Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Gilmore Girls.

Author's Note: This is my very first fanfiction ever so be kind and please review. This is also only the intro chapter. Just wait for the juicy stuff.

Rory Gilmore was trying to concentrate. She really was. In fact, if anybody had been looking at her, as it happens at least one was, they would've assumed she was being the faultless student she always was. But Rory had felt his gaze and brushes of his fingertips for the last 45 minutes of a 55 minute class period. Her attention wasn't on the notes that she appeared to be perusing. Her thoughts were on the Spawn of Satan directly behind her.

Tristan Dugrey was the bane of Rory's existence. He tormented her; teasing and taunting her, calling her Mary, while still maintaining his appeal to the majority of female student body at Chilton. One look cast with those piercing blue eyes and he would have almost any girl up against a locker with their lips and bodies fused together. More often than not it just happened to be the locker belonging to a certain other blue-eyed individual. While Rory usually wouldn't waste her time thinking about someone as incorrigible as Tristan, she had found herself thinking about him more than usual. Now, though, he was especially hard to ignore when she could practically feel his heated breath on her neck.

He had stunned her with the words almost said after a rigorous group meeting and a presumably more rigorous date with Paris. Rory was naïve, however, and did not firmly grasp his attempts at a blunt confession. She knew she was a game to him, a worthless conquest only to become a joke at a party full of drunken Chiltonites in expensive houses and brand name clothing. That was a whole other world for Rory, yet a constant atmosphere for Tristan. Her attempt at penetrating that world was the start of the feelings Rory was experiencing.

The words he had said after Rory orchestrated a failing date with Paris had indeed made Rory feel guilty. She hadn't even stopped to think that he may not yet be over Summer Harwood. Although she was clueless as to why he would even "date" her to begin with. Nevertheless, the breakup at the Chilton party was dramatic and quite the scene. Rory had felt guilty. Then that Monday after the disastrous date, things were back to normal with her constant tormentor.

Rory was in study hall trying to use the time wisely but Tristan was at it again. He deliberately sat right behind her and stared. The entire class period. His gaze was accompanied by the feather light touches of his surprisingly warm hands. Keeping the shivers down was the hardest thing to control. She couldn't take it. She could feel the hotness of his breath from what she knew were his full, smirking lips.

"Brrriiinnnggg!" the bell sounded.

Rory breathed a sigh of relief and began packing up when she suddenly froze.

Tristan swooped down. his lips brushing against her ear and whispered, "See you tomorrow, Mary." Then, smirking, he winked at her and walked out of the classroom pen in his mouth.