Watching over me

Summary: Once again, Emily Gilmore has to play matchmaker. But under no circumstances would Rory fall in love with this selfish and arrogant boy… right?

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A/N: I know, I know...it's been like four years. But I hope you still want to know how the story goes on. Here ya go!

Chapter 13

The next few weeks, everything went back to normal. Rory dated Logan, still casually, even if it got harder for her everytime. Seeing him with other girls was still a cruel sight for her eyes, but what could she do? Never see him again? She couldn't endure that. So she had to cope with his lifestyle.

But Tristan was still a touchy subject between them. Everytime he called her and Logan was there, he just shot her deadly glances. She couldn't really understand it. Why was he allowed to see other girls and she couldn't even talk to her best friend? It wasn't fair and they argued about it all the time. Rory thought, that maybe, if they talked it out, it would get better. So, she planned a little get together at the Pub.

Rory was on her way to her first class this day, balancing her large coffee in one hand and flipping open her chirping cellphone with the other.

"'lo?"

"What a charming way to great an old friend, really? Your mother taught you well." Tristan let out an amused chuckle.

"Sorry, but my mother wasn't really into the whole facade of being polite. More like, say what you want, right in the moment when you think it. My grandma doesn't really improve of it, but hey. Little rebellion of an almost 40 year old woman. Why not?"

"I missed your babbling. Did you get your coffee today? You sound a little grumpy."

"I have one right here, but because of the insanely pleasure to get a call from you, I'm deprived."

Tristan let out a chuckle, " Well then, I don't want to interrupt your pleasure in the morning. I just wanted to call to see how you were."

"Other than my coffee-deprivation caused by you, I'm fine thanks. Listen, I wanted to ask you: Are you free this weekend?"

"Yeah, actually I am. Lindsay just called to say she has an 'appointment' on Friday und couldn't go out with me." Tristan said sarcastically, stressing the word appointment.

"Oh, poor boy. You won't get laid. Why oh why, has the world come to an end?"

"You're really not funny without coffee. What did you have in mind?"

"I few of my friends and me wanna go to the Pub und drink exorbitant masses of alcohol because midterms are over. Wanna join us?" Rory hoped, he would say yes. She just wanted Tristan to come so she could arrange a talk between him and Logan.

"Exorbitant masses of alcohol? Count me in!" Rory could almost hear him smirk on the other end.

"Well good, be there at 8, Friday night. Gotta go, class starts in 3 minutes. Bye!" Rory hung up, gulped her coffee and raced to her classroom, smiling that her plan was working.

Rory just put a hat on Finn's head(he was already drunk, what a miracle) as Tristan arrived at the Pub. She didn't notice him, so he could get a proper look at her. She was dressed in simple denim miniskirt and a black top, which revealed her creamy white skin. Her hair fell down in light curls and her eyes sparkled while making fun of Finn's drunken state. She smiled widely as she finally saw Tristan und rushed over to him.

"Tris, you made it!" she effusively hugged him and he gladly put his arms around him. God, why did she have to smell so good?

"Nobody can say no to such an invitation, you know that." He released her und smirked at her. "Are you drunk, my little lady?"

"NO! Well, maybe a little tipsy. Come on, join us. You have to catch up." Rory just took his hand and pulled him along, sitting them both in a booth next to Finn. Finn just looked at him, smiling.

"Well, Tristan. What a nice surprise. Didn't know you would be here. You didn't bring any redheads with you, by any chance?"

"Sorry, Finn. I came alone."

"OH bloody hell. This kitten here promised me some redheads.", he said, nudging Rory who was talking to Stephanie. Rory looked at him, faking to be annoyed.

"Aren't we good enough for you Finn? That hurts..."

"Well, love. You would be enough for me, but sadly you're already taken. Speaking of the devil, here comes Logan." Rory turned and saw him entering. As Logan spotted them, he walked over, seeing Tristan next to Rory.

"Well, hello Tristan. What a nice surprise." He groaned and kissed Rory on the lips, shaked hands with Finn and plopped himself down between Tristan and Rory. Rory took his hand and tried to sooth him by whispering in his ear. "Logan, please. Be nice to him. You know, he's my best friend. Why don't you try to talk to him. I think, you two could really become friends." Rory patted her eyeslashes at him. Logan sighed...who could say no to these eyes?

