Title: Ready for Anything
Chapter 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore girls, nor do I own the characters.
I looked around, hoping there was somebody I knew so I could escape the inevitable run in with Logan. But no such luck; the area outside of the library was empty. If I could just keep my calm, he wouldn't think anything is up. God, he looked good. My palms were sweaty and my legs were trembling. Why did he make me so nervous if he had no idea about my secret?
"Rory, I can't believe I'm seeing you here. Are you attending Yale?" His voice was smooth and pleasant, just like I remembered.
"Um… yeah." I felt at a loss of words with such a simple question. "It's my first year here at Yale. I heard through the Yale Daily grapevine you were attending. So I wasn't too surprised to see you." I fiddled nervously with the hem of my white tee.
"Really? You look absolutely stunned when you saw me standing here."
"I guess I was just caught off guard since I heard you didn't uh… s-show up that much." God I felt stupid. He has to have noticed I was a wreck.
"Is something bothering you because you look a little pale?" He put a hand to my forehead. I closed my eyes and breathed in slowly at his touch. "You feel as though you're running a fever."
Concern glazed over his eyes. "I've just been feeling a little under the weather. All this stress is getting to me I guess." I made it a point to glance at my watch. "I'm going to be late for an appointment, so I'd better take off."
"If it's somewhere off campus I can drive you. It's been a while since we got to talk so I'd like to catch up."
He seemed so nice and generous I almost considered breaking down and telling him; but my senses were too strong for that. "I've got to go to my dorm and get ready so there's really no point. Thanks for the offer, but I'll be all right. See you around." I quickly waved and turned around to head off to my dorm.
I should have known better; I was still feeling sick and the quick pace didn't help. All of a sudden my legs were like jell-o and I couldn't keep balance any longer. My knees gave way to my body's weight and collapsed. There I was, lying on the grass with my things spread around me. I just closed my eyes and wished it would go away; everything blurred together, all the noises became one and that's all I remembered.
---A couple hours later---
My eyes fluttered open and I didn't feel the grass beneath me anymore. When I looked around I noticed a very fancy living space. My body felt weighed down, so I didn't attempt to sit up just yet. My stomach was still pulsing with nausea and my head felt like it would float away.
"You should really take it easy if you are prone to passing out." When I heard his voice I shut my eyes and prayed to make me disappear. I so did not want a confrontation with him and there was no way I was walking out of this apartment anytime soon.
"It's not that I'm prone, but like I said, I'm a bit sick." I was chewing on my lip, waiting for his response.
"A bit sick is an understatement." He sounded serious. Oh god, please don't let him know the truth.
"W-what uh… what do you mean?" I felt like just willing myself to pass out again.
"You walked a few feet and just fell. I mean it had to be more than a bit of the flu or cold. Have you been to the doctor lately? Maybe the stress has caused something serious like an ulcer or whatever in your stomach."
I found the strength to pull myself up into a sitting position so I could face him. "It's really nothing to worry about. I haven't been drinking that much water or eating healthy. I would definitely say I'm probably just dehydrated."
He was sitting in a chair across from me. His eyes were looking directly at me, and I couldn't help but let my gaze fall onto his lips. What I would give to kiss those lips again. He wore a shirt that didn't really show off his body, but I could remember the way it looked. The way his muscles were with just a bit of sweat as he held me against that elevator wall.
"Rory are you okay? You look like you're having a hard time concentrating. Are you feeling light-headed again? I can get you some water." Was he really that dense?
"No, no it's fine. I'm okay really."
"I insist. You said yourself that you were dehydrated, so you're going to have water and you're going to like it." He opened his fridge and searched around. "What if it's flavored water?" He looked over and I nodded, not really wanting water at all.
When he came back he had some fruity flavored water and handed it to me. "Thank you, but I'm going to go."
"You've missed your appointment so what's the hurry?"
I furrowed my eyebrows together, trying to remember what appointment I had. Then I remember that I used it as an excuse. "Yeah well, I have studying to do and I'd rather just get out of your way."
When I stood up, he quickly followed with the same action and blocked my way to the door. "Why do you keep acting like you're in my way or like you're trying to get away from me?"
I had nothing. Nothing came to mind for a quick excuse. God, why can't I think right now?! "It's just… I'm… I don't know. I'm uncomfortable around you."
"Is it something I've said or anything like that?" I shook my head. "I don't see what could make you so uncomfortable."
"It's the whole having had sex with you this summer. I don't know how to act around you. As you know, I'm not experienced with this stuff at all." I didn't give him eye contact this time. I felt horrible keeping the secret of his child from him. My face felt hot and I knew the tears were just building up inside of me. I can't do this, Rory Gilmore, you cannot cry in front of him. "I just really need to get going back to my dorm so I can get some rest."
"Please let me drive you or something then. I know you must still feel sick and I would feel so guilty if you collapsed on your way home." I shook my head and moved passed him to reach the door. He let me go, I assume, because he knew he couldn't change my mind.
The sun was hot and beating against my back as I walked. I unscrewed the lid on the flavored water he gave me and took a drink. If I could drink this water all the time I might stay hydrated through this pregnancy. Ugh pregnancy, I can't believe I'm going to keep this from Logan. I wanted to tell him just because he had a right to know, but from all the tales I've heard recently, it seems like it wouldn't do any good. I turned down the street and Yale was in my sight. It seemed funny to me how I memorized this area so well since I started investigating Yale. I heard crying and looked to my right to find a baby wailing at the top of his lungs while his mother tried her hardest to quiet him with some stuffed toy. I hadn't even thought about the sex of my baby. I think a girl would be fun, and could hold up the Lorelai name. But a boy, that would be different and change is always welcome.
I reached the hallway with my dorm and found two very familiar brunettes lingering near my door. "Are you the infamous Rory Gilmore?" He had a thick Australian accent and I recognized it from Hawaii; they were Logan's friends.
"Yes, I'm Rory, who needs to know?" I eyed them suspiciously, mostly because they knew my name.
"My name is Finn and this lad here is Colin. You may remember Logan from Hawaii. Blonde hair, brown eyes, uhh… some odd feet tall? Ring a bell? If not, we are here to tell you that he definitely remembers you. It's like he's a broken record who only sings your name."
Colin turned to Finn. "Nice metaphor Finn, I didn't think you were that clever."
"Well I had been practicing it since we planned this voyage." Finn gave a sheepish smile.
"What are you two here for?" I was getting impatient with their rambling.
"You see… Logan has never been the one to get attached. He never shows emotions, never calls a girl back, and he never remembers their name. But all of a sudden he's calling you, or at least wanting to call you. And he knows your name. Who knew Logan Huntzberger even had a memory when it came to names?"
My heart felt like it stopped for the slightest second. Did Logan really care about me? Has he changed somewhat because of the impression I'd left on him? "Can you get to your point?"
"Go out on a few dates with our mate and give him a chance. You never called him after you left Hawaii, even after he called you."
"I just ran into Logan a few minutes ago and we talked, but I didn't notice any obsession he had with me. I'm sorry, but you've wasted your time. I have more important things to deal with right now." A wave of nausea hit me and I felt like I might puke up my stomach. I covered my mouth with my hand. "Oh god!" I ran to the trashcan at the entrance of the building and threw up.
I felt a hand holding my hair back and when I looked up, I saw the face of a very confused Colin. "You're looking sick there, and if I didn't know any better I'd say you were pregnant."
"Yeah well you don't know any better, I'm not pregnant. The stress of school and moving has gotten to me, along with the lack of nutrition. So please just let me go inside." He nodded, but I knew he didn't believe me. Whatever, it's nobody's business but my baby's and mine.
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