A/N: Hello everybody! Okie dokie, so I was looking over my other story and i decided that I hate it. Everything about it. The plot line. The writing. The chapters. It's just not doing it for me. So I figured, Hey, I'm going to switch and start another story. So basically that means that the other one is on hiatus. But don't worry, I normally finish what I start so that one will eventually get done and this one? well I know exaaactly where i want this one to go. And i'm trying my best to make my chapters much much longer! okie dokie well enjoy!
"Rory, are you coming to the Franklin meeting today?" Paris Gellar asked, quickening her pace so as to keep in step with Rory Gilmore.
"Yes Paris, I'll be there." Rory responded with an eye roll as she stepped into her sixth period English class, leaving Paris in the hallway to walk alone. "You've got to be kidding me." She mumbled to herself, her eyes briefly flicking upward to see the person in front of her before lowering them once again and setting her books on her desk.
"Try to curb your enthusiasm Ace." The boy replied sarcastically.
"Once again Logan, I will remind you that the name is Rory. Ror-ee. Not that hard to say. Or can you not manage more than one syllable?"
"Ouch, so harsh, and from such a sweet girl." Logan Huntzberger shot back, a smirk planted firmly across his lips.
Rory despised Logan with a passion. After going to school with him for the past twelve years, one would think that they would have eventually become friends, but they were far from it. Of course, Logan liked to tease her, calling her Ace and pretending to flirt with her, but Rory simply ignored him and just shot him down with witty remarks.
As Rory slid into her seat the bell rang, forcing Logan to refrain from speaking to Rory and sit in his own seat behind her.
The rest of the class passed relatively fast and the moment the bell rang, signaling the long awaited end of the school day, Logan gathered his books and left immediately, withdrawing the keys to his Porsche from right pocket on his way out.
That afternoon's meeting for the Franklin, Chilton's student-run newspaper, went extremely well, putting Rory in an exceptionally good mood, after much debate between the newspaper's staff they had decided that Rory and Paris would be co-editors for the first semester. Aside from discovering that she shared half of her first semester schedule with none other than Logan Huntzberger, her day had been great.
"Mom! Home!" Rory called out, tossing her keys and her backpack onto the floor in the entryway of her Stars Hallow home. Walking through the kitchen and grabbing a handful of skittles from the bowl on the counter, she discovered a post-it note right in the middle of the floor.
She reached down and picked up the sticky note, crumpling it loosely in her hand and tossing it into the trash can. "Mom?" Rory called out once again when she saw another post-it. And another. And another. She reached out to grab the most recent one when a shrill beeping erupted from the depths of her house.
"Rory?" She vaguely heard her mom shout over the shrieking, "Did you touch the post-its?"
"Mom! Where are you?" Rory shouted back, holding her hands flat against her ears to muffle the noise.
"Upstairs, hurry!" Lorelai responded, trying to make herself heard.
"What in the world?" Rory exclaimed, slamming her mother's bedroom door closed and plopping down on the bed next to Lorelai, covering her head with a pillow to quiet the noise that was steadily getting louder.
"Kirk."
"Kirk? What about Kirk?"
"Kirk did this! He came in and installed this…this…beast!"
"And you let him?" Rory laughed at her mom's ignorance.
"I wasn't here!" Lorelai whined into the pillow.
"So how do we turn it off?"
"I don't know. That's what the post-its were for!"
"To turn it off?"
"No, wherever the post-its were was a safe area, no alarms being set off."
"Not a very good alarm, it didn't go off until I was in the house a good two minutes." Rory joked, popping another skittle into her mouth and making an effort to distract them from the noise. She offered out her now sticky hand and gave a skittle to her mom with a smile.
"Good schedules gentlemen?" Finn exclaimed, boisterous as ever.
"Oh, there's no such thing as a good schedule Finn." Logan reminded his friend as they walked the halls of Chilton after hours.
"Yes there is! The schedules that put you with lovely sheilas for a whole five months!"
"Yeah Finn, because none of us are actually at school to learn." Colin stated, the only one of the three who actually took his classes seriously.
