It was Friday, the night of the party.
Rory had decided to go.
"Are you sure you want to do this? After all you broke his heart and he is a playboy!"
"Paris!"
"I'm sorry, but those are the facts!"
Rory needed a dress for the party and as Lane had no time for shopping she had called Paris, but wasn't sure if she regretted it now…
"How do you know he hasn't moved on?"
"Finn wouldn't have invited me in that case, would he?"
"Well, I don't know what someone so egocentric who barely notices other people around him would do. He can hardly remember your name! Did he tell you that Logan would be there?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"No."
"So, what if he won't be there? And there's the reason why Finn invited you! He wants to check you out!" Rory nibbled at her bottom lip.
"Don't you think you're a little paranoid now?"
"Rory…" Paris had stopped walking and stood there staring at a kiosk.
Rory groaned. "Paris, please I don't have time for this!"
"No, Rory trust me, you should take your time for this!" Reluctantly Rory walked up to her to take a look at the source of Paris' disturbance.
At first she couldn't make it out, but then her eyes got caught by the front page of a cheap boulevard magazine. Rory jumped towards the little shop and grabbed a paper, quickly flipping through the pages. She gasped.
"Oh I'm gonna kill him!" Paris said looking over her shoulder. "He never deserved you! He's a despicable human being!" Paris scolded, really angry.
Rory just stared at the picture of Logan and another woman. Her throat swelled shut.
"Rory?" Paris' voice just barely reached her while she tried to hold back the tears.
The blond woman grabbed her arm. "Come on. Instead of a dress we go buy chocolate and movies. No one needs him really! I mean have you ever looked at him objectively? He is becoming fat! Look at his dad! He is predestined for losing his hair! Come on, he'll bite his ass when you are a famous reporter while his play bunnies have problems spelling "orange"!"
Now the tears ran freely.
"Oh, Paris I won't have a career! My job is horrible, nothing is good enough and…I think I'm having a heart attack…why does it hurt so much? Why?"
"Oh darling…" She put an arm around her friend. "Should we rather buy torches, forks, feathers and pitch? We'll just chase him out of town." Rory chuckled while she was still crying.
"Chocolates, alcohol and Hugh Jackmann should do."
"Come on let's go!"
Meanwhile Logan was on his way to the party…
This is the last chapter for tonight. There will be more before the week is out.