1A/N: Okay I do not own Gilmore Girls that much is obvious seeing as I am not any part of the CW now this is the only time I am going to use this 'disclaimer' because I have better things to do than convince everyone of the obvious. Enjoy the Story. I am not sure how often I am going to update so if you are my first reviewer than please tell me how often would be acctepable.

Time: Rory's first year in Chilton.

Setting: The headmaster's office.

Differences: Rory is more confident in herself, and Tristan is sadistic.

The Meeting

"Ms. Gilmore," Headmaster Charleston said, " here at Chilton we have very high standards and I am sorry to say that I do not find it very likely that you will succeed here."

Rory looked at her new headmaster in a disbelieving manner. "I'm sorry I must have misunderstood you, are you telling me that you are expecting me to fail?"

"Unfortunately, I am..." Charleston started but Rory had cut him off.

"Headmaster I'm sorry but I think it's time for me to leave, I don't want to be late for my first class." Rory stated in hidden rage. Rory stormed out of his office and went straight to the attendance office to get her schedule and locker number and combination.

People seemed to notice and take interest in Rory for some reason nobody could fathom. For a few minutes it seemed to bother her but in the end she decided to ignore it. After five minutes of mindless wandering she finally admitted defeat and that she was lost. She decided to ask directions of the next person she saw. Rory noticed a good looking boy about her age leaning against a row of lockers. So Rory marched over to him.

"Hey, I'm Rory."

The boy didn't acknowledge her presence.

Rory thought this might be a normal action for Chilton students and let his rudeness slide. She instead asked her question, "Um, I'm new here and I kinda got lost can you tell me how to get to the attendance office?" She waited for his answer but when she realized that she wouldn't be getting one and that this boy was just ignoring her she got mad. "Hey what the hell is your problem I am just asking you to tell me how to get somewhere god is that task so hard for your smallish brain to handle! God I'll just go ask someone else!"

She started to march away when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, he had her wrist in a death grip slammed her in to the lockers and said in a low voice, "Don't insult me again or it might just be the last thing you do! The attendance office is just around the corner and," he said in a even lower voice right by her ear, "not one thing on or in my body is anywhere close to small, I might even decide to show you some time. By the way the name is Tristan" he pulled away from her showing Rory that he was wearing a smirk.

Rory was discusted by this boy's, Tristan's, whole speech and it show on her face.

"How dare you even think that I would go for something like that, now let go of my wrist or you will get a knee where you really don't want one!" Rory spat at him.

Tristan let go, but only because he was in shock that this girl, Rory, had just threatened him. For some reason though it turned him on, he liked it when they were fighter, he loved to break 'em.

Rory had already made her escape and headed in the way Tristan had said was the attendance office was.