Title: Her First Love

Pairing: Rogan

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Rather sad, isn't it?

Some things you need to know: All of Rory's grandparents are involved in her life. She started Chilton in 9th grade. She never went to Stars Hollow High, but she still is the same Rory and lives in Stars Hollow. She and Paris were best friends from the beginning, as were she and Tristan. Also, she had always wanted to go to Yale.

Rory had loved him. There was no doubt about it. Of course, when she first met him she hated him. He was cocky, rich, and argued with her about everything. They met at Chilton her sophomore year, his junior; he had been Tristan's friend. He had earlier gone to some Swiss boarding school. She could remember their first kiss like it was yesterday. Even though they were a year apart, she was in a few of his classes. The teacher had picked two people from the class to debate on something or other; the teacher had picked him and her. That teacher wasn't very bright. The class knew they were in fro a show; they would fight to the death no matter what the issue. It would get out of hand; both of them would throw backhanded insults at each other and the teacher was never able to stop it.

The kiss happened in front of the entire class. They were yelling at each other, as per usual, and the class watched, amused, as per usual. Unnoticed by them, but certainly not the class, while they were yelling at each other they were inching closer and closer together. They had been arguing with such passion, passion they couldn't express for the other differently. She was debating, yelling really, when he finally realized how close they were. There was one method he had not yet tried to get her to stop yelling, no matter how much he wanted to. That day, in that classroom, he tried it, and it had worked. He quickly pulled her face to his and kissed her, andshe didn'tpull away. The class, along with the teacher, watched, amazed. To his complete and utter shock, she started to kiss him back. The bell rang and they jumped apart, their eyes locked to each others. The class had made no intention of leaving the scene in front of them. Even Paris, who was about as school obsessed as they come, was grinning at them; she had told Rory for weeks that he liked her. They were never apart after that. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that he loved her just as much as she loved him. She loved him, and he said that he loved her, but future acts made her think it was all talk.

Rory Gilmore-Hayden and Logan Huntzburger had dated for nine months, and then, the day before school started, he was gone. She had gone to his house and his parents, who had always liked her, told her that he had gone to boarding school; she drove home in tears.

Rory hadn't dated since, it hurt too much. Every guy was compared to him. Tristan and Paris were the only ones who really knew how much he hurt her, they were good friends. If she needed a shoulder to cry on, they were there. Lorelai worried about her daughter. It seemed when Logan left, he took something of her with him. She focused on school the next two years. She got into Yale, which made her happy, her grandfathers had been ecstatic; they both went to Yale. Paris was her roommate, but Tristan was a Princeton man. She still thought about Logan. As of now, Rory was halfway through her first semester at Yale. She had just exited her Game and Theory class when she heard her name called out.

"Rory!"

Rory looked around and located her friend. She had met Stephanie at the beginning of the semester, and as different as they were, they became fast friends.

"Hey, Steph."

"Want to join me at the pub? Explain to me what Professor Liton was talking about?"

Rory laughed "Sure."

They made their way to the pub and had just ordered when a tall Australian came and sat down at one of the empty sat at their table. Rory was surprised but realized, after looking at Stephanie, that she knew him.

"What are you doing Finn?"

"I'm hiding from Lo-."

"FINN, GIVE ME BACK MY WALLET!"

Rory looked over to see who the owner of the wallet was and the smile that had been put there by Finn had instantly vanished. There, in front of her, stood two guys. One brunette and one blonde, the blonde's face held the same expression hers did. The others noticed the same looked of disbelief and pain on the two's face. She couldn't believe it. She said the first thing that came to mind.

"So these are the friends from boarding school you mentioned."

He just stared at her. She turned to Stephanie.

"Can we do this later? I, um, need to be . . . somewhere." She put some money on the table and left the pub before the tears could fall. Logan stood in the same position staring at the same place she had been before she left. God he loved her. He had been so stupid. He couldn't believe what he had done to her, not tell her he was leaving, he just couldn't tell her. There was no way he would have been able to stand seeing her hurt. Her eyes, those beautiful eyes, would have held pain, and even though he knew it hurt her to leave without saying goodbye. If he had told her, he would have had to break up with her, and that would have been impossible. He didn't want her to feel obligated to stay with him, she was sixteen, and didn't deserve that. He realized, after he had left, that it was selfish, what he had done to her. Instead of taking the chance of getting hurt, he made her hurt enough for the both of them. It was Finn who broke the silence.

"Was that Ace?"

Colin and Stephanie looked at him in disbelief. They had heard about her. He never said her real name; he referred to her as Ace. When he came back for senior year, he hadn't been the same. They finally were able to get the truth out of him while he was drunk one night. They didn't actually think they would ever meet the girl that made their best friend fall in love. His answer came out in a strangled tone.

"Yes."

Short, I know, but I had this idea in my mind. Review please!