A/N oh I have the best readers EVER!! Thank you so so much for reading my story! Oh and in case anyone was wondering why a ring was in a bracelet box it was because I didn't want Rory to think what it was before she opened it.

Disclaimer: Only in my dreams do I own Logan....or any of the other characters.

Chapter 3: First Day of Classes

Rory didn't listen to anything the professor said for the entire two hours of class. She kept trying to get Logan's attention, but he stubbornly refused to look at her. The odd thing was that Rory didn't feel like she was being ignored. In fact, Logan wasn't ignoring her, he was simply paying attention.

"Dr. Trumpener, I'm terribly sorry to interrupt. Please forgive me ma'am, but Logan Huntzberger's mother is here. It appears that there is an emergency," Rory turned around and saw Colin standing in the doorway. He was wearing glasses and a cardigan sweater. His hair was parted and combed to the side. Rory thought that something must be going on.

"Think nothing of it. Mr Huntzberger? I hope to see you in class on Wednesday." Logan, managing to look solemn, packed up his things and followed his friend out of class, leaving Rory still quite confused.

Class ended ten minutes later. Before putting her things away, Rory looked at her schedule. Seeing that she had an hour before her next class, she decided that she would go get something to eat in the cafeteria. Not too much because she didn't have enough time, but just enough until she could have a real meal. Gilmores like to eat.

"Hey Rory," Marty walked up to her as she left the academic hall. "Where are you headed?"

"Oh to get something to eat. I have a little time before my next class."

"Oh," he looked so dejected even Rory noticed. "Well then I hope to see you later. I better go. I don't want to be late." Rory saw his crestfallen demeanor but didn't understand it. Shrugging, she continued on her way.

She hadn't walked too far before she was accosted again. "I'm sorry, but did you realize your bag was open." She didn't recognize the voice or the face that spoke it.

"Oh no. Thank you...um?"

"Tim, but don't worry about it. Just thought you should know." With that, Tim headed on his way.

She got to the cafeteria with no more problems until she sat down and remembered the ring. Strange that it wasn't in a ring box. 'So this is what Logan had been planning all break. Gosh this is beautiful. But what does he mean by it. I was only kidding. I can't merry Logan! We aren't even dating for crying out loud!' Her thoughts were broken up by what was becoming a now very familiar presence.

"Oh Ace, you saved me a seat. And at my favorite table. If only every man were so lucky to have a woman like you." Once again his ever present smirk was in place.

"I hope your mother is well. You appeared to have to leave class. Was there any reason for it?"

"You heard the boy who came to get me. There was a family emergency. But everything is taken care of now. Thank you for expressing your concern. I will be sure to tell your new mother-in-law how much you care." Rory was thrown off guard and before she could recover Logan had planted a kiss on her cheek and disappeared.

"Damn it. I didn't ask him about the ring." Why did Logan always do that to her?

She got up to get a bowl of cereal, a bagel, two pieces of toast, and a waffle. She wasn't very hungry. Her mind was a little preoccupied with the blond haired enigma.

She managed to get through the rest of her classes without running into whom she was now thinking of as the bane of her existence. On her way to the newspaper room she decided to reevaluate her 'bane'. He had managed to pop in and out of her company four times in the thirty hours that she had been back at Yale. Every time he was casual about it. It was infuriating. She had also gotten three gifts, very expensive and elegant gifts, in the past thirty hours. Were the two connected? She knew two of the three were from Logan, but did he give her the painting as well? He claimed he didn't know anything about it, but Rory knew very well that Logan was a liar. Perhaps he did. But how could she get him to admit it?

She would worry about that later. What she needed to concentrate on now is that ring. Oh the ring! No, she can't think about that. It would make her crazy.

"Gilmore. Do you have your article written up?" Doyle seemed in rare form today.

"Yes Doyle. Even though today is the first day of class, but oh what was I thinking? The only reason I go to Yale is so that I can write for this newspaper. Where are my priorities?"

