Chapter Two: Revenge to the Max.

"Hey, I'm Rory." The brunette girl standing next to Paris introduced herself, she held out a hand for him to shake. "You're Logan right?"

"Yeah, in the flesh." He smirked, looking her up and down as he shook her hand.

"She's not a piece of meat Blondie!" Paris snarled before turning to Rory, "I'll leave this womanizing jerk in your hands." She turned and stormed off to her locker.

"She does realize she's blonde too right?" Logan asked, flicking his thumb in Paris' direction and smirking again.

"If she hasn't learnt by now…" Rory glanced at her watch, "Well, I have a spare next, how about you?"

"Yeah, same. It's starting to look like I'm stuck with you and Paris for everything." He observed, smiling slightly at the thought.

"God! I hope not!" Rory exclaimed a bit too heatedly, before blushing at Logans inquisitive look. "No, I didn't mean it like… you know… Paris." She mumbled incoherently.

"Uh-huh. Sure." He didn't sound convinced, "So, what do you do in your spares?"

"Oh!" Rory squealed excitedly, "I can show you the Library! I usually go there and revise during my free periods, it's a really great Library!"

Logan followed Rory along the halls amused before he ventured another question, "So, what was the Dr. Phil moment about before?"

Her eyes glazed over and her body visibly stiffened, but she tried to pass it off as unimportant, "Oh… that. Recent break-up. Nothing serious. I'm totally over it. Oh, here we are. The library, prepare to be amazed!"

Logan decided against delving further into her problems, he knew that it was definitely something consequential, but it wasn't his place to ask… or care. Rory opened the door slowly, trying to read Logans face.

"You're kidding right?" Was all he said.

"It's pretty cool! They have the chairs, and the study tables! Look at all the books!" She exclaimed, pointing around to some plush armchairs in the corner by a window and a collection of tables with scattered students working on overdue assignments.

"It's just a Library." He held back a laugh at the excitement that shone in her eyes, she looked beautiful, even if she was a fruitcake.

"But look at this book!" She said, grabbing an old edition of some encyclopedia off a shelf. "Smell that! Isn't it great."

"Ok, you've officially cracked it." He stated, looking at her with wide eyes, "Did you seriously just sniff that book?"

"Are you mocking me?" She said with a slightly vicious undertone.

"You sniffed a book!" he defended.

"Fatso, you mock. Footloose you mock. Jurassic Park, you definitely mock, but my love affair with books… you do not mock!" She jabbed her finger at his chest to emphasize her point.

"Whoa. Relax there! Don't take it out on me just because your boyfriend realized what a nut job you really are!" He regretted the words immediately as the tears brimmed in her eyes, bring back the insecurities Paris had previously banished.

"You're just like him aren't you?" She sobbed, "Thinking you can have any blonde Barbie doll you like! No consideration at all, you just come out and say whatever you like! No matter who you hurt! It actually meant something to me you know! I took those three words seriously! Then I made a complete ass out of myself at the town meeting, we share a wonderful summer together before you're off eating Barbies face!" Rory turned to walk away, tears running don her cheeks again. Logan knew that they were past the point of talking about him. He contemplated running after her. But why should he care?

Rory knew she had over reacted, she knew that it was uncalled for. She even knew that Logan meant well. But why give him a chance? Why chance being friends with him? Looks like Paris' talk didn't heal as much as previously thought.

"Hello people." Paris greeted, walking into the room of students in a business like manner, "You, my fellow students, are this years Franklin committee. Look around, memorize the faces, observe your competition."

"Paris… I don't think they're the competition…"

"Gilmore, who's editor here? Right. Now I've already taken the liberty of assigning your first article, glad you could join us Logan. Take a seat." She said coolly to Logan who had just burst into the room, waving goodbye to a slightly disheveled Summer.

Logan walked over, ignoring the glares sent out by Rory and sat down next to her. After a while he lay his head down on the table and faint snores could be heard, much to the displeasure of Paris.

"… Rory, I was going to let you cover the paving of the staff parking lot, but seeing as… circumstances have changed, I'll give that to Huntzberger. If only he knew… so instead you get to cover the interview with voted favorite teacher. This year it's… Mr. Medina." The newspaper meeting was drawing to a close. Rory's face dropped as she heard her piece. Mr. Medina? The man whose heart my mother ripped out? She was going to have to spend one on one time with and interview him. Talk to him. Life is so not fair!

Paris signaled the end of the meeting and the fellow workers stood up to leave, yet Logan was still laying there, sleeping. Rory took a look at him, he looked different sleeping, almost… innocent. Unlike the cocky rich bastard he normally is, she thought bitterly. She thought about waking him up, then her eyes met with the water bottle she had brought with her. She smiled wickedly and unscrewed the cap, looking around to make sure no one was watching she casually knocked over the bottle and watched as a startled Logan jumped out of his seat, wet hair and all.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I mustn't have seen it there!" Rory apologized with just traces of mock sincerity. She started walking out of the room, leaving him to clean up.

