| Chapter Two
Tristan grumbled under his breath with a scowl on his face, fidgeting his tie, as he walked from his car towards what he currently referred to as hell. He was not happy about this. Of course the rest of his precinct found out about his mission and teased him mercifully. Tony was not much better. After finding out the news that night, Tristan went over to his home where he was resting after being sewn back up. Tony grinned at him big time. "Lucky you Dugrey, getting an assignment with a bunch of Catholic school girls." Tristan scowled at him, before grumbling, "It�s not a Catholic school, it�s a prep school you retard." "They wear uniforms, correct?" Tristan nodded his head. "Close enough... Oh, oh, are you going to have to wear an uniform also? A suit and tie?" Tony howled with laughter as Tristan turned red with anger. "Oh man! I need to see this!" "Some friend you are," Tristan grumbled, getting up to leave. "It�s your fault I�m even in this predicament!" "I�m sure everything will turn out fine, Tristan," Heather, Tony�s wife, said, as he walked towards the door. However her face betrayed her words, as a small smile played on her lips. Upon arriving to the school�s office, Tristan found himself immediately ushered into the Head Master Charleston�s office. "Officer Dugrey, have a seat," Charleston said, once the door had closed behind him. Tristan sat down, playing with his tie yet again. He immediately felt like a 17 year old kid who had been sent to the principal�s office. Man, he hated this feeling. "Rest assured, I am the only one here at this school who knows that you are really an undercover cop," Charleston explained. "I felt it was better keeping it to myself, than alerting any of the teachers." Tristan nodded his head. Who knows, maybe the drug dealer was one of the teachers? "However, because of this you will be treated like any other student in this school by the teachers, meaning they will expect you to show up to your classes and to do your homework." "Excuse me?" Tristan asked. Edwards never mentioned him actually having to do schoolwork. "How you do your work, does not concern me," Charleston explained. "The fake school records that have been put in place as from your old school show you as an average student, if that helps any." Tristan nodded his head, no way he was doing any homework in his spare time. He had already served his four years of high school. "To show you the ropes of the school, and help you find your classes," Charleston went on. "I�ll have a student help you around. She should be waiting out in the office right now." Tristan nodded his head, getting up to follow the head master back out to the main office. "Ah, Rory," Charleston greeted. "This is our new student Tristan Dugrey. Tristan, Rory Gilmore, Vice President of the student body." Tristan nodded his head towards the young girl who stood before him. Being the guy that he was, he could not help but let his eyes rake over the girl. Her coffee brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail, and her eyes were the bluest blue he had ever seen. What he liked most about her, was that she had an innocence about her. "Hello," Rory smiled warmly, sticking her hand out in greeting. Shaking her hand, Tristan ignored the tingles that went through him at her touch. This mission was going to be harder than he thought... - "Here, let me see your schedule," Rory said, once they were out in the hallway, away from the head master. Tristan handed it to her, still quiet. "Your locker is in the same hallway as mine, and you�re in my first class," Rory said, looking up and smiling at him, before leading him towards their lockers. Still trying to get a grip on herself since shaking his hand, Rory stared straight ahead. Was he as effected by the simple touch, as she was? Glancing over at him, as he walked alongside her, he seemed to be taking in everything around him. She saw him smirking at some of the looks the other girls� seemed to be giving him. Nope, he did not seem effected by it at all. Shaking her head a bit, she had to get it out of her head, as he seemed to be the player type by the way he walked, and looked. There was no doubt in her mind that he would settle himself into the role of the ruling King of Chilton by the end of the day. Noticing the movement of her head, he glanced down at her. "You alright?" Rory glanced up at him, expecting him to be smirking, but was surprise to see what seemed like a genuine smile on his lips. "Um yeah, just remembering something," Rory said, as they reached his locker. "Here�s your locker. Mine is just down a bit." She quickly scurried down the hall. - Tristan shook his head as he opened his locker. Man, was he getting the looks from the young high school girls. The looks of jealousy shot at Rory did not go unnoticed by him. What he would give to be just four years younger... But no, he could not act on any of those looks, as they were all jail bait for him. Plus