"Don't get smart with me missy. I just want our coming back issue done today, while the coming back is still new."

"Relax. All I have to do is type it up." So saying she sat down at her desk and got out her article so she could do the aforesaid typing.

She had done half of it when in walked her 'bane'. He didn't so much as spare her a glance and instead addressed the editor. "Doyle, my good man. I sure have missed seeing you, lurking around, trying to please me. It truly is entertaining."

"Glad I can help her Mr. Huntzberger," Doyle cringed, then got back to his own work, trying desperately to ignore Logan. Rory was also trying to ignore him. She had an article to finish, yet she couldn't help but notice that Logan hadn't assumed his normal position of seat back, feet up, and eyes shut. Instead, he was sitting and typing at his computer. For a fleeting second she wondered what he was typing, but she received her answer a second later in the form of an instant message.

"Ace, how has your day been?"

"Um, Logan I need to talk to you, but you are distracting me and I need to finish typing my article, so could you please not talk to me until I am done?"

"Oh so I am distracting now? I think I like that word. Especially in this cercomstance."

"Logan....."

"Come on Ace, all you have to do is ignore me."

Rory had had enough. She really needed to finish the article because she didn't want to have to deal with Doyle if she didn't. There was the problem of Logan though. She told herself that she could do it, as long as it was just on computer. All she had to do was block him. She keep up her work and her message box just kept blinking. It was starting to annoy her so she decided to actually block him.

When Logan saw that he could no longer type to Rory, he smirked, got up and walked over to her desk. He decided that he wanted to watch her squirm so he didn't say anything at first. He just leaned up against her desk and looked down at her. She was doing a very good job of ignoring him, but he could tell that she was frazzled because she was making more typing mistakes than normal, which made his smile even bigger. She was frantically trying to finish and she was close to there and Logan's game would be over. He couldn't have that.

"This is truly an impressive job Ace. Really, I don't know too many girls, or guys for that matter, who can ignore me for this long." Nothing. "Oh, so you want to play hard ball. That is ok with me Rory." This time he got an answering flinch at the sound of her name from his lips. Once again, the smile grew. "Ah, I thought so." He moved a little closer to her. She only typed even faster. She was getting there. 'Time for the kill,' he said to himself. So he leaned into her and whispered into her ear, barely more than a breath really. "You know what this little game tells me Rory," shudder, "that you would be a worthy opponent in bed." He got a full body stiffen at that one. He playfully nipped her ear as Doyle walked by.

"This is not the place for intimacies. This is a news room. I expect better from you Gilmore. You have an article due."

Rory quickly hit a button on her computer. "I just sent it to you, email me if you need me to fix anything." She grabbed up her bag and Logan's arm then went out to the hallway and dragged Logan outside into the adjoining courtyard.

"What the hell Huntzberger? Have you completely taken leave of your senses? I don't hear from you at all during break. Then when I get back I find a painting from you, only for you to give me a book later that day. Then I get to class today and you give me a ring." She lowered her voice for the last word, then got right back into it. "Then you don't let me type up my article by whispering in my ear!"

Through the whole exchange Logan have been patient and his eyes dancing with amusement. "Ace, I have already told you. I didn't give you the painting. I am flattered that you think that I did. Really that means a lot to me. I told you that I gave you the book as a Christmas present. And as for a ring? I figured that your grandfather would have told you. We're betrothed." He turned on his heal and sauntered away.

Rory was upset. He had done it again, but he was already far enough away that she would look stupid to run after him. So she decided that she should just go back to her own room. Maybe do some homework.

She got back to her room and opened her bag to take out her books but she saw the jewelry box with the ring in it. She slowly took it out and paused. Gingerly, she slowly slide the ring onto her left ring finger. She held out her had for a good look at it, and saw a flash. Whipping her head around to her window she saw a boy with a camera run away.