A/N Hey, heres chapter 2. Hope you like it. This chapter has some mature scenes in it, so you've been warned.

Chapter 2

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It had been two days since the party, when Rory had seen Logan last, but for some reason, she just couldn't stop thinking about him. The way his lips curled when he smirked, the way his eyes lit up when he laughed. He had called her on Monday, they had spent hours on the phone talking, getting to know each other a little better. She had been playing it all back in her mind over and over again. There was many times during the long weekend when Chris would catch her with her head in the clouds, which wasn't the strange, it's was just happening more often.

"Rory wait up!" Madeline yelled from down the hall, causing Rory to come out of her daze.

"Hey Maddy," Rory greeted her as she got closer. "What's up?" She asked, gathering some books from her locker.

"I was just wondering if you had the notes for Mr. Medina's class, I was in a little bit of a daze last class, I forgot to take notes." She asked, giving Rory her puppy dog eyes.

"I guess, there at my house, but I can drop them off on my way to Tristan's house this afternoon." She said, zipping up her bag and slinging it over her shoulder.

"I thought he wasn't getting back until tomorrow," she asked confused.

"He wasn't suppose to, but he text message me during my free period and told me he was back. So I'm going over to say hi," she said and began to walk toward the parking lot. Madeline following behind her.

"Oh. Well that's nice! I'll see you later than!" Madeline waved as she walked away.

"Great!" Rory whispered, throwing her bag into the back of her BMW convertible and climbing in the drivers seat. But before she could start the car she heard her cell phone ring from the back seat. Twisting around in the seat, she grabbed the cell phone out of the side pocket and answered it, without even looking at the caller id.

"Hello?" She said, twisting back around in her seat.

"Ace? This you?" Logan's voice made her heart jump.

"Yeah…" she answered confused.

"Good! I was just wondering if you were free tonight. A few buddies of mine are throwing a party and I figured that this would be the perfect opportunity to get to know you better, and corrupt your goody two shoes ways." He joked, causing Rory to laugh.

"Oh really?" She asked, feeling flattered that he had thought to invite her.

"Yep! I'll even come and pick you up!" He said, amused.

"That's sounds good, surprisingly." She replied, smirking. Completely forgetting that she had planned on going over to Tristan's for the afternoon.

"Great! I'll be at your house in a half an hour than. See ya later Ace!" He hung up, leaving Rory confused about how he would know where to pick her up.

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Twenty minutes later she was trying to decide what to wear when her cell phone rang. Searching the bed that was covered in clothing she finally found it under a discarded skirt.

"Yes?" She answered, looking at the skirt again.

"Hey baby! I thought you were going to come over after school?" Tristan's voice made her head shot up. Crap!

"Hey! Um… I was going to but something came up. I can't really get out of it! I'm sorry." She hedged the truth.

"But I haven't seen you in over 72 hours. I miss you!" He reasoned.

"I promise that I'll spent the afternoon with you tomorrow, but I really have to go to this." She said, only slightly lying.

"But that's to far away," He pleaded.

"You'll see me at school tomorrow." She replied, slipping out of her jeans and into the denim mini skirt. Then moving back into her closet to find her blue short sleeve v neck, and some flip flops. "But I really have to go, I still have to do my hair and makeup before he shows up." She continued, silently cursing herself.

"He? He who?" Tristan asked, his annoyance showing in his voice.

"My dad," She lied, feeling bad about doing so. It wasn't that she didn't want him to know, it was just that knowing Tristan, he would overreact and accuse her of cheating on him. He could be such a hypocrite sometimes.

"Okay than, I guess I'll see you tomorrow!" he bit back angrily.

"I lo-" She started, but heard the sound of him hanging up the phone. Ass!

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Logan arrived at her house about fifteen minutes later. Not bothering to hide the smile that spread on his face when he saw her.

"Wow Ace! You look beautiful." He commented, letting his eyes trail over her body.

Rory just smiled, feeling slightly embarrassed by his compliment.

"You ready to go?" He asked, not waiting for her answer before grabbing her hand and walking towards the waiting car.

"I guess…" She said, following him down the steps behind him. They both car climbed into the back of the car, Rory giving him a funny look. "You have a driver?" She asked, not really all that surprised. After all hew was Logan Huntzberger, the son of one of the most influential man in the newspaper world, it was to be expected.

"Only when I know that there will be drinking tonight, and I defiantly do not want to be behind the wheel." He said, studying her expression. "What?"

"Nothing…" She replied softly, looking away from his eyes.

"That wasn't' nothing Ace. You can tell me!" Logan said, gently taking her hand in his. To anyone who was watching, it might have looked like a gesture of comfort, but to Logan it was more then just that. Ever since she had opening that door, he had been using every opportunity to touch her soft silky skin.

"It's just…" She started, looking down at her lap. "My mom was killed in a car accident when I was seven. A drunk driver ran a red light…" She looked at him, seeking the comfort that she knew would be in his eyes.

