AN: Ok so to those of you who read my other Gilmore fic, Twist of Fate, I promise I am still working on it but this idea popped into my head and hasn't left me alone. I got the idea for this story watching the movie Blue Lagoon: The Awakening on Life Time. I took some scenes from the movie but wrote them my own way. I do not own Gilmore Girls or the characters. Hope you all enjoy!

Prologue

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Rory Gilmore groaned as her alarm clock beeped obnoxiously in her ear. It was time for another day. She sat up switched off the alarm and got out of bed making it quickly before heading for her dresser. She grabbed her clothes for the day before heading toward the bathroom. She took a shower, blow dried her hair straight and pulled it up in a ponytail before doing her makeup with a touch of blush and some lip-gloss before pulling on her uniform. One reason did love going to private school, she didn't have to worry about what to wear every day. She walked out of the bathroom and headed into the living room.

"Mom it's almost seven!" She called up stairs before heading into the kitchen; coffee was already brewing in the pot, as always. She grabbed pop tarts from the cabinet and took them over to the toaster as her mom came in.

Lorelai was dressed in a black pencil skirt that hit at the knee, a blue blouse and her blazer hung on the kitchen chair. Her hair was curled and let down for a more casual feel.

"Wow, you're dressed nice today," She said. It was nothing new, her mom always dressed well for work but it seemed extra nice today with her pearl earrings and necklace and nice Prada pumps that cost her month salary.

"Big wig is coming in to look at the Inn for a wedding this summer; if we land the deal it would be huge," Lorelai said brightly while she poured two to-go cups of coffee.

"Nice, make sure you have them try some of Sookie's cake, they'll be eating out of your hand," Rory said with a smile.

"Already working on it," Lorelai returned as she handed Rory one of the coffees and Rory exchanged her a pop tart and they headed out. They got into Lorelai's jeep and headed into town, she dropped Rory at the bus stop. "Have a good day, learn stuff," she said brightly and Rory smiled.

"I will, good luck getting the wedding," she said.

"Thanks babe," Lorelai said before pulling away.

"Mr. Huntzberger, it's time to get up," Logan groaned as he heard a screech and light shone brightly into his eyes, the maid had opened the blinds. He grabbed the pillow beside him covered his head with it. "You're going to be late and you know how your father would feel about that," She chided while pulling on the sheets and he sat up in annoyance glared at Silvia. She was in her late fifties, slightly rounder build, Hispanic descent her black hair tied in a bun and her brown eyes did not falter at his glare. "Now young man you know that look doesn't work on me, get up, breakfast in ten," she said before leaving the room and Logan chuckled a bit, Silvia was one of few staff members at the house who was unafraid of him. The other maids, cooks and butlers shuffled around the family quietly as possible, not speaking unless spoken to and pretty much disappearing into the background and if one slipped up they were fired. The only house Logan knew off with a higher turnover rate of staffers was the Gilmores. Silvia had been the longest to stay with the Huntzberger's starting out as Logan's nanny when he was five, after numerous others had either quit or been fired, she was strong willed, stubborn and made sure the job got done right. His parents called her a godsend because Logan listened to her and was fairly well behaved when she was around and took it upon herself to give all new employees the lay of the land so that the Huntzbergers themselves didn't have to bother, so even after Logan had been sent off to boarding school at the age of ten they'd kept her around and she practically ran the house.

Now Logan was back living at the family compound in Hartford for his senior year at Chilton Prep rather than another boarding school. After his and his friends last stunt of sinking the head masters car in a lake only two weeks into the school year his father had ordered him home. He guesses Mitchum felt he could control Logan's antics better if he were under his roof. Logan had a strict curfew; every charge to his black card was monitored and under no uncertain terms he was to go to class, do his work, pass his tests and graduate in May and go to Yale. Logan of course wanted to get out of the house as soon as possible, he wanted to be at college next year so he did go to school and tried to stay out of trouble.

He got up and showered and dressed into his uniform, light khakis, light blue dress shirt, navy blue blazer and tie. He styled his hair a bit messily before heading down stairs for breakfast. It was no surprise to him that he found the dining room empty. His father was already at work, he'd guess his mother is out doing whatever it is she does and his older sister Honor is a sophomore at Berkley and only home on Holiday's. He ate his breakfast quickly before heading out to school.

Rory smiled as she sat down at the lunch table next to Paris, Madeline and Louise sat across from them, counting out the number of chips they were allowed to eat. Rory doesn't know why they worried they were both stick thin; there wasn't an ounce of fat on either girl. She guesses she's lucky though because she has her mother's genes that allowed her to eat mountains of junk and never gain weight; they called it the Lorelai paradox. Though she still doubts that the two needed to be counting potato chips. Paris started talking to them about the next issue of their school paper The Franklin, in which Paris was the editor and they were all staff members.

Rory felt a pair of eyes on her and looked up, catching a set of brown eyes across the cafeteria, and couldn't help it she smiled but then the eyes looked away. Rory however did not. The brown eyes belonged to one Logan Huntzberger, the senior class resident bad boy. With his dirty blond hair cut short and fashioned messily, striking facial features, including his whiskey brown eyes and killer dimples, muscular build, nonchalant laid back attitude toward most anything and of course a trust fund that rivaled that of royalty he had all the girls in school swooning for him the second he walked in to Chilton in September. He'd transferred after supposedly being kicked out of every boarding school in Europe and some in the states, the stories of which made him a legend. All the girls wanted to date him and all the guys wanted to be him, or at least be near him perhaps hoping they'd become part of the legend she'd guess. He however seemed to not give a damn about any of it. Sure he kept a string of girls, as Louise had told her there was a line to get to him, hung out with a couple other popular guys from their class and attended parties but usually he looked pretty bored with it all.

