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Chapter Twelve: The Fall of Paris
It was official. You couldn't tell if you didn't know, but I could and I think others like Logan could. I was eating, and I would eat before, I would eat, but now all I did was eat. I would also sleep, and sleep, and sleep.
It was like the whole baby thing was wearing me out, normal of course, but I hated it. Logan worked all the time, I think he was getting work out of the way that he would be missing when the baby was born. I, on the other hand, always had school work to do, heaps of it.
"Are you seriously still hungry?" Paris didn't know, although sometimes it felt like she could guess.
"Yeah," I muttered quietly taking another slice of pizza from the box.
"Rory, you've always ate a lot, but never this much. What is that your seventh slice?"
"I've ate seven slices before," its true, I have.
"Still, you don't always eat seven slices. What is going on with you?"
"Nothing," I said quietly.
"You're pregnant," oh my god! She knew, of course she knew, she's pre med. Just say yes, you know she knows it's too late just admit it. No, she was just guessing, tell her no, and follow Grandma's orders.
"Yes," I am such an idiot.
"What?!"
"I'm pregnant," the moment I said it I could hear the front door close. Logan heard what I said, crap.
Paris stood up, ticked off obviously, but not at me; at Logan. "Logan Huntzburger," Paris screamed at him "what have you done?!"
"Paris!" I shouted at her "it's not only his fault. Wait, its no ones fault, it just…just…it just happened, okay?"
"I can't believe this! What is wrong with you? It's called an abortion, you're not even married Rory. You're going to ruin your life!"
"I am not! You can't just come in here and start making accusations!" Logan was standing by me now, sort of in front as if protecting; in a way.
"I was invited here remember?" she didn't say it like a question; it was more like screaming out a fact.
"Well, now you're uninvited!"
"Well, I am here and as your friend I think we need to discuss this further."
"Discuss what?" I folded my arms across my chest.
"How stupid and immature you're being!" Okay, I seriously needed back up. I tapped Logan on the back as if asking for support, thank the lord my prayers where answered.
"Paris!" Logan latterly yelled at her, and he yelled so loud it was like the walls would tumble down. They didn't, and Paris continued her rage.
"I just am so surprised. Who would think perfect little Rory, the Yale Daily News editor, straight A student, would be the one to get knocked up by her boyfriend, the spoiled, over-privileged, jerk who thinks he is better then anyone else." That did it.
"Get out," I said trying to sound strong, but the tears that where bubbling at the bottom of my eyes gave away how weak I was. "Paris get out!"
"Rory, we aren't finished here," seriously, she actually thinks that this conversation wasn't over.
"I think we are," I replied rudely, though it didn't make a difference.
"Paris out," Logan almost growled at her.
"Fine, fine," She said backing away, "I just leave little Lorelai the second here." That what obviously an insult toward both my mother and me.
"Shut up!"
"Sure thing, slut."
"Are you serious?" I screamed at her "what do you think this is high school. I am in no way a slut! Logan and I are getting married by the way."
"So what?" she didn't care, or she didn't show that she cared "you're getting married because you're a pregnant slut."
"Paris! I thought we where friends." I whispered, tightening my grip on Logan's right hand.
"We where."
"And now we aren't?" I whispered my voice squeaking.
"I'm not sure," she was as quiet as I.
"How can you 'not be sure?'"
"I just can't be sure, okay?"
"I don't see how." My legs felt like Jell-O.
"I just need to gather my thoughts. This is so much so fast." She started to turn.
I couldn't contain myself, all the anger building up inside my just spilled out, "so you can't be friends with a slut like me right?!"
"That's not what I'm saying!" she turned to look at me again.
"Then what are you saying?"
"I am saying that I just need to think, okay? This is so much to take in, and obviously this isn't new news, it's a lot to take in all at once."
"Fine," it wasn't fine, but that's all I could say and the moment she closed the doors the tears burst out.
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