"Fine, I'll talk to him. But I'm not promising anything, you understand me?" Rory just smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek.

"Well, Tristan. I see you have no drink. What about a beer to begin with?" Tristan blinked at Logan, confused by why he was talking to him, but gladly he accepted. Logan waved at the waitress and they ordered. Rory talked to Steph while glancing every few minutes over to the two guys, which seemed to get along. Maybe it was really working. She sighed and took a sip of her cosmopolitan.

At the end of the night, she was beyond being tipsy. But she wasn't alone. The party was in full swing as she walked over to Logan.

"Hey there stranger. I haven't seen you all night." She kissed his cheek and he took her hand. Tristan was over at the bar, hitting on some blonde chick. "Maybe he will get laid tonight, after all", Rory thought grinning.

"Hey. You were right. Tristan isn't so bad after all. I could get along with him." Rory smiled widely at him, hugging him tightly to her body. Her plan had worked.

Finn's birthday was this weekend and Logan and Rory agreed that they would go with other dates, not with each other. Of course, it was Logan's idea. He asked a girl named Caroline without even considering that Rory maybe wanted to go with him. At first, she was furious. But that was their agreement, no strings. So she planned on going on her own with Stephanie. One day before the party, Michael, one of Logan's friends, came up to her in the dining hall.

"Hey Rory. How are you?"

"Fine, Michael. How are you?"

"Good good. You don't happen to go Finn's party tomorrow?"

"Actually, I planned to go, why?"

"Well, I thought, since Logan goes with Caroline...Maybe you want to go with me?" He smiled shyly at her. Rory didn't really like him, but it was kinda sweet how he asked her out.

"Sure, Michael. I'll go with you." She returned his smile.

"Cool. Well, I'm going to pick you up tomorrow around 8ish. Does that sound good?"

"Yeah, sounds fine. See ya tomorrow." Michael smiled one last time at her, walking back to his table. Rory picked her fork back up and continued eating.

Around 8:30, Rory entered the party with Michael. They went straight to the bar, almost tumbling over Finn who was on his knees next to a barstool. Michael caught her hand before she could fall and stabled her with the other hand on her back.

"Whoa! FINN, what are you doing down there?"

"Kitten, you look ravishing." Finn got back up and hugged Rory. " Just for me? That wasn't necessary, I always think you're stunning. With red hair even better." He didn't explain what he was doing on his knees, but that was typical for Finn. Compliments before explanations. Rory just shook her head. "That's never going to happen and you know it. Happy Birthday, by the way."

"Thank you, darling. You gotta let a guy dream." He kissed her cheek and walked away, searching for the next redhead. Rory turned back to Michael, who returned with drinks in his hand.

"Here ya go." He handed one over and she took a sip.

"Thank you." They talked a little, nothing to important and Rory really had a good time. Michael was a funny guy and not at all what she expected. She didn't notice Logan's stares. He was staring at them since the minute they walked in. Caroline clung to him, but he didn't pay attention. As he saw that Michael was touching her, he almost stormed over. Who was this guy to think he could go out with Rory? He wasn't good enough for her, why didn't she see that. Logan downed one drink after another, glancing over to them. Rory was smiling and laughing, why did you do that? Was she trying to torture him? As Michael left Rory at the table, he quickly walked over to her, leaving Caroline behind, pouting.

"Hey Ace. Having fun?" He came to stand in front of her, swaying a little. She was confused, blinking at him. He was drunk, that she was sure of.

"Hey. Yeah, I am. You seem to have fun, too. How much did you drink already?"

"Not much. And it's a party. I can do whatever I want to do." She raised her eyebrow at him. "I didn't say you couldn't. I was just surprised to see you like that. The party has just been going on for an hour or so."

"Yeah whatever. That means, the night is still young. Why don't we go to your dorm." He took her hand and began pulling her with him.

"Logan, stop. What are you doing? I'm on a date, I can't just go."

"Oh common, just come with me." He pulled at her hand again, but she resisted.

