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Chapter 11:

"Hello, Ace," Logan leaned up against her desk.

"Logan."

"What's up with you and DuGrey?" he asked as casually as possible.

"Why do you care?"

"Don't really, just curious. Those reporter genes that run in my family gotta show up sometime."

"Oh yes, you'd make a great society columnist."

"Ouch, low blow. I'm just asking. I mean, it's kinda obvious you know each other fairly well."

"We were friends in high school. And by friends, I mean he made my life a living hell, except for on very rare occasions."

"that's not what it seems like when I see you two together." Ace shrugged.

"I guess in the past few days we've gotten a bit closer."

"Yeah, guess so… want to do something tonight?"

"What would you say if I told you I already made plans with Tristan?" His jaw clentched, but he shrugged his shoulders, nonchalant.

"Do you?"

"Sorry." She looked over at him apologetically to prove the point she was actually sorry they couldn't do anything that night.

"What about tomorrow night? There's a party."

"It's Friday tomorrow night. I can't… maybe I can get out of it, or at least leave a little early." Logan grinned.

"Great, tomorrow night then."

"We'll-" but he was already out the door before he heard her finish. He continued his journey out of the building Yale Daily News resided in, flipping open his phone. He pressed speed dial #1 and waited for it to pick up.

"Hey, Logan," Aims' pleasant voice answered.

"Tristan's into her."

"No, he's not. They're friends. And even if he was, which he isn't, she's definitely not into him," Aims replied in the tone that Logan knew meant she found that they had been talking about this particular subject for argument far too often lately. But Logan knew it had to be put on; he didn't talk about Ace that much.

"How would you know?"

"Logan, how many times do I have to tell you that I'm omnipotent?"

"Amy, I'm not in a joking mood."

"I'm dead serious, Logan! Besides, if he was into her, he would have made his move by now. And if she was into him, she would have reciprocated. But I know she hasn't because she's too into you. And you would know if it had happened because 1) she doesn't seem like the kind of girl who would not tell you and 2) I would know and, therefore, tell you. In other words, they are fur-ends!

"Then why are they spending so much time together? We haven't been out since he got here!"

"Probably because you don't make plans ahead of time. So when she feels like making plans, she'd call Tristan, her friend, because she knows you wouldn't like making plans in advance."

"Women shouldn't be allowed to think like that!"

"And yet we do. Too bad for you! Ha! I rhymed!"

Logan shook his head, 'the things that bring her joy…' "Hold on, Aims. I gotta incoming call."

"Kay-kay."

"Hello?"

"Hey, Logan."

"What's up, Ace?"

"I called my grandparents."

"Already? It's tomorrow night."

"My grandparents, remember?"

"Oh right, continue."

"Anyway, I wasn't able to get out of dinner, but I convinced them that I have an early seminar that Paris signed me up for, for the next couple of weeks. So, I'll be able able to get out early tomorrow and I won't have to go at all next week."

"Great, it's at my dorm tomorrow night, whenever."

"Alright, just a question. Are you going to be looking for me?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Never mind." After she hung up without a goodbye, he switched back over to Aims.

"What did she want?"

"To say that she could come – do I even want to know how you knew Ace was on the other line?"

"I think the correct question to be asking is how you just assumed I was talking about the reporter, when all I said was 'she.' And as for the answer… no one, no one can keep you on the phone when I'm on the other line… unless it's your mother... or Mitch, but then you'd have come back on cursing. So, obviously, it had to be dear Ms. Gilmore."

"She just called to say she could make it to a party, and to ask if I was going to look for. But that makes no sense – she's my guest, of course I'll look for her."

"Logan, sometimes I wonder how you can get so many girls when you understand nothing."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means she was asking whether she was going as your date or a friend."

"Of course, as my date; I would never invite her somewhere knowing I'd be with another girl."

"Right, because you actually care about her, which will become very evident if you keep up being jealous of Tristan spending time with her."

"I'm not jealous, just irritated."

"Fine, don't get mad at me. I'm just stating my observations. I could be wrong."

"Admitting it is the first step to recovery."

"You're one to talk!"

"We're getting into that again, are we?"

"No, I supposen't; I've said my piece. You'll get it eventually; I have faith in you."

"Still trying to figure out what I'm supposed to get."

"It's been drilled into your subconscious. Don't worry, sooner or later it'll come out. Now, onto more pressing matters, Alexandria's birthday's on Saturday."

"I'll be there, and I mentioned it to Finn, Colin, and Steph, so they're going too. I'm pretty sure they've already gotten her gifts."

"Great, that's just what I need, more expensive gifts to spoil her rotten."

"Aw c'mon, Aims, you knew it was gonna happen! She's your kid; of course everyone's going to spoil her, especially me and my friends."

I know; I know, but already Jean (A/N: John in French) and Teresa have gotten her a present each (and you know how they are); Mom and Doc have already gotten their precious little granddaughter three presents and will get her more the second I turn my back; plus there's you, Colin, Steph, Tristan and Finn, Allison, Cassy, Mitch-"

"Dad's gonna be there?"

"Uh-uh, he's on business somewhere or something, so you don't have to worry… but anyway, let's see; who else…? Peter, all those LDB members Peter, Allison, and Marcus know from their Yale days, everyone Mom knows from DAR and her charities… God, why can't she just get one little inexpensive gift from some friends and family members in a nice small grouping that has the ability to fit in my living room and maybe a couple of friends from preschool."

"Well, for one thing, she's the only grandchild of Doctor William and Nancy Neal from their only, prized daughter who they adore more than they do their son and heir. So they and their friends will give her presents worth millions, as it is only natural. 2) you have too many friends who love her and want to spoil her – 'cause let's face it, she's adorable (has to be since she's directly related to the two of us - , and three: you travel too much for her to have friends from preschool, considering you bring her with you and teach her yourself."

"Blah!"

"Sure…! Why not?"

"So, anyway… Saturday, festivities start at noon at the Delacroix's Hartford house."

"I know."

"She knows you're coming."

"Since I was the one to tell her over the phone – I know."

"She hasn't been able to stop talking about how you're going to be there."

"You told me this yesterday when I called, so… I know."

"You know that I'm just worried, right?"

"You don't have to be."

"It's just that you don't have the best track record…"

"I'm fully aware."

"Good, 'cause, ya know, just a little while ago I heard form a very intelligent guy that admitting it is the first step to recovery."

"Really? Well, then, he must be a great guy."

"Oh yeah, excellent! He's my best friend."

"Always great to hear, but I gotta run. Just got back to the dorm and let's just say Finn's going through a new phase most girls would find a little odd."

"Well, make sure if it's that bad he doesn't bring it with him on Saturday."

"Will do."

"Love ya, Logan."

"Love you too, Aims."

What could it possibly be that Finn is going through now? Most would say it cannot get worse than his alleged "naked phase," but perhaps this will change your opinion! The only way you can find out is if you review!