Logan silently pulled her small body into his arms. Loving the feeling of her warm breath on the skin of his neck. "That must have been really hard on you." He said into her hair, pulling her body a little closer, so that she was basically sitting on his lap.

"And Tristan doesn't get it why I don't like him driving after he has been drinking," She cried, laying her head down on his shoulder, inhaling his scent.

"I always thought he was a jerk, and from the last couple of days, it has really been confirmed." He joked, trying to lighten the mood.

She laughed through her tears, lifting her head up slightly to look into his eyes. "Why is it that when ever your around I seem to be crying?" She asked him.

"Maybe you just can't stand to look at me without tears in your eyes because I'm so breathtakingly handsome." He smirked.

"You're a jerk!" She laughed, slapping his shoulder lightly.

"Well, what can I say?" His smirk growing wider, before his expression turned serious abruptly. "Why are you with this guy, if all he does is make you cry?" He asked, cupping her chin in his hand and wiping away the tears that had fallen from her eyes with his thumb. "You could do so much better than him."

Rory just looked into his eyes, trying to come up with an answer, but her mind just couldn't formulate one that was actually true. "I don't know," She whispered, looking away from his eyes, confused by her confession, but most of all confused about the fact that it was true. Tristan had done nothing but hurt her through out the months that they had been dating. He had yelled at her for just talking to other guys, he had made her feel guilty about the fact that she wasn't ready to give up her virginity to him, and then he had cheated on her. He had done nothing but hurt her and make her cry. Why was she still with him?

Cause your afraid to be alone. Her mind answered for her. She was afraid to be left alone, all by herself in the world that could be so cruel, that it would take away a little girl's mother away from her, before she really got a chance to know her. She was afraid that she would never find someone else.

The tears came back to her eyes, she quietly sobbed leaning against Logan's shoulder again, seeking the comfort that he was willingly offering her.

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"Logan!" A obviously drunk man, with a very sexy accent yelled as they walked into the bar. "Ohh! And who would this fascinating specimen of female gender be?" He asked, not hiding the fact that he was checking her our.

"Finn, I'd like you to meet Rory. Rory, I'd like you to meet Finn." He gestured between the two of them. "And for that I am truly sorry." he whispered into her ear.

"Oh shush Logan!" He said, grabbing Rory's hand and kissing it. "It's a pleasure to meet you Love. Just to bad you aren't a red head."

"Down Finn. She has a boyfriend." Grabbing Rory's hand back from Finn and squeezing it slightly before letting it go.

"Hasn't ever stopped me, or you for that matter before." He commented, not missing the way Logan was looking at the mysterious Rory. "But who is this lucky bastard who has stolen your heart, so all of the rest of the man in the world have to suffer?" He asked, causing Rory to blush slightly.

"Lets not bring up, that asshole tonight, shall we?" Logan interjected, seeing Rory send him a grateful smile.

"Why of course not. Then how would I convince you to fall in love with me." He replied smirking. "But enough about our future love! Come and meet the rest of the gang!" He said, grabbing her hand and leading her through crowed room, making her send a 'help me' look at Logan who just laughed and then followed after them.

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Rory had met all of Logan's friends and was on her third martini when a blond girl, who she remember as Stephanie, came to sit beside her, in a seat that was recently vacated by Logan, who went up to get another drink.

"So you're the famous Ace." She stated, smiling friendly.

"I'm famous?" Rory asked.

"Well Logan hasn't been able to shut up about you since that stupid party that his parents made him go to the other night. It's actually getting quiet annoying." She stated, looking over to where Logan was standing next to the bar, talking to a couple of guys.

"He's crazy about you, you know?" Stephanie continued, watching Rory's facial expressions. "All we ask is that you don't break his heart, cause than, no matter how much we may like you already. We would be forced to kill you."

"I seriously doubt that he's crazy about me," she replied, eyes still locked on Logan.

"Well it's a good thing that I know him better than you do than. Because, the way he looks at you, there isn't a doubt about it in my book. But if you choice to believe differently, then be my guess," She said, getting up from her seat, before pausing and looking back down at Rory. "Just know that I notice a lot of things. More specifically the way someone's face changes when a certain person walks into the room. Just like yours and just like Logan's." She finished, before walking away.

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"Ace!" Logan yelled, making his way back to the table where the rest of his friends were sitting, drink in hand. "What were you and Steph talking about?" He asked, slightly slurring.

"Nothing." She answered smiling at him.

"Oh really?" He questioned, taking the seat beside her.

"Yep!" She said, taking a sip of her drink. "Logan?"

"Yeah Ace," He smirked.

"Do you think that we could leave soon? I don't want my dad to worry about me." She asked. "It's not that I don't like the party and all, I just didn't get a chance to tell my dad where I was going." She explained, after seeing Logan's confused look.