She doesn't know why she cares, or why she sometimes catches herself looking at him for no reason. Sure she didn't have a boyfriend and she could look at any guy she wanted. However it wasn't like a girl like her would have a chance in hell with Logan, nor did she really want one. She was not interest in being a notch on a bed post. Yet sometimes she just couldn't help but look and wonder what was going on in his head.

"Earth to Gilmore, are you listening to me?" Paris asked aggravated, Rory sighed and looked over at her friend, if you could really call Paris that.

"Sorry," she said simply.

"What are you looking at?" Louise asked turning to see what Rory had been staring at. "Oh I see," she said wickedly turning back to Rory.

"You see nothing, I just zoned out that's all," she said.

"You don't zone out, Huntz caught your eye huh? I definitely approve," Maddy said both her and Louise smirking.

"Please, Rory is not that stupid, she's a girlfriend girl, he's a playboy, they don't mix," Paris stated.

"Exactly, I wouldn't go there," Rory agreed with a nod.

"Oh I would, he's so hot," Louise returned, Rory rolled her eyes.

"Anyway, what were we talking about?" she asked.

"Humanity Trip meeting this afternoon, four o'clock," Paris said as an order rather than a statement Rory nodded.

"I know," she assured. Every year Chilton arranged a Project for Humanity trip with a group of volunteers from their senior class who would vote on a location where there was help needed building things like homes, schools etc. The trip would be during their Spring break so they didn't miss any classes and got extra credit for the trip. This year they were going to the Republic of Trinidad where they'd be helping build a school. Rory volunteered because she thought it would be a great and rewarding experience. Paris was going mostly for extra credit and it would look good on her transcripts, even though they'd already gone through the whole University application thing in October and now it was a waiting game for their acceptance letters. Louise and Madeline she is pretty sure are only going for two reasons: the sun and Paris made them.

"I'm going to the library, see you guys later," she said standing up picking up her empty tray.

"Bye," The girls chorused and she tossed out her tray before walking out of the cafeteria, passing Logan's table she noticed several guys staring but ignored it, however to her surprise Logan caught her eye and smirked at her before looking away and it sent a tingling feeling through her but she shook it off, she could not go there.

Logan sighed as he sat down at the lunch table, he was not particularly interest in eating, nor socializing that was sometimes forced at Chilton even during menial times like lunch hour. Headmaster Charleston had even called him into his office and expressed his disinterest in Logan's lack of socializing, brought on by the fact Logan usually chose to eat lunch out, though it wasn't technically allowed. It mostly went in one ear and out the other. However to appease him, and as not to get his father involved, Logan started eating lunch in the cafeteria with a group of guys from his Lit class. They were decent enough guys, shared the same love of tall hot women and fast cars, and that was plenty of common interests and didn't care to explore the friendship further than just eating lunch and sometimes hanging at parties. He was being social like he was taught, nothing more. As his 'friends' started talking about their latest conquest Logan's eyes started roaming around the room and caught sight of her and he couldn't help smiling a bit.

Rory Gilmore caught his attention often, but he didn't know why since she was not really his type. Don't get the wrong idea, she was beautiful, long sleek coffee brown hair, piercing blue eyes, flawless china doll complexion, stick figure build with curves in all the right places and legs a mile long. However she was smart, he'd listened enough to rumors around the halls to know that she was in the top five percent of their class, student body vice-president, on the staff at The Franklin and also dubbed the senior classes Mary. She read a lot; he'd catch her standing in the halls between classes just reading while her friends talked around her, she never looked up when people walked or bumped past her, she had amazing concentration for sure. She was a great writer, he'd read her articles. She didn't appear to have a boyfriend, though from what he heard she had at one point dated some guy who went to a small public high school outside Hartford, in the same community she grew up/lived in. However rumor had it they'd broken up. So really she should be fair game but she was quiet obviously a commitment kind of girl and he was definitely not that kind of guy. However sometimes he couldn't help but stare at her, she had that sort of girl next door way about her that he's sure drew a lot of men in. She looked up obviously somehow realizing she was being watched his deep sapphire blue eyes caught his and she smiled.

"Don't even think about it Huntz," he heard and looked over at Austin who sat at the table beside him.

"About what?" he asked right back.

"Rory, she's not that kind of girl, Tristan went after her for over a year, nothing," Austin stated, Logan scoffed at that, he knew Tristan Dugray all too well, they grew up together until Logan went to boarding school and even then they caught up on breaks and such, at the boring Hartford functions. They were frenemies, they got along for the most part but they also bashed heads on a few things; girls being one of them. It wasn't all that uncommon for them to go after the same girl. It was why it was no surprise to him that Rory had caught Tristan's eye or why he'd called her Mary. Of course he wouldn't get anywhere with her after that.

"If I wanted to, I could get her, I don't want to because I am not interested in what she would want. Why go for all that drama when there's no need for it?" He returned.

"Smart man," Alex, another guy at the table, stated.

"Doesn't mean she's not nice to look at," Logan returned.

"That she is," Austin said looking toward Rory who was now leaving the cafeteria, Logan caught her eye and smirked at her, she looked away but he saw her blush and chuckled to himself. Oh yeah if he wanted to it'd be easy, but he wouldn't, he was a much bigger gentleman than that and he knew not to chase something you weren't prepared to deal with once you caught it.

An2: Please let me know what you all think!