I left my grandparent's house; I left DAR; I made up with my mom; I went back to Yale and to the Yale Daily News. I even was elected editor of the paper. Everything seemed to be working perfectly. Everything but my relationship with him...

We broke up for a while; I found out he slept with some girls while we were apart. He said he was sorry about it and we got back together. Even though we both know I hadn't forgiven him yet. All of this happened in only a few months, and started just after my run-in with Jess.

I was driving back to Logan's apartment after the usual Friday night dinner thinking about all this, when I realized how Jess was right saying I wasn't being myself anymore. The real me would never make a decision feeling completely uncomfortable with it.

I finished zipping my bag, took a deep breath and went to the living room. He was there, lying on the couch, changing the channels on the TV.

"Logan, we need to talk."

"Good things never come after this sentence," he groaned, turning off the television and looking at me.

"Yeah...well, I don't think this time will be an exception," I paused "I really think we shouldn't see each other anymore."

"What? Where did that come from? Is it because of that loser friend of yours? That Jed-something?" He was mad. I couldn't blame him.

"Jess has nothing to do with this!" I might have yelled. I'm not really sure why.

"Oh no?! Are you telling me that you haven't changed because of that asshole?" He got closer to me. "What happened to you? You've changed so much I can't recognize you anymore!"

"I didn't change, Logan, I just went back to normal. And the normal Rory isn't someone who steals a yacht with her boyfriend, or someone who stops talking with her mom and best friend, or someone who gives up of her dreams and lives with her grandparents. And, especially, the normal Rory isn't someone who lets people treat her like dirt and pretends to be ok with that!" I don't know where my anger came from; he tried to grab my arm and I pulled back.

"Well, let's go to bed, and after we both calm down we have this conversation again, ok?"

"I cannot believe I'm hearing this! You can't try fixing everything with sex!" I looked at him stunned.

"It worked before..." he said, trying to seduce me.

"I'm not that Rory anymore" I answered, crossing my arms.

"Oh, so the normal Rory doesn't have sex?" he asked, giggling.

"Not when it's just a way to pretend things are alright."

"Ok then, let's just sleep."

"I won't sleep in your bed with you."

"Fine, you can sleep in the couch." He was mad again.

I knew his patience was almost gone; I really wasn't trying to making him any more pissed off, but I couldn't give up now. I had to do what was the best for me.

"I will not sleep in the couch."

"Gee!" he raised his arms and for awhile I shivered thinking he was going to punch me. "I'm done with this. Do whatever you want. I don't care!"

"Thanks," I took my bag, "have a nice life, Logan," and left the apartment. I crossed the hallway, and was about to get into the elevator when he stopped me.

"Please, don't do this. Don't hate me. I beg you to give me a chance to prove I deserve you."

I could tell he was being honest. That almost made me regret my decision, but it was too late now.

"I don't hate you. I just gave you too many chances. We don't work together; not anymore..."

He sighed, leaving the elevator's door and going back to his apartment. I left the building, put my bag in the backseat, and got into my car.

'Did I make the right choice?' I asked myself. Yeah, of course I did. I should've done this a long time ago. I felt tears rolling down my cheek, I wiped them off and started dialing on my cell phone. There was only one place I wanted to go and could go right now. I couldn't control my crying while waiting for someone to pick up on the other line.

"Mom, can I stay with you for a while?" I asked between sobs.

AN: Hey! This is my very first fic in English. Hope you guys like it. Reviews are always appreciated :) see you in the next chapter.