Title: Let Me Go
Rating: T
Summary: When Rory arrives at Chilton for junior year, people definitely notice the changes in her behavior. Some care, most don't. But what if there is a much larger story than everyone knows? Trory.
A/N: Okay, so when I was in Florida the song Let Me Go by 3 Doors Down kept playing every five minutes, and I loved it! So this story is based on that. But, you don't need to know the song in order to like or understand the story, so don't worry about that. Rory is going to be sort of like a Peyton (One Tree Hill) troubled-but-hiding-it type of character.
Timeline: Junior year at Chilton (2nd season). There will be flashbacks though, to kind of unravel Rory's story one chapter at a time.
Let Me Go
Chapter 1: Some Things Change
Rory stared up at the gray stone building and sighed. It wasn't some slack-allowing public school. That much is for sure. But the gossip here was just as bigand badas back home.
She wished she was back in Stars Hollow. Even the empty house as a constant reminder of everything was better than this. Well, the house wasn't totally empty. There was still…
She walked into the building alone, keeping her head down to avoid the stares she knew she would be receiving.
The Hartford socialites only knew that Rory Gilmore, the perfect student, had missed the last three weeks of school that past spring. And none of them had heard from her over the summer either.
They didn't know about anything else. At least that was a releif.
11 months earlier
"Honey, there's something I have to tell you," Lorelai said sadly.
"Can't it wait? I'm going to be late for school. It's only the 3rd week and I have so much to catch up on! Do you really want your daughter to be known as 'the girl falling behind?' It's already hard enough being 'the girl whose mom dated her teacher for like a week and then dumped him.' Sheesh!" Rory ranted as she ran in and out of the kitchen, finding books to load into her backpack.
"Damn it Rory! This is important!" Lorelai exclaimed.
Her daughter was shocked at her behavior. Lorelai never lost her temper so easily. She sat down in the seat across from her mother, waiting expectantly.
"One time, I mean that's normal. Well maybe not normal, but believable, you know? But twice? I must be jinxed or something!" Lorelai rambled on.
"Mom. Quit it with the foreplay. Just tell me. What is it?" Rory asked with concern.
"Honey… I'm… I'm pregnant," she stated, as if she didn't even believe it herself.
"Why won't you fucking open?" Rory screamed at her locker in frustration. Why was it that she was always the one who got stuck with the jammed locker? 'I bet Paris has something to do with it' she thought to herself.
"Did I just hear my Mary shout profanities out loud for everyone to hear?" Tristan asked from beside her, feigning shock. "I never thought I'd see the day!"
"Well some things change!" Rory snapped. "And the name is Rory!"
This time Tristan didn't have to pretend to be shocked. It just came naturally. This was a step up from her usual sarcastic comeback. "Mary, Mary. What's gotten into you?"
"Nothing. Maybe I'm just sick of your lame-ass excuse of flirting!" she exclaimed.
"Sorry, sorry. Peace?"
Rory studied him for a minute. He seemed sincere enough. She brightened. "Deal."
"So if I was flirting all those times before, that means you were flirting with me too," Tristan said with a smirk.
She just rolled her eyes. She understood that he just couldn't help himself though.
"Tisk Tisk. Wait until I tell Bagboy you've been being unfaithful. How is the beave, by the way?"
"I broke up with Dean remember?"
"Oh yes. I figured you guys had made up by now though."
"Nah. The floppy hair style just wasn't working for me anymore," she answered with a wink as she walked away.
He just stared after her, his trademark smirk once again finding it's way to his face.
A/N: So, what did you think? I already have the story line all worked out in my head. Please reveiw! I don't care if it's stupid or anything, (your reveiw not my story) I just want to know people are reading it. And I promise to update my other stories too.