AN: OK, this is my second fanfic and I'm writing another one along with this one, but that one will be ending very soon. If you haven't read my other one, you should. It's called Only You. I really hope that you like this story, the idea came from a dream I had last night, yeah I have weird dreams. So read, review and tell me what you think. This AN is starting to get long and I doubt anyone is reading it anyways. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls

When I woke up this morning, I knew that I was going to have a horrible day. After all of the crap that happened between me and Jess, I didn't want to deal with anything. But, I still had school and I have the need to eat, meaning that I would eventually have to go into Luke's and most likely get served by my ex-boyfriend. It would probably be easier to just get it over with and deal with the reality that I'd have to see him, but I wasn't sure if that was possible just yet. My mom would probably do her best to keep me away from the diner too, at least until she thought I'd be ready, but there is no way that I can stay away from Luke's forever, so why even try?

I laid in bed for what seemed like hours after my alarm clock went off. Did I have a right to wallow? I'm the one that dumped him, so is it fair that I wallow? I was still contemplating that when my mom slowly opened my door. "Honey, it's time to get up. I got some breakfast out here waiting for you, and then I can bring you to school if you want," she told me, watching me closely.

"OK Mom. I took a shower last night, so I just have to get dressed. I'll be out in a minute," I replied, trying to sound somewhat cheerful.

"Alright, Hon." When she left my room, I decided that it was better to get dressed as quick as possible so that I didn't worry her. I got out my uniform and got dressed. When I looked in the mirror, I saw that my hair needed to be brushed really badly, so I brushed my hair. When I opened up my jewelery box to get out a necklace, I saw a concert ticket, the Distillers, and shut it as quick as I had opened it and decided that I didn't need a necklace for today. I looked into the mirror one last time and noticed a tear running down my cheek, I hadn't even realized that I cried, so I wiped away the tear and put on my best happy face as walked out of my bedroom and into the kitchen.

"Did you stop by Luke's again this morning?" I asked as I sat down in front of a plate filled with eggs and pancakes.

"Well, I sure wasn't going to cook," she told me before she stuffed her mouth with her own eggs.

"Never," I joked aloud. "Did you see him? How was he?"

"No, Honey. I didn't see him. Luke told me that he was flunking out though, he's taking the year over."

"So he lied to me. At least I'm rid of him. I don't have to deal with him anymore. We're going to Europe for the summer, and then I'm going to Yale. And I'm so busy with school and finals right now, I may never see him again."

"Well, that's highly unlikely, but I'll do my best to grant you that."

"Thanks Mom. So, onto a lighter subject. How are things with you, Mom?"

"Well, Sweets, things are doing OK. I think that I'm finally going to start exercising."

"Right, I see that happening. Why the sudden urge to join a gym?"

"I don't know. Something new to do." I nodded and smiled at her and took a quick look at the clock.

"Mom, I have to go catch the bus. Thanks for the offer of a ride, but I know that you have things to do and were just trying to be nice. But I'm really fine. I'll get over it and move on, like I always have. Bye Mom," i said as I stood up and kissed her on the cheek.

"Bye Rory," I heard her call out as I left the house.

When I walked outside, I saw Lane standing in my driveway, holding two cups of coffee. "Hey Lane. Come to walk me to the bus stop?"

"Of course. I wanted to make sure that you were good and tell you some good news. Let's go," Lane started walking and I followed her all the way into town. She was talking about prom, the prom that I never got to go to because my boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, failed his senior year and couldn't buy tickets. I had already seen Lane's pictures and they looked like her and Dave had a great time.

When we got to my bus stop, we sat down on the one bench and she was still talking about prom. I tried not to look into Luke's, because I knew what I would see, but of course I caved and found his eyes looking at me though the window. "So, Jess is failing and he has to take next year over," I told Lane, who was in the middle of a sentence.

"No way. That totally sucks for him. I can't believe...," she trailed off and followed my line of vision that was still directed towards Jess. "Rory, you can't torture both him and you by staring. That won't make it any easier to get over. I know that you broke up with him because of the thing at Kyle's party, but telling yourself that you've moved past him, doesn't mean that you have."

"Yeah, I know Lane. I'm trying, OK. I'm not as fine as I'm telling everybody that I am. I'm upset, I'm a tad bit heartbroken and I'm not over it," I told her, finally breaking my gaze and looking at her. "The bus is here. I got to go. Meet me hare after school, OK?"

"OK, I'll be here. I might be a little late, because I'm cleaning out my locker after school, but I'll be here as soon as possible." I smiled and walked onto the bus as I watched Lane walk to school. The bus ride seemed fast, I studied and listened to music, so I was distracted. When it came to my stop, I noticed Paris sitting in her BMW waiting. I walked up to her car and knocked on the window.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her when she rolled down the window.

"I was wondering if you wanted a ride. I was trying to be nice, don't get used to it," she told me. I laughed as I walked around to the passenger's side and got in.

"Why are you doing this? I appreciate it and all, but I'm just curious."

"I'm trying to make you feel better. I know about you and Rebel Without a Cause, so I figured that you might not be up for walking."