"Three classes with the lovely Rory Gilmore." Logan told Finn, a strange smile creeping up on him.
"You and Rory? Since when would she let you hook up with her? Since when did she let anyone hook up with her?" Finn asked jealously.
"Nah, she wouldn't let me. But she's still hot." Logan found it strange that he was making comments like this about Rory. But he wasn't going to deny what he thought.
"Will you two knock it off, we just need to do what we came to do and get out of here. We do have school tomorrow you know?" Colin reminded persistently.
Today was Chilton Prepatory's first day back to school after summer break and it was senior year. Every year on the first night back at school the boys pulled some sort of prank but since it was senior year, they figured that they would try a new adaptation of their risky tradition. This year required breaking in to the actual school after hours.
After getting inside the building, the three navigated the dark halls towards a specific classroom, chosen by Logan. Once inside, Finn revealed an extremely large bottle of Vodka.
"God Finn. The last thing we need is to be hung over tomorrow morning. And that's an awfully large bottle of alcohol." Logan remarked.
"Don't get too upset yet, I brought some for you too." Finn explained, pulling out another bottle.
Logan just laughed as he and Colin emptied their duffle bags and began piecing together their prank.
"Pizza?" Lorelai called from the kitchen into the living room for Rory to answer.
"Chinese!" Rory replied.
"But I wanted pizza!"
"Then get both!"
"Good idea, daughter of mine!"
Rory was sitting at the coffee table doing her homework while listening to her mom order the food. After risking the screech of the alarm, Rory had managed to dart downstairs and used a hammer out of Luke's toolbox, 'bert' to knock the alarm off the wall. This silenced it and allowed Lorelai and Rory to get back to work but then the police showed up at her house. It turned out that the alarm was attached to the police department and when an alarm when off, the cops were automatically called. Unfortunately they chose not to show up until three hours later.
"Okay guys I think its good." Logan muttered quietly to Colin and Finn as he gathered his things and crept out of the dark school.
The guys piled into Logan's car and sped down the highway, laughing excessively at the prank they had just set up.
"I can't wait until tomorrow morning!" Colin said, imagining the looks on everyone's faces when they saw what was going to happen.
"Bring your cameras mates because it most definitely will be a Kodak moment." Finn slurred, the effects of his liquor beginning to wear off.
After dropping off a half-asleep Finn and Colin, Logan pulled into the driveway of his family's Hartford mansion. He looked up at the cold stone walls and gargoyles and was reminded of the people who would meet him inside. "Oh, joy." He mumbled to himself as he slammed his car door and turned the lock on the house's front door.
Walking in the house he was met with a less than warm welcome from his mother, Shira Huntzberger. Smelling the air, heavy with smoke, he could tell that something bad was going on. After meeting Logan's gaze, Shira turned on her heel and walked back out onto the balcony where she was, no doubt, chain smoking once again.
"Hey Honor," he said to his older sister, grabbing her arm as she began to walk up the stairs, "why is mom smoking again?"
"Dad's working late. You know how she gets all paranoid." Honor turned and continued to walk up the stairs, her blonde ponytail swinging as she ran up the steps, she turned into her bedroom and swung the door closed behind her.
Logan walked into the kitchen, grabbing some leftovers out of the fridge and also went up to his room, slightly disappointed that the only thing happening in his house at the moment was his mother's paranoia. Although his family was constantly screwed up, he did look forward to the occasional bit of dramatic happenings that just might be out of the ordinary.
Logan settled himself on his bed and flipped on the television, channel surfing as he picked on the leftovers. Soon enough his mind began wandering and it eventually landed on Rory Gilmore. Sure she was pretty, but she was such a good girl, not the type that he would normally go for, definitely not. She was more of a girlfriend girl and Logan, Logan didn't have girlfriends. He shook his head so as to rid himself of these thoughts and threw away the rest of the leftover spaghetti he had been eating. He wasn't sure why, but for some reason it just didn't taste good tonight.
"I have decided to boycott chopsticks." Rory stated, prodding her chow mein noodles with the long wooden chopstick.
