"You know I love the type

You look like you've been up all night

And yet somehow still look beautiful

You do it all at the same time

Whenever you walk by

You always look me in the eyes

And in that moment I know

The same thing's on your mind

Come and talk to me

What are you waiting for?

'Cuz I can see you passing every day and I'm always wanting more

Come and talk to me

What are you gonna do?

'Cuz I can't seem to get the nerve to get off my own ass

And come and talk to you."

-Talk to Me by Keri Noble

Chapter 2:

Rory Gilmore liked to be in the know. She enjoyed living a balanced life, in which she knew all angles and there was no one there to rock the boat. As a side effect of such balance and calm, it could be said that she was sheltered and naïve. And to a degree, she was. But she wasn't naïve as everyone thought. She (like most college students) had done things she wasn't proud of.

Unfortunately for those trying to prove her worldliness, those incidents were few and far between. This is partly due to her enjoyment of balance, as well as her generally introverted and restrained behavior.

Since she was a studious, quiet, and straight-laced person, she didn't take a whole hell of a lot of risks.

That was until she met Logan Huntzberger.

Logan was a boat rocker. He disturbed her tranquil life and brought out the argumentative and bold part of her that she hadn't known existed. By putting ripples in the pond that was her life, he had caused her step out of her shell and realize what it was like on the other side. However, in the process of showing her what she had been missing, he managed to infuriate her.

That was what made her loathe him. Or so she thought.

Life had been so simple before Logan. Well, not exactly simple, but at least a heck of a lot less strenuous. And even when he first entered her life, he hadn't been so bad. In many aspects he had been a breathe of fresh air. As much as she hadn't liked the way he managed to get under her skin, she had to admit that she did enjoy being around him, at least part of the time. Things had been nice between the two of them and it looked as though they had had the chance of being friends, and then the "incident" had happened and many things had changed.

When she had been embarrassed like that in front of one of her favorite professors, her classmates, and Anna, who she was supposed to be showing actual college life, she had felt emotions that she had never felt in such a magnitude before. Like burning embarrassment, seething anger, and bizarrely enough, oddlyflattered. The last one led to her being irritated at herself for getting some enjoyment from that fiasco.

After yelling at Logan, and getting her grandfather to nearly give Logan a heart attack, by shoving what she assumed was his worst fear in his face in front of Colin and Finn, she was left to ponder what Marty had said when they were looking for Anna.

And for the record, she wasn't enjoying the thoughts that Marty had provoked.

What Marty had said was troubling, and Rory was looking for any excuse to dismiss what he had said as false. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized he might actually be right. And that was troubling her more than anything else.

She didn't know what might've caused Logan to take interest in her. To like her. To want to impress her. And to want to impressher in the distinctly childish way he seemed to anything. She wanted to knowwhat madeher special in his eyes. She was just a quiet girl who was the exact opposite of every thing Logan seemed to like in a girl, and who had argued with him that day in the hall outside of her room.

And what was it about Logan that caused her to react the way she did? He was arrogant and snobbish, but she could tell that there was something about him that she found distinctly charming. And that itselfwas alarming. She didn't want to be in any way, shape, or form attracted to this, to quote herself, "buttfaced miscreant".

Dammit Marty! Why did he have say anything? Why couldn't he have just let her be bitter and angry and ranting? Why did he have to point out what must've been quite apparent to everyone else? If he had never done that, she could've gone on living her life in complete denial.

But denial of what? She asked herself. She couldn't possible like Logan. Sure, he was cute, and had saved her from a horribly dull guy at her grandparents' party, and comforted her after her break up with Dean, but that still didn't make him all right. Right? Maybe there was more to Logan than met the eye. And maybe what was under the surface was worth getting know. Maybe she was slightly attracted to Logan Huntzberger, and maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.

But whatever it was, and whatever she was, it could wait until tomorrow. Then she would sort the whole thing out. She would talk to Marty, because he had seemed kind of upset after their last encounter, and then maybe talk to Logan. But she would only talk to Logan if she had finished her next article and gotten some studying in. That's right, make priorities, she thought. She knew that it was best if Logan was not that far up on her list.

As she got out of her car, Rory was quite proud of herself. She had mentally sorted out a lot of things that had been puzzling her. Now, she was ready to just fall into bed and sleep away the still troubling issues of what to about Marty and Logan. But at least she had figured out a plan of attack, and that satisfied her for now.

When she reached the door of dorm, she opened the door cautiously, flicked on the lights, and listened hard for any noises that might produce unwanted images in her head. Upon hearing none, Rory walked into the common room and dropped her keys on the coffee table and picked up a note that lay there.

"Gilmore, I've gone out so don't expect me home tonight. I am following Terrence's advice and getting out there. Perhaps you should too. I'll see you later. Paris" The note read.

After reading the note, Rory shivered slightly in disgust at the mental image that had just sprung into her head. She remembered what she and Anna had seen not too long ago. It had been something that she could've lived and died completely satisfied with her lifewithout ever seeing. Tonight, she was grateful that Paris and Doyle had decided to take it elsewhere. She was very grateful.

Rory left the note on the table, walked into her room, left her phone on the bedside table (just in case her mother called when she was still asleep), checked to see what homework she had to do tomorrow, and got ready for bed. It had been a very long day.

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A/N: So kiddies, that was chapter 2. Aren't you proud that I got it up relatively fast (if you ever read any of my other fics, you know that 5 days is very good for me). I know that both this chapter and last chapter are little boring with minimal interaction, but I assure you that it will not be that way next chapter. This was just to set the scene and let us know exactly where Logan and Rory are. I'd like to thank my reviewers (janesparrow, fairieangel, Lovelock79, Daisy Deertree, bklyangel, and The Grynne (esp. you who was a) my first review & b) who gave me perhaps one the best compliments I have ever gotten.)). If you want to know exactly when I'll be updating next, check out my profile, because I have set a deadline for myself (if I break said deadline feel free to harass me!). Thanks for reading, please review, & I will see you in chapter 3!