"Logan, don't act stupid. We agreed to go with other dates. It was your idea." Logan never let go of her hand.

"Well, it was a stupid idea. I don't like it." Rory quirked her eyebrow at him. " What do you mean?"

"I don't want to see you with Michael." Logan once again tried to pull her with him and she obliged. As they went out of the door, she stopped him again.

"Logan, stop now. Why don't you wanna see me with Michael? He's a nice guy and YOUR friend?" Logan finally let go of her hand, just to walk the hallway up and down. Rory stood there, not knowing what to think of his behaviour. After 5 minutes, he finally looked up at her.

"Fine. I don't want to see you with any other guy. I want you to with me, only me. That's it. There, I said it." Logan looked away again and so he couldn't see the wide smile that spread on Rory's face. She walked over to him, crushing her lips to his. First, he didn't respond, but as he felt her nibbling at his lips, he let her in. He put his arms around her, holding her tightly and began to kiss her with all he had. The party was forgotten, he just wanted her alone. NOW! He kissed her lips one last time, moving to her neck. He lightly sucked on it, making her moan. He made his was to her ear, whispering softly: " How about we go now?" She just 'mmhed', not opening her eyes as he carried on kissing her ear, making her crazy.

Rory woke up on a hard chest instead of a pillow. She looked up and saw Logan's sleeping face. Who knew that such a bad player could look like an angel while sleeping? He didn't leave, he really wants to be in a relationship with me, Rory thought smiling to herself. She began kissing his bare chest, making her way up. As she reached his lips, she felt him waking up, returning her kiss. As she pulled away, he opened his eyes and smiled.

"Good morning, Ace. Nice way of waking up. I really don't know why I didn't realize this earlier."

"Don't know either." She said smiling. He pulled himself up to rest his back on the wall and pulled his Ace to him, resting his hands on the small of her back.

"What's up with me? I get all cheesy and I really like it."

"Some people would say you're in love." Rory said, never stopping to smile. He returned her smile and tucked a loosy strand of hair behind her ear. Then he ran his finger featherlight over her cheek, making her shiver under his touch. He stared so intently in her eyes, she got goosebumps on her arms.

"I would say so, too.", he said just above a whisper and his warm breath brushed over her face. She erased the space between their lips and kissed him, pushing herself more into him, making him groan. He caressed her warm skin, stroking lightly over her bare back. She smiled into the kiss and parted her lips to allow his tongue in. The kiss was full of need but also so soft, she never expected that from a playboy like Logan. He flipped her over, so he was on top of her, kissing her harder. She returned it, scratching her fingernails lightly over his back and back to his hair. He reached for the condom on the nightstand, never leaving her lips.

It had been almost three months since that day. Almost three months of happiness like the most people would say while they were watching this cute couple. Logan was the perfect boyfriend, always there for Rory and he always turned his full attention to her. If she was in a room with him, nobody was there except her. Every girl was jealous of Rory and in return almost every guy was jealous of Logan. He had this wonderful, beautiful, smart girl by his side and she had the playboy tied up to her's. Everything seemed to be perfect…but it wasn't. Rory wasn't happy. She felt hollow inside. She didn't know why, Logan really loved her and she loved him. But something was missing and she couldn't figure out what. Rory's bright blue eyes normally led directly to her soul, but now they were clouded. The clouds blocked the way to her soul, but nobody really paid attention to this fact. Except the one's she loved and who loved her in return. Her mother saw the clouds and was worried, but Rory didn't wanna talk about it. Her friends missed her real laugh and Logan could see it, too. He wasn't a fool, he knew that something was wrong. He always loved Rory's eyes. But now, when he gazed really intently in her eyes, he could see nothing…simply nothing. And it broke his heart. He loved her, he really did and he didn't wanna lose her. So, he just shut his mouth close and lived as nothing was wrong. But it hurt everyday a little more to see the clouds in her eyes. His Ace wasn't happy and so he wasn't either. They just pretended to be the happy sunshine couple and just the people who really cared about them knew that it was a mask that covered their real feelings. But what should they do? They tried to talk to them, but they didn't listen. Rory and Logan didn't want to listen.

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