Max Medina. Fun.

"Not nice Gilmore." Logan ran out of the office and fell into step with her. "Not nice at all."

"It was an accident." Rory said innocently, her brow still furrowed in thought.

"You're an Ace reporter, you can stiff out when things aren't an accident, cant you Ace?" He jolted her from her thoughts.

"What? Huh…" She said, slightly dazed.

"Paris said you're an Ace reporter." He clarified.

"And Paris says you're an arrogant jerk." She added.

"So… you're a crappy reporter?" He smirked, she really, really hated that smirk right now.

"No, I'm saying Paris has good instincts."

"Ouch, Ace, ouch!" He exclaimed, holding his hand to his heart. "So, what beat am I doing?" Ah. Here we go. The alternative motive, then he wasn't like Tristan… he wanted more than just to hassle her.

"You're coving the paving of the staff parking lot." She said nonchalantly.

"Exciting, and you?" Her step faltered slightly, but she picked up ok.

"Interview with the elected favorite teacher." She replied with a slight whimper.

"You don't like that." He stated with a knowing smirk.

"What? No! It's great really, just great! I mean, perfect… best article… stupid not to… but…"

"But what?" He provoked.

"Max Medina." Was all she replied.

"Huh?"

"He's the teacher… he's also my mums ex fiancé." She didn't know why she was telling him, but it felt good to tell someone completely isolated from her life, someone who wouldn't care, someone she didn't know.

"I'll do the article." He shrugged.

"Uh-uh. So you'll take the best article assigned off my hands, leaving me with a dud about cement and white paint?" She gave him a look, but he just repeated the shrugging action.

"Yep."

"Ok then. I'll do it." Normally she wouldn't give up a great article, but the personal conflict was too much. She couldn't bare her mothers choices, she wanted them to get married!

"But… it comes at a price. I do the article, you go on a date with me." He smirked, feeling like he had the upper hand.

"Then… no." She picked up her pace slightly.

"Alright then, but I'll be here when you change your mind. Here's my number." He slipped a piece of paper into her blazer pocket before he fell out of pace with her and turned a corner, of to do what, or who, she didn't know… or want to know.

Rory sighed. It was going to be a very long week.

Rory exited the bus in a foul mood, she didn't want to interview Max! Was everyone seriously out to get her? Then a surge of anger took over. There was Dean. Waving goodbye to Lindsay. Before she knew what she was doing she was standing behind Dean tapping his shoulder, dean turned around, his eyes widening as he realized who was behind him.

"Um… hey Rory… I'm kind of in a hurry…" he tried to walk past her but she stood her ground.

"Don't worry, I wont take up much of your time. I just wanted to say that I think you are scum! Lower than scum. I can't believe that you would have the indignity to cheat on me! Who do you think you are? Huh? How can you even look at yourself?" She felt satisfaction as Dean hung his shoulders slightly and started backing away.

"I didn't cheat on you." He mumbled, eyes on the ground.

"WHAT?" Rory shouted in surprise, they were the last words she had expected him to utter.

"I… sort of… got together with Lindsay before summer… before we got back together." He ran his hand through his hair nervously, as his eyes darted around looking for an escape.

"So, I was the other woman?" Rory asked, her mouth open in shock and horror. He had been seeing both of them for all that time, how could she be so blind. Then again, they say love is blind.

"Rory, I really did love you, and this summer was great. It's just… Lindsay was spending the summer in Florida with her grandparents, I didn't want to be alone… and I was still in love with you… still am. But I'm not going to break up with Lindsay." What sort of logic was that? He had spent the entire summer cheating on his girlfriend with his ex-girlfriend who didn't know any better… but it was ok because he didn't want to be alone?! Because he still loved his ex?!

"Screw you Dean!"

Her blood was boiling, she was fuming, she hated him. Loathed him. She wanted to slap him across the face, yet she couldn't bring herself to follow through. Instead she turned on her heel and stormed off. Only to be invaded by her own thoughts yet again.

She wanted revenge. She wanted to rip his heart out like he had hers. She wanted to spit in his face, kick him while he was down. She pulled out her cell phone and decided to play with the one vantage point she had. She would get her revenge. Perhaps it could be a win-win situation.

She pulled the slip of paper out of her pocket and dialed the number printed into her phone. As she held the phone to her ear and listened to the ringing, she wondered if revenge really was a sweet as it sounded.

"Hello?" too late to ponder now.

"Hey, Logan? It's Rory. About the interview with Mr. Medina…"

Thanks for reading. Tell me what you think… I'm not sure how I feel about this story and the plot that I have running for it. MERRY CHRISTMAS! I got 'Reading is Sexy' and 'French Fries are the Devils Starchy Fingers' t-shirts!! Tres cool. I love Christmas by the way, it has to be my favorite holiday. 'Tis the season to be jolly!

Bye for now!