"Why can't they get a room?" Rory said, exasperated. "Or forget a room, why don't they get... a park bench! Or- or a doorway!"
Dean was getting angrier by the second over Rory's staring at Jess and making comments, but Rory continued.
"You know, even a telephone pole would suffice! You know, it's girls like Shane I don't understand. Like, they have mirrors, do they not see what they look like?"
"Hey!" Jess shot back. "You talking about me?"
"No," Rory said.
"I heard you mention Shane. Shane concerns me."
Rory gave Jess a withering stare. "Shane concerns me too! Or all women for that matter! You know, this dance marathon is for people who dance! You shouldn't just be sitting on the side, staring! You're supposed to dance! If you're not going to, why don't you just leave!"
Shane gave Rory a bitchy stare. "That's fine with me! Let's go, Jess."
"No." Jess said firmly. Dean's nostrils started to flare.
"Rory, just leave it alone." Dean said quietly.
"No!" Rory yelled. "Why won't you just leave?"
Jess frowned. "Because I'm going to stay here as long as I like. I'm going to stare as long as I like, and I'm gonna do whatever I like. And guess what? If you don't like it, why don't you just talk to your boyfriend, huh?"
"She can't," Dean said loudly. "Because I'm not her boyfriend anymore."
Tears had already welled up inside Rory. "W-what?" Her voice came out all shaky. Jess sat up a little straighter, a sort of suprised Look on his face.
"You don't wanna be with me anymore, Rory!"
"Yes- yes I do! What are you talking about? What did I do!"
"Everyone can see it, Rory! You've been into him, since he got to town. For weeks, months, actually, I've tried to ignore it. I'm tired, but I'm over it! So go on. Be together. There's nothing standing in your way, because I'm out."