Why Wait?
Chapter One
School time arrived again. Sophomore year, and back at Yale, Rory Gilmore looked around her dorm. She loved this life, studying, having a set schedule, and of course smelling books. She paused and looked at the time.
Paris should be here by now. I wonder where she could be?
All of a sudden a loud noise startled her from her thoughts.
"Rory Gilmore! Your ass better get here to open this door, or there is going to be hell to pay." Paris yelled.
Rory ran to the door to open it, and find Paris standing there with her book bag, purse, and two suitcases. She looked so tired and about to drop, that Rory began to laugh.
"You look like you could use some coffee."
"Laugh it up Gilmore, it may be your last one. Now give me a hand with these."
Rory just looked at Paris, acting like something else should be said.
"Please" Paris replied with a grimace. She loved Rory, but at these times she wanted to kill her.
After the two girls had unpacked, and were settled into the dorm they went to get some coffee at Rory's favorite coffee kiosk.
"Giver of Coffee, Giver of Life how I love thee!" Rory told the man working as she left.
"Excuse her, she is a little mentally insane. I know you will see her a lot more than you want to this year. So, I guess in the end you will have to be use to it. Good luck with that." Paris jabbed as they were walking away.
The man working at the kiosk was a little unaware about how often he would see that crazy chick who acted like coffee was a sacred religion, and all those who didn't like it would burn in hell. He sighed and turned back to work.
As Rory and Paris were walking back to the dorm, Paris decided she needed to stop by Yale Daily News for some reason or another. Rory didn't pay too much attention when Paris was talking. They decided that they would meet up later, and catch up about the summer.
As they went their separate ways, Rory was walking fast so she could call her mother with privacy around her. She noticed that when she was talking on the phone with her mother, when strangers were around, she received quite a few weird looks. After awhile she decided best that privacy would do. She wasn't really paying attention to where she was going, and as she took a corner she ran right into somebody. As soon as it happened they both wound up on the ground. Rory landed on top of this person.
"If you want me so bad, all you have to do is ask!" the mystery person inquired.
Rory laid there too stunned to realize what was said. It took a minute to actually process what he had told her. She stood up as quick as she could, already embarrassed that she made a fool of herself the first day. Great, now I get to put up with an arrogant jerk. She sighed, Could this day get any better? He watched her as she stood up. He stayed on the ground, with a small smirk on his face.
"What do you think that everybody who walks on this campus is after you? God does your ego need to be any bigger."
He saw she was about to leave so he stood up quickly, and as he assumed she turned to leave. He quickly grabbed her arm to keep this lovely conversation going. "
The name is Logan Huntzberger, what is yours?"
"Huntzberger? As in Mitchum Huntzberger. The Newspaper Mongol?" Rory stared in awe.
Logan looked a little irritated, "Yes, Mituchum Huntzberger's son, now can I ask what your name is?"
"Why do you care, you seem to have plenty of women to choose from."
"That is true, while I have found them quite boring. Now, in the first few minutes I have met you, I think that we would be good together. As friends. You are the only girl that has ever come back at me with a quick-witted comment. I'll see ya around Ace."
With that said Logan turned around and left Rory staring. He turned around one last time just to see and there she was. He gave the smirk that he was famous for, and waved.
That ego is just as big as I thought it was. Men, no I mean Boys, like him are just so irritable. Rory saw the smirk and wave. She looked around and saw that all the girls were staring and pointing at her. Great just great, Mom is gonna have a field day with this story. Hmm... maybe coffee would be good. Yeah coffee would make things so much better. With that in mind, Rory turned back around and went to the kiosk, to retrieve more of the liquid that gives life. After she drank two more cups, she decided to call her mother. This is going to be a long conversation.