AN: These one-shots are fun. Let me know what you think. Insert disclaimer here.


I hate the way you talk to me,
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
It even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you're always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
Even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you're not around,
And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,
Not even close…
Not even a little bit…
Not even at all.

(from 10 Things I Hate About You)


Rory fell into bed that night still seething about her awful, awful day. Having Anna around was supposed to be fun and exciting - they should have been able to go on their tour, have some coffee, sit on a few historic benches, and then Anna should have gone back to Chilton telling everyone about how amazing Yale was (and how amazing Rory was).

Instead, it was a disaster. First that crap Logan pulled in Bell's class - what was that about? What had she ever done to that guy?

But that wasn't the least of it. Anna's disappearing act was what put her over the top.

And to top it all off, Marty actually thought Logan had a thing for her. Logan, the cocky socialite who thought everyone and everything was at his disposal, especially women. The guy who couldn't even remember her name the first day he saw her, and probably still didn't know that her given name wasn't "Ace." The guy who always seemed to get the upper hand.

Marty thought Logan liked her? That would be ridiculous. Logan, the guy who manipulated her into jumping off that huge freaking tower; the guy could probably sell ice to an eskimo if he set his mind on it. He did not like her.

Well, sure, he'd made the "Male Yale" party not suck. But that had nothing to do with anything. Pretending to be her boyfriend was a game to him. (Although his arm had felt pretty nice around her, she had to admit.) But that stunt he pulled today? Totally insane. Completely irresponsible. (But kind of funny.)

And even if Logan did have a thing for her, nothing would ever happen. She could never like someone so overly confident and mischievous. He reminded her of Tristan, with his pranks and his "my daddy will buy my way out of this" attitude. That comparison alone was enough to turn her off. (Although, to be honest, Rory hadn't thought kissing Tristan was too shockingly disgusting.)

Rory briefly allowed herself to wonder what it would be like to kiss Logan. His lips were so inviting, and she knew he'd had a lot of opportunities to perfect the craft. She wondered what his hair would feel like in her fingers. What would it be like, she wondered, to be that close to someone with so much charisma?

She sighed.

Of course, it was a moot point. She could never like Logan Huntzberger.