two blondes and a brunette

Yale?

"Mary?"

Logan moved out of the way so he and Rory could get a better look at the man to see who it was. But Rory knew as soon as she heard him. His voice. His nickname for her. She couldn't believe it. It couldn't be.

And then she saw him, standing there in his tux, his hands in his pant pockets, staring into her eyes, with his trademark smirk. That smirk. That hair. He was the mystery blonde. It was Tristan. Tristan DuGray. Oh my God Tristan!

"Tristan!" Rory shouted as she ran into his arms.

Tristan took her in, and let her hug him, a few seconds too many before finally letting go. Rory stepped back with a big smile on her face and looked up to meet his eyes. Instantly she realized what she had just done. She ran into the arms of a man she hadn't seen since high school. Someone she had hated.  But she didn't hate him, did she. As soon as she realized this her eyes went straight to her feet and she lost the ability to form proper sentences.

"I... I- ugh, I didn't mean to just- sorry about tha-", she stuttered out before he cut her off.

"Relax Mary, I knew you'd miss me." he said laughing. That laugh.

"Her name is Rory. " said Logan, dragging her name out as long as he could, and reminding Rory that he was still there.

"Logan, this is Tristan DuGray, an old friend from high school" she said smiling, moving backward so she could both the blondes. "and Tristan, this is Logan Huntzberger my ... " friend? Was Logan her friend?

"Friend from Yale.", Logan finished for her, with a smirk of his own.

"Yale?" Tristan asked, surprised. "You an Eli Mare? What happened to that Harvard obsessed teenager I used to know? I mean there's no way they could've rejected her, right?", he asked.

"Nope, they didn't reject her, but she changed her mind." she shrugged. It was a Yale party after all, it would be weird if she didn't go to Yale, but still came to the party. Wait. Why was he here?

"What about you? This is supposed to be Yale Alumni, weren't all you DuGray men Princeton bound?" She asked.

"We were." he said smugly.

Rory waited for him to continue but when he didn't she asked, "So?"

"So what?", he asked.

"Yale?"

"Well I'm a student there Mare." he said with a smirk on his face. No. No way. Tristan went to Yale?!

"Still doesn't explain the Alumni part", Logan said, once again having to make his presence known to the two.

"My mom was an Eli" he explained, finally looking at the other man, with a smile.

But Rory could tell there was something off about his smile. It was the smile used at boring events where you had to talk to people you didn't want to.  The fake smile.  The society smile. But why did she notice this? She didn't know him that well?

She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard her grandfather's voice.

"Rory, ah, there you are. Logan, Tristan." He said, nodding them hello. "Well I can see you're in good hands, I will leave the three of you to whatever conversation you were having. Tristan, do you have any idea where your grandfather might be?" He asked. Janlan. His grandfather. He was the man from earlier.

"No, sir", answered Tristan.

Before Richard could say anything, Emily came up to ask him to greet some more guests, and left, giving Rory a knowing look, after seeing the two blonde men standing next to her.

As soon as her grandparents left, Logan started talking, "So Ace, I think it's time to teach you the first lesson of suffering a painfully boring party like this."

"And what would that be?" She asked.

"Finn!" Logan called.

"Finn's here?" She asked.

"Of course he is Ace. So as I was saying...