Paradox
Rating: T, I guess. Language isn't too harsh.
Pairing: Paris/Logan
Summary: Paris wonders (briefly) about Logan.
A/N: I have absolutely no idea where this came from. I guess this is what happens when my mind wanders, aimlessly. Enjoy.
Logan Huntzberger was all wrong.
He was completely wrong— especially for her. Maybe he'd be good (well, not good, that boy could never be good for anyone which was kind of the point) for Rory- she seemed to be just the kind of girl he'd go for despite all of her attempts to contradict that. But god, he was just so...arrogant. Sure, Paris couldn't stand a guy who couldn't make up his mind about anything, a guy so spineless that he rivaled the composition of a jellyfish. But there was a fine line between being confident and assertive and being a complete and utter jackass. Which, sometimes (okay, most of the time) he was.
Paris glanced up from her computer and the current article she was working on (a rare occurrence for her since there was very little that could get her out of that zone once she was in it) and narrowed her eyes at Logan, who seemed to actually be working for once (yet another rare occurrence).
He had this...air about him (and she rolls her eyes at the magnitude of her vocabulary) that she just couldn't help but take notice of. He embodied spotlight. He was almost like a child, the way he craved attention. She knew him better than he thought. He slept with anything in a skirt to get people talking (and, for other obvious reasons) when Daddy wasn't paying him any mind, he'd crash a boat to get him to look up from his business plans.
Logan was immature and uninspired, but only when he wanted to be. He was infuriating.
But, then, there were other times where he would seem almost—
Paris shook her head and went back to her computer just as Logan leaned over her shoulder, with his trademark smile (and, ugh, that chin) in her face as he handed her a sheet of paper. "What is this?"
"My article."
Paris narrowed her eyes. "Why couldn't you just send it to me?"
His smile widened, which only aggravated her more. "I figured handing it to you would be a little more personal."
Mistakenly, they held eye contact and something about the look in his eyes makes her face burn. She glanced down at the paper in order to have something else to look at. At the top of the page: Paris Gellar: The Epitome of Captivation— Especially When She's Pissed.
She wasn't even going to bother reading the first sentence. Paris scowled, crumpling the article with one hand and pushing away Logan's annoyingly cheerful face away with the other.
Infuriating.