"And I second that motion." Her mother said, snatching both of their chopsticks up and tossing them into the trash can, replacing them moments later with plastic forks.
"Ah, much better!" Rory picked up her fork and stabbed a piece of chicken, popping it into her mouth and looking back down at her book, Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights.
"Can't you just shut that book for ten minutes and enjoy a meal with your favorite mother?" Lorelai asked, slurping up a noodle.
"You're my only mother."
"So, you're my favorite daughter, can't I say that I'm your favorite mother?"
"No, that doesn't make any sense! I'm your only daughter." Rory said, turning another page in her book.
"That you know of." Lorelai deadpanned, a smirk on her lips.
"Real mature mom."
"Oh, but you love me anyway!" She finished, standing up and wandering into the living room. "Funny Face?" she asked, turning on the TV and placing a DVD in the player.
"Mom I have to study more!"
"No you don't!" Lorelai responded plopping down on the couch to watch her movie. Her daughter worked way too hard.
Rory closed her book and stood up, throwing away the disposable silverware and closing the take out containers. She went into her room and closed the door, reaching into her backpack to pull out her English textbook and beginning to study for her test on Shakespeare that was going to be next week. She thought about the start of the new school year and was reminded once again about her schedule and the classes packed with Logan Huntzberger. Sure he was cute and all but so arrogant and that smirk! It was just too annoying.
"Purrrrrr. Purrrrrr. Purrrrrr." Rory looked over at her fuzzy blue alarm clock on her right, and then to her left where her mom was still sound asleep. She must have climbed in during the middle of the night. The open English book splayed across the floor showed that she had fallen asleep while she was still studying. She sighed, shaking her mom awake and climbing out of bed, then grabbing her uniform and pulling it on as she walked into the bathroom to brush her teeth.
"Pop tarts?" her mom called from the kitchen.
"Please and thank you." Rory responded, still half asleep.
"Coffee too?"
"Need you even ask? I think I'm going to stop at Luke's before the bus. You want to come?" Rory asked, her mouth full of her minty toothpaste.
"Nah, can't. I have to get to the inn early today. Michele's family just left to go back to France and it seems that his accent has gotten even thicker. None of the guests can understand him."
Rory spat out the foamy toothpaste and rinsed, dabbing her face dry with the towel. She placed her green toothbrush back in its holder and pulled her sweats out from under her skirt, tossing them into her room, not exactly caring where they land for the time being.
"Thank you mommy dearest." Rory said gratefully, taking the napkin-wrapped strawberry pop tarts and kissing her mom on the cheek.
"Have fun. Say hello to your boy toy for me!" Lorelai called after her daughter.
Moments later Rory's head poked back into the room, "Boy toy?"
"Yeah, Logan."
"Mom! Logan is most definitely not my boy toy. And I emphasize the not."
"Why not, he's adorable and rich." Lorelai joked, pouring herself a cup of coffee and taking a sip.
"Please mom, you and I both know that we don't go for the rich ones, now I'm going to school!" Rory called over her shoulder as she picked up her backpack and put it on her shoulders. She reached over, grabbed her mom's coffee cup, and took a quick sip before handing it back to her and saying goodbye again.
Rory walked down her street and into the town, making her way towards Luke's. She hitched her backpack up higher on her shoulders and decided to stop by Lane's on her way.
"Lane? Mrs. Kim?" Rory called as she opened the antique store's door and let herself in.
"Rory?"
"Lane? Where are you?"
"Over here?"
"Left or right?" Rory called out, nearly tripping over a rocking chair and then steadying herself on a nearby table.
"Um, I think your right."
Rory went right weaving her way in and out of chairs, tables, lamps, and different types of china.
"Rory." A small Korean woman emerged from the never ending piles of antiques and looked up at Rory.
"Hi Mrs. Kim, how are you?" Rory responded politely, her gaze falling down and meeting Mrs. Kim's.
"I'm fine, can I help you?"
"Um, actually yeah, I'm looking for Lane?"
"Lane is back the other way, in the kitchen." Mrs. Kim answered, turning around and going back to whatever she was doing before she spoke to Rory.