"I don't want to talk about that. That's all that anybody wants to talk about. They want to make sure that I'm fine, but they keep reminding me of the fact that I broke up with Jess, that I no longer have a boyfriend. Let's talk about something else. Anything else. How about college, have you decided where you're going to go yet?"

"Fine, we'll do it your way," she told me as she started to drive away from the bus stop and towards Chilton. "No, I haven't decided yet. It's between Yale and Princeton. "

"I, myself am going to Yale, so you have two great schools picked out."

"You decided on Yale? But your whole life, all you've ever wanted was to go to Harvard. You got into Harvard, and you're decision is Yale. That makes no sense to me."

"It doesn't have to make sense to you. I want to stay closer to home, and besides, Yale won out on the pro/con lists."

"The pro/con lists made your decision. That's sad." Just as Paris finished her sentence, we were pulling into a parking space in the Chilton parking lot.

"That's the Gilmore way," I told her as she shut her car off. We got out of the car and were greeted by Madeline and Louise. "Hi."

"Hey you two," Madeline said, overly cheery as usual. "This is our last full day of high school. This is very exciting."

"Yes, it is," I said sarcastically, but no one caught the sarcasm. "We should get going." We all started walking towards the school when I realized that I was, in fact, done with high school after today. All that I had left to do before going to Europe was graduation. Graduation where I would be valedictorian. I found out yesterday, but I didn't tell anybody yet. Obviously everyone at school knows, but I haven't told Lane or my grandparents or even my mom. Being valedictorian just adds to all of the other crap that I have to deal with. I'm happy that I got it, and I'm not going to lie, I'm proud of myself, but I already have so much to do. I have to study, I have to finish finals today and then I have to finish planning and packing for Europe. I was snapped out of my train of though when Paris elbowed me in the ribs.

"Rory, we need to get to class so that we can leave," she told me. I nodded at her and followed her into our first class of the day. We sat down for two hours and took a test. The test wasn't nearly as hard as I though it would be. I was focused and I was prepared, it was a lot better than I expected.

When I was finished Paris and I decided to walk to our next and final class of our Senior year. Since we had finals, we only had two classes and we got out of school early. When I walked into the next class and sat next to Paris, I started getting antsy. Two more hours and then I could take the bus back to Stars Hollow and go home and rest. I had to finish m valedictorian speech, but I had another day to do that, all I really needed to do was read through it and make any necessary changes.

I finished my second final and left Chilton without looking back. Sure, I'd be back on Saturday, but it just felt right to walk away from it. I walked all the way to my bus stop with a weird smile erupting across my face. Even though I knew this day would be horrible, it wasn't so bad just yet. That thought made me crazy, because it just meant that I was waiting for something to turn it around. The whole way to Stars Hollow, I wondered what could possibly happen to make my day so shitty. That's when I saw it.

"Oh my god," I said out loud, not thinking.

"What?" The person next to me asked. I looked over to see a women, a little bit older than me.

"Oh, sorry. I was talking to myself. I'm not crazy or anything, my day just got really bad. This is my stop," I told her, feeling strange talking to this lady I didn't even know.

"Oh, so you want to get off. OK."

"I don't want to get off. I just have to. Thanks for listening to my craziness," I said as I walked past her and off of the bus. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked Jess who was sitting on the bench with a cupcake.

"I am eating, and I am enjoying it," he told me and I really wanted to slap him, but I would never do that, despite how badly I wanted to.

"Why are you eating it here? Can't you eat it somewhere else, where you know I'm not. You know I'm at this bus stop and you know that I get home early today because of finals; and yet here you are, eating a damn cupcake on the bench where I should be sitting alone waiting for Lane alone. And who the hell would give you a damn cupcake?"

"It's a Hostess cupcake. I got it from the market," he said as if I wasn't yelling at him and my face wasn't bright red with anger.

"Oh, you stole it from the market," I said, finally sitting down on the other end of the bench.

"Hey, I do not steal... anymore. I may be a liar, an asshole, and a failure, but I do not steal. OK?"

"Jess, why are you here? Why are you doing this to me? I broke up with you, I have done a good job these past three days avoiding you and you've avoided me. So, why are you at my bus stop? Why are you making me crazy?" I asked him. I was more calm than before, but if he said the wrong thing I would probably go off into another round of screaming.

"Rory, I'm not doing anything. I just came to keep you company," he told me, and I admit, it made me feel good, but I still wanted to slap him.

"Jess, I can't deal with your company right now. I need Lane or my mom or hell, anybody but you right now," I told him, my voice becoming shaky. He obviously didn't know what to say and I know that he hates when people cry, so I tried not to. He reached out to touch my hand but I pulled it back. "Jess. Please." He took his hand back and sat silent for a minute. I looked at him through my now teary eyes and noticed that he was looking at my tear stained face. He nodded, knowing that he could do nothing without me biting his head off and left me alone. Of course he didn't leave me completely alone, because Lane was standing in front of us by the time he actually stood up.

"Bye Rory," he said. His voice was cold and I had done that to him, but I couldn't change what either of us had done. Lane sat in his newly vacated seat and we both watched him walk away angrily into the diner. He turned to look at me once before stepping inside and into the apartment and I shook my head at him, as if telling myself that I had nothing to worry about. He was out of my life.