of leaving, he swiftly turned around and shut the cafeteria door behind him.

"My, my, aren't we feisty and annoyed today?" Tristan cooed as he sauntered slowly toward Rory. She shook herself out of her haze and turned to her boyfriend.

"What?"

"I mean, you didn't want to be Juliet with me as Romeo?"

"Come on, Tristan, I was trying to make this look like nothing was going on," Rory responded defensively as she crossed her arms over her chest. Tristan smirked as he watched her gather her things hazardously and shove them in her book bag. She hid her blush as she stuck the English Literature Book in her bag, and she organized her papers in a neat stack. She felt a pair of strong arms encircle her waist and bring her against a muscular chest. Never in her life had she felt so safe, so secure, so complete. She loved the feelings he made her encounter with everyone of his touches, caresses, affectionate words.

"You know," Tristan whispered delightfully against her neck, his breath sending shivers down her back, "I seem to have quite an effect on you, Miss Gilmore... and I like it."

"Well, ego brain, I can see how much effect I have on you," Rory whispered back, his groin smashing against her rump. Thoughts of the weekend they had spent together drifted into her mind, the heat within her slowing rising to its peak.

"You don't know what you do to me, Gilmore..." Tristan whispered heatedly, his arms tightening around her to bring them closer together.

"Tristan, I need to go home," Rory blurted out, in hopes of not getting any further than touching in the school cafeteria.

"Mary!" Tristan whined childishly as Rory turned around in his arms.

"I'm not going to do it in the cafeteria!" Rory yelped and quickly blushed at her frantic words. Tristan smiled enticingly, knowing that Rory was about to smack herself brutally. In hopes of not making matters worse, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and led her out of the cafeteria.

"Let's go. I don't want to do it in the cafeteria either," Tristan retorted before closing the door behind him.

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