it would be unprofessional of him. - "So, you the new guy?" Tristan looked beside him to see a blonde hair guy, as he exited the classroom. It was his last class before lunch. Rory had shown him where the lunch room was, before showing him to his class he had just finished, then she had quickly scurried away. He was getting the feeling that he intimidated her a bit. "Yeah, Tristan Dugrey," Tristan said. "Logan Huntzberger," the guy smiled. "Was going to see if you want to sit with my crew for lunch?" "Sure," Tristan answered, following the guy to the lunch room. He looked both rich and popular. It would be good for him to get in with the popular kids, to investigate. "Hello ladies," Logan said sitting down at a table, Tristan sat down glancing over at the faces of the people sitting at the table. It was three girls and one guy. As he glanced down at the girl�s, he noticed with surprise one was none other than Rory Gilmore. "Hello Logan, whose your friend?" a blonde girl asked seductively. "This is the new guy, Tristan Dugrey," Logan introduced. "Tristan this is Louise, Madeline, Rory, and Colin." "Oh, I�ve already met Rory," Tristan said with a smirk on his face, as Rory looked up from her book for the first time since he sat down. She looked at him in surprise, not realizing that he had sat at her table until now. "Really?" Louise asked, shooting a glance at Rory. "When?" "She�s my tour guide," Tristan said, glancing back at Rory to see she was back in her own world, reading her book. "I swear, someone needs to take that girl�s books away from her," Colin said, seeing the direction of Tristan�s look. "She�s like the character from that cartoon, that girl in the yellow dress, whose always reading? She talked to animals, or furniture, or something," a guy with dark hair and an Australian accent said, as he sat down beside Rory, wrapping an arm around her. "Aren�t you love?" Tristan narrowed his eyes, wondering if this was her boyfriend. Rory rolled her eyes, shrugging his arm off of her. "You mean �Beauty and the Beast�, Finn?" Madeline suggested. "That�s the one, doll!" Finn said. He glanced towards Tristan. "Names Finn." Tristan nodded at him. "Tristan." He then looked down at his lunch with distaste. He had forgotten how much he hated cafeteria food. "And how exactly do you know so much about the �Beauty and the Beast�, Finn?" Colin asked in a mockingly voice. "Sisters," Finn shrugged his shoulders like it was obvious. "Dumbass, you�re an only child," Logan laughed, as Finn glared at him. "Oh, does our little Finny Winny enjoy watching Disney cartoons?" Colin asked in a baby voice, earning another glare from Finn. Finn shrugged his shoulders. "So what? I enjoy happy endings." "Aww, a soft side of Finn," Louise cooed, with a smirk on her face. "Do you sing along with them?" Colin pried. At Finn�s silence, everyone started laughing. Even Rory could not help but crack a small grin, while she pretended to ignore everyone with her book. Only Tristan noticed. "Where�s Paris?" Madeline asked, once everyone calmed down. "Probably busy with the Franklin," Louise said dully, rolling her eyes, before turning her attention back to Tristan. "So, Tristan, got a girlfriend back at your old school?" Tristan set his milk carton down, shaking his head. "Nope." "Well then," Louise said, a wide grin on her face. "You have to come to Duncan�s party this weekend. He always throws the best parties. Everyone will be there." Tristan perked up at the word party, knowing that it would be the perfect place for him to be. "Won�t miss it," Tristan said back with a wink. He missed Rory roll her eyes. - Tristan sighed, throwing his bag on a chair, as he entered his small apartment. He immediately took off the tie that hung loosely around his neck, tossing it on the couch, as he headed to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator, groaning at the contents. Or more of, the lack of contents. He needed to go shopping. Slamming the door shut, he headed back to the living room, collapsing onto the couch. He groaned, as the phone rang. He lazily reached over the back of the couch to grab it, as his head immediately fell back to the arm rest. "What?" he grunted into the receiver. "Dugrey," a stern voice snapped out. Tristan immediately sat up straight. Just the voice of the man could make him straighten in his seat. "Yes sir?" "Just checking up on your progress," Edwards said. "Slow, but that�s expected," Tristan said. "However, I�ll be going to a party this weekend that supposedly everyone will be at. At lunch, I sat with their rich, popular kids. I also plan on investigating into the loner types." "Good," Edwards said thoughtfully. "Keep at it, and report back regularly with your progress." "Yes sir," Tristan said, as he heard the click, before the dial tone came through. Tristan rolled his eyes, as he laid back down. This was one mission he just wanted over... |
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