Rory turned herself around and walked back in the other direction, eventually finding Lane in the Kim's kitchen where she was sliding her books into her backpack and zipping it closed.
"Hey, you leaving for school?" Rory asked her, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.
"Actually yes." Lane replied, smiling and picking up her backpack.
"Want to grab breakfast at Luke's?" Rory pulled open the front door stepping out onto the porch into the cool morning air.
"Definitely. I'm so exhausted, all this 'leading a secret life' façade is really catching up to me. I mean last night, I was listening to my walkman and reading a magazine in my closet when Mama burst in without even knocking! I had to toss my precious music aside, breaking the walkman in the process, and pop up, pretending that I was looking for my other shoe!" Lane explained, exasperated, "I can't even keep up with it. So how's Chilton?"
Rory and Lane walked across the town square, through the gazebo, and across the street into Luke's.
"Chilton's okay I guess. I have three classes with Logan this year." Rory complained, Logan really did give her a headache.
"How is that bad? Logan is absolutely gorgeous!" Lane exclaimed, not seeing how this situation was bad at all.
"Yeah, he may be handsome but that is all he has got going for him, I mean the guy is a total ass and all he thinks about is who he is going to press up against his locker next."
Rory pulled open the diner door, stepping in with Lane and hopping up onto a stool at the bar.
"Well maybe it'll be you next!"
"Be next for what?" Luke cut in, approaching the counter and pulling out two coffee mugs from under the counter, filling them to the brim.
"Nothing Luke, just some stupid guy at school. And I can guarantee that I will not be next for whatever it will be." Rory brushed it off, shooting Lane a look.
Rory picked up her mug and inhaled the scent deeply. Along with her mother's abnormally fast metabolism and killer blue eyes, she had also inherited the crazy addiction to caffeine. She drank the large mug in a matter of seconds and called out to Luke.
"Hey Luke, can I get a blueberry muffin and another cup of coffee to go? I'm going to miss the bus if I don't get going."
Seconds later Luke appeared before her with a bag containing the muffin and a large paper cup of coffee. Rory stuck her hand in her pocket, grabbing a couple of crumpled dollar bills and tossed it on the counter.
"I'll see you later Lane. Thanks Luke!" She called over her shoulder as she once again stepped out into the town square and walked over to the bus stop, hopping on just before the doors slid closed.
The bus pulled up to Chilton and Rory stepped out, smoothing out her blue plaid skirt and straightening her tie. She walked towards the school's entrance, draining the last drops of coffee from the paper cup and tossed it along with the now empty muffin bag into a nearby trash can.
Stopping by her locker to grab her books for her first period she saw Logan pressing another random girl against it, furiously making out.
"Uh, excuse me Logan." Rory said as she stood before the two.
"Sorry Ace," Logan said, pulling away from the blonde girl and waving to her as she walked off, "so, how's it going?"
"A lot better now that you've finished desecrating my locker." Rory replied, twirling the lock and pulling the metal door open.
"Glad to see that I could be of service to you. Later Ace." He finished arrogantly, before turning around and walking off in the direction of his first class, which was unfortunately Rory's as well.
She finished gathering her books for her morning courses and slammed her locker door shut. When she entered her classroom she was met with the sudden downpour of thick, sticky, chocolate sauce.
Logan looked at her and muttered 'shit' under his breath, turning around and bringing his palm up to his forehead. Behind him Finn and Colin stood laughing.
"Oops." Said Finn, who had yet to remove his eyes from Rory.
"Logan?" Rory asked, looking at him furiously.
"Ace, I'm so sorry, it was meant for Mrs. Johnson." Logan stuttered, trying to make an explanation.
With no words able to express her anger right now, Rory turned on her heel and walked right into the bathroom where she grabbed a wad of paper towel, wet it, and began scrubbing at her blouse.
Seconds later, Logan burst in.
"Look Rory, I'm really sorry. I'm serious I didn't mean for it to get you!" He began to apologized.
"And that makes this better? Look at me! I'm covered in chocolate!" she shot back, still obviously upset.
