On The Cover Of A Magazine

Chapter 7

"Cocaine (We're Going To Hell)."

DISCLAIMER: I Own Hadley. Ok? Ok.

A/N: Irony? Of Course, There's Gonna Be Irony. She (Hadley) Grew Up In Hartford Society, So She's Gonna Know The Society Kids That Rory Knows And Of Course, She Knew Them Before Rory Did. Sorry If You Didn't Figure That Out In The Beginning, Kiddos.

Italics Are Thoughts. xD
BOLD
Is Hadley's Texts; Bold Underlined is Logan.

Hadley quietly and quickly dressed and left Jess's apartment before the clock even hit 9:00 A.M. She sighed heavily as she got on the highway. She picked up her phone and called Logan. He didn't answer, so she left a message. "Uhm, hey, Logan. What's, uh, what's up? It's Hadley. Well, you probably already knew that. Uhm, sorry about last night. I mean, I was drunk enough to tell you the truth, but sober enough to remember. And I was a mondo-bitch. I am truly sorry. You just don't know what I feel for you and seeing you with Rory kills me. But she makes you happy. So, either fix things with her or I will fuck you in the ass with a broom." She knew that would make him laugh. She knew he loved her off-beat sense of humor. "Anyways, I have to go, I'm getting on the highway and I should be home tonight. I'll see you later. I lo--." She stopped her self and just hung up.

She plugged in her iPod and turned up the radio, so loud that she couldn't even hear herself think. She didn't want to hear what her brain had to tell her anyways. Her conscience. The angel and devil on her shoulders. She wanted to hurt them. She turned up the radio louder. She was selfish. Selfish for wanting Logan to her self. But not so selfish that she was stealing him. Why can't Rory like me? She needs to be worried about me. I'm a constant threat. Keep your friends close but your enemies closer. Isn't that the rule? Why doesn't she follow it? Why can't she play by the goddamn rules? Fuck it. Her phone buzzed with a text from Logan. 'you know i love you right?'

She hesitated before texting him back. 'It's Too Damn Late For That, Logan.'

'how is to too late?'

She shook her head. She didn't even bother texting back, she just looked at the road ahead and wondered when she'd be home.

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A little over 4 hours later, she pulled into Lorelai's driveway. She had recieved 4 more texts and 3 calls from Logan. She hadn't answered any of them. She wanted nothing to do with him for the time being, so she decided to call Tristan. It rang twice and went to voicemail. Quietly cursing, she fell backwards on her bed. She wished that she had never decided to meet her mother. She wished she could just keep living with Logan, and she could silently push Rory out of the picture, instead of being in the spotlight as she did it. She closed her eyes and soon fell asleep.

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(Two Weeks Later)

Rory walked through the Yale courtyard on the way to her Game Theory class, when she saw a magazine sitting on one of the racks by a coffee cart. As she picked up her daily coffee, she picked up a magazine as well. She studied the cover story as she took a drink. When she glanced closer at the picture on the front it was Logan and... Her sister? She turned to the page specified and started reading the captions. "Hadley Bennet, 22, Hartford socialite and heiress, has finally been spotted after a month flying under the radar. Even though she's dyed her hair and lost the glasses, we know it's her." "After being spotted by the paparazzi, her and fellow heir, Logan Huntzberger, 25, they darted into a tanning salon and waited for the ruckus to die down."

Rory stared at the page in awe. Attempting to not drop her coffee, she pulled out her phone to call Lorelai. "Mom?" She said, a hint of excitement in her voice. "You will not believe this."

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A/N: This was just kind of a filler chapter. More exciting irony to come. :)

R&R.