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We weren't friends, no. But we were getting there and that is enough for me. As I walked into the large marble room with the grand piano I mentally checked off "befriend a former enemy" off of my bucket list.

Yes I had a bucket list. I also had multiple pro/con lists, book lists, and to do lists as well, since we are on the subject.

I looked up and met his puppy dog eyes. He was pressing random keys on the piano in his own world. I felt bad for him, but not pity. The kind of bad that fills you up as if you are the victim. The kind that makes you want to hug the person and be there for them. Not the kind that makes you looks at them with judgment in your eyes.

As the evening progressed on we spoke about Summer, biology, spanish, Dean, and then something quite unusual happened.

He kissed me. A good hardy not-too-much-of-anything kiss. And it was sweet and different and completely and totally perfect. Until I pulled away, and everything I had been feeling about Tristan and Dean and….oh God and HIM.

It is safe to say I bolted. I mean bolted faster than a Russian after the last shot of vodka on earth. That is how fast I ran. An apology was mumbled on my part but then I grabbed Lane and ran. Ran straight into HIM.

I didn't need to look up to know who it was. I stood frozen in his arms, his scent filling me up.

The tears on my eyes dried but anger replaced my sorrow.

"Are you happy?" I screamed. I don't get angry easily, especially in front of Chilton people. But this is a very very special occasion. "Go ahead say the words! I don't care because you're just a stupid dumb dodohead poopface."

I grabbed Lane by the wrist and dragged her outside before he could respond. Into the jeep they went and by that time Rory had cooled down.

"Rory? Who was that?" Lane stuttered a little in fear. She had never seen me seethe in that way. Not even when we were little and Lane threw one of my books in the mud.

"What was what? I asked innocently.

"Rory who was that?"

"That was Logan. All blonde haired, blue eyed, smirky, annoying, rich boy bits of him."

"We will get back to the fact that I have no idea who that is and say this….Are you okay?"

"Yeh I'm fine." I turned on the ignition and pulled out of the party. Lane and I sat in awkward silence for a while.

The car pulled up to Lane's house in pure silence. Lane was the first one to speak up.

"Call me tomorrow. We'll talk about this tomorrow. Okay?"

"Okay." I felt ashamed and silly. I drove to Lukes wanting some very fatty food and a large cup of coffee.

"I should have known that life was too cruel to let me have just one good thing. " I got out of the car and walked into Lukes. Luke was scrubbing the counter mindlessly as something was sizzling on the grill. I sat down and sighed.

A cup of steaming hot coffee, black, was placed before her. "I don't condone this. Not even a little. You're rotting from the inside out." With that Luke went into the kitchen and came out with a burger for the boy beside me.

"Don't, please, don't say anything."

"Wasn't even planning on it. Just going to sit here and eat my first ever Lukes burger. Though I have heard great things about it."

"UHHH Finn." He remained silent, as requested. Took a bite out of his burger. She smiled slightly at the irony of the situation. Him saying nothing, really said too much.

Soon he got up slid a napkin under my cup and left placing a quick kiss on my cheek. I heard the door jingle in its familiar way and Finn walk out.

The napkin read:

Call me baby, anytime, just not in the morning between 4am and 1pm.

Kisses, Finn

I banged my head on the counter. Dropped a 10 dollar bill on counter and walked out, smashing right into yet another person. Tonight just wasn't my night.

Scratch that… this week just wasn't my week.

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