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Chapter 3: Marty's Discovery
My alarm clock is buzzing. I try to drown it out by putting a pillow over my head, but it refuses to be ignored. I blindly reach over to hit the snooze button, but I end up knocking it off the bedside table, along with my lamp. As the light bulb ruptures into a thousand pieces, I cringe and swear under my breath. The alarm clock is still going off on the floor and I am stumbling around, half asleep, trying to find the darn thing. My mouth is incredibly dry, my head feels like it weighs twenty pounds, and every single noise in the room sounds ten decibels louder than it usually does. I step on a piece of the shattered light bulb, let out a few more swear words, and grab my foot as I jump around. Then I trip backwards over the alarm clock, and it shuts off.
"Oh man, I'm never gonna drink that much ever again," I say aloud as I wipe away the sleep from my eyes. I run a hand through my tangled curls before I finally get up off the floor and head for the bathroom. I rinse the bitter taste of alcohol from my mouth, and then I take a look at myself in the mirror. "I look horrible." There are dark circles around my eyes and a scruffy beard occupies my face. "How did this happen?" I ponder, but then it all comes back to me. "Rory…"
I get cleaned up and go back to my room. I come to the conclusion that I can't stay mad at Rory for something that she doesn't even know about. "It's my own fault for not telling her." One of these days, I'll get it out. I'll tell her how I feel. I'll get her to hear me. But for now, I'm just going to get her some coffee and hope that she'll be able to come down to breakfast with me.
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I approach the door to Rory's dorm room, holding three cups of coffee (one for me and two for Rory), and I take a deep breath. I hope that Rory isn't put off by the way I acted last night. She probably didn't even notice… she never notices anything that I do. She's always so oblivious! I can feel myself getting angry again, but then I remember that that is part of her charm. It's part of the reason why I care for her as much as I do. I smile, lightly knock a couple of times, and open the door.
And there he is, sleeping on Rory's couch, with Rory watching over him. She turns around when she becomes aware that I'm in the room and gives me a smile. "Hi, Marty," she says cheerfully.
I look at her, then I look down at Logan's sleeping form, and I put the coffee down on a nearby table, turn around, and quickly walk out the door. I can hear her calling out my name, but I don't turn back. I don't want her to see how vulnerable she makes me. I don't want her to see how much it hurts to see her with Logan... or any guy that isn't me.