"No, it doesn't," Logan quieted, "Look, let me make it up to you. Let me call Frank and have him take you home for today. I'll come by later to check on you."
She looked at him, he did look genuinely sorry but she still didn't like him.
"Okay. I'll take the ride but don't worry about coming by later. I'm fine."
"But I want to—," he began, but she cut him off.
"No Logan. It's okay, in case you haven't noticed, we're not exactly friends." She said.
She turned and saw herself in the mirror. Thick chocolate was stuck to her head, matting her hair down and making it look dirty. It ran down her forehead and her shoulders, leaving smears of it over her once clean, blue blouse. As she examined herself she began to laugh at how ridiculous she looked.
"Thanks Logan," She said, slapping him on the shoulder with her chocolate covered hand, "Now get out of the girl's bathroom before someone catches you."
He laughed and nodded, walking out into the hallway and dialing Frank's cell phone number.
Rory wiped herself down somewhat more and pulled herself together. She walked to her locker, grabbed her books, and went to the office to check herself out for the day and then met Frank on the school's sidewalk.
Rory walked in the door to her home, slamming it behind her, and going into her bedroom to grab some clean clothes. After washing the chocolate out of her hair and scrubbing herself clean in the shower, she put them on and left the house, stopping by Luke's to grab coffee for her mom and herself as she made her way to the Dragonfly.
"Mom!" she called, walking in and not seeing her at the front desk.
"Rory?" Lorelai called back, "Why aren't you at school." She emerged from the inventory closet.
"Let's just call it 'the great chocolate incident of 2007.'" Rory said, handing over the cup of coffee.
"What happened?" Lorelai asked, looking her daughter up and down.
"I'll explain after we get food." Rory said, beginning to walk toward the kitchen.
They walked through the dining room and into the kitchen where Sookie was hard at work.
"Rory? Sweetie, why aren't you at school?" she asked, coming up to give Rory a hug, "You're not sick are you? Oh no! I'll make you some soup but get out of the kitchen Ror, you can't be in here!" Sookie rushed, having a minor nervous breakdown.
"Sookie I'm not sick."
"Oh, ok then. Why aren't you at school."
"Can you make mom and me some lunch? I'll tell you later." Rory requested, finding herself suddenly very hungry.
The Gilmore girls went and sat in the dining room, enjoying their lunch as Rory retold the events of that afternoon.
"What? You're kidding me?" Lorelai exclaimed as she listened eagerly to her daughter's story.
"I do not kid you."
"That little Huntzberger boy, if only I could—,"
"Mom, stop. It's okay, he apologized and lent me Frank."
"Frank?"
"His driver."
"His driver?" Lorelai asked incredulously, "He has a personal chauffer?"
"Yes he does and he let me use him."
"Wow. I wish a handsome boy would let me use his personal driver."
"Mom," Rory warned, "Logan is not even my friend, in fact I hate the guy, he was the one who caused the whole incident! If it weren't for him I would still be at school getting things done."
"So?"
"Are you kidding me mom? Besides, he was just being nice and trying to make up for what he did."
"Okay Ror, whatever you say." Lorelai backed down, "Now I have to go get back to work I'll see you when I get home."
The next morning Rory got off the bus and was met by Logan.
"Good morning Ace."
"Logan." She said, increasing her pace.
"What? Still sore about yesterday?" he asked, that annoying smirk of his still present.
"No Logan, I just don't think that you lending me your driver yesterday qualifies us as friends, what you did was still wrong."
"This make you change your mind at all?" he asked, pulling a large paper cup of steaming black coffee from behind his back.
She looked at him, then the cup of coffee, then back at him.
"Hardly." She said, taking her cup of coffee and walking into the building and leaving him standing.
She turned around momentarily and looked at him, "and thanks, this is good." She smiled at turned around once again to walk to class.
A/N: okay. good? bad? ugly? I like where i'm going to go with this story. and hopefully my writing has improved...haha. i've been welcoming tips like crazyyy. lol. okie dokie well leave me a review and let me know if i should continue! thanks you guys!