"Okay Ace, Lets just say goodbye to everyone and than we can go." He said, just as Rory's cell phone started to ring.

"Sorry," she whispered to Logan before digging through her purse for her cell phone.

"No problem."

"Hello?" Rory answered, not recognizing the number.

"Hey," Tristan answered, anger showing even in one little word. "Where are you?" He demanded.

"With some friends, why?" She hedged, stealing a glance at Logan before pointing towards the door. Silently telling him that she be outside.

"Your dad just called me!" Shit! she swore, knowing this couldn't be good. "Want to explain that Rory?"

"Tristan, I told you where I was going when you called earlier." She replied, agitated.

"No, you told me what you were doing, not where… Or with!" He yelled.

"I'd rather not talk about this over the phone!" She said loudly.

"Fine! Leave your window unlocked tonight!" He yelled, hanging up the phone before she could reply.

"Asshole." She whispered to herself, dropping her phone into her bag. Tristan hadn't always been like this, he use to be sweet, he use to hold her hand and listen to her problems. He use to say he loved her before hanging up, even when he was mad. He never use to yell at her for no reason.

"Something wrong Ace?" Logan asked, coming up to stand behind her.

"No, just my dad, wondering where I am." She lied, wrapping her arms around herself.

Logan knew she lying, but didn't feel like pushing the matter. So he just silently nodded and lead her to where the car was waiting for them.

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I had a really good time tonight, thank you!" Rory said when they had reached her house.

"That's good! Maybe we could do it again sometime." He said, helping her out of the car and leading her to her front door.

"Sure!" she replied, looking in her purse for her keys.

Without thinking about what he was doing, he leaned in slightly and brushed his lips against her cheek. "I'll talk to you later Ace!" He said before making his way back to the car.

"Bye," She sighed, watching the car's taillights disappear around the corner. Once the car was gone she turned around to the door and inserted her keys, opening the door.

"Dad?" she called, expecting him to wait up for her. She looked around the first floor, she found a note taped to the refrigerator.

Hey Kid!

The idiot called a couple times looking for you! Your grandmothers set me up again, so I probably wouldn't be home for a while! Hope you had a good time at school. (is that possible?)

Love you, DAD

She looked at the note confused, Tristan had said that Chris had called him. Feeling both anger and confusion start to boil inside of her she made her way up to her room and unlocked the window, knowing Tristan would show up soon, just like he'd said he would.

Making her way to the bathroom, she carefully took of all her clothes and stepped into the shower, enjoying the feeling of hot water running down her skin. After she was done, she stepped out and wrapped a towel around herself, and walked into her bedroom.

"Hey," She said, not at all surprised to see Tristan lying across her bed.

"Hey Honey, how was your day?" He asked sarcastically.

Ignoring him she made her way to her closet, closing the door behind her, she got dressed in her favorite Pajamas. Coming out again she made her way to the dresser and started brushing her hair, still ignoring the presence of her boyfriend.

"Rory!" He yelled frustrated, standing up. "Where were you?" He demanded.

"With some friends." she stated, not looking at him.

He grabbed her and spun her around to face, successfully surprising her. "Where?!" He demanded.

"I- I was at Maddy's, she needed help with her English homework." she lied, feeling the fear rise in her.

He made a sound of a buzzer, "Wrong answer! Maddy called me earlier looking for you. She said you were suppose to bring her some notes!" He yelled, his grip tightening on her shoulders.

"Ouch! Your hurting me!" She yelled back, trying to pry his hand off her shoulders.

"Who were you with?!" He demanded, not letting go of her.

"I went out with some new friends!" she said, feeling tears rise in her eyes from the pain of his grip.

"Who!"

"Logan." She admitted, trying to break free of him, but he was to strong.

"Logan who?" He demanded, his eyes growing darker from anger.

"Huntzberger," she cried, still flailing, trying to get out of his grip.

"Who else?" He demanded, shaking her.

"I don't know, some of his friends." she cried, feeling sobs rise in her chest. Before she could say anymore, he threw her on the floor and kicked her, causing her to cry out in pain.

"So you cheated on me? With Huntzberger!" He yelled, kicking her again.

"No!" She cried, hands clutching her stomach. "I didn't cheat on you!"

"Yeah right!" he yelled, stomping to the other side of the room and punched the wall.

The next few minutes were filled with only her sobbing and his erratic breathing.

"Baby?" He said, coming up to kneel next to her, gathering her shaking form in his arms, ignoring when she flinched away from him. "I'm sorry." He said, kissing her hair. "I'm so sorry."

Rory sat there, tears flowing down her face uninterrupted, scared to move. After a few minutes Tristan lifted her up and brought her to the bed, laying down beside her and wrapped his arms around her.

"Please don't make me do that again."

A/N So... what do you think? I feel kind of bad because i personally love Tristan but i needed to change him for the story. I hope you liked it. Thanks for the reviews on the last chapter.