So I should be studying for my last college finals, but meh, I would rather update my story for all of you, my faithful readers. Because I am such a nice person, you should repay this favor by…REVIEWING! Athank you
Chapter 3
Where do we go from here?
"PARIS!" Rory shouted as soon as she stepped through the door. "ARE YOU HERE?" She yelled again, hoping to speak to her as soon as possible. There was so much she had to say to her, and she did not know where to begin, but wanted to get it out as soon as she could.
"What Gilmore?" Paris said, stepping out of her room, looking rather disheveled. "You interrupted me and Doyle, this better be good."
"I will just talk to you later I guess. Go back to Doyle." Rory said, not wanting to think about what she had interrupted.
"Well it is too late now; come sit, tell me what is going on." Paris said, pulling her robe tighter around her and sitting on the couch.
Rory took a deep breath and began retelling the day's events to Paris. Once Paris accepted the fact that Tristan was going to be hanging around, she finally let sink in the fact that not only had Logan lied to her, but he had done a poor job at it.
"I can't believe that Logan would do something like that!" Paris said, jumping up in anger. "I thought he really liked you. You two got along so well, I thought you would be the first to get him to settle down."
"Well, as much as I don't want to say it…I should have listened to my mom. She told me that you can't change people like him. It was not in me to do the casual relationship, and it is not in him to commit. Because of that it would never work. It is my own fault for forcing him into something he did not want to do." Rory grumbled.
"Rory, don't say that. It is not your fault. You did not force him into committing, and you did not force him into leaving either. This is in no way your fault. You told him you wanted to be friends, and he suggested commitment, he is an ass for hurting you in this way and he is an even bigger ass for not being able to confront you about it. Instead he writes you a horrible letter that is not even true and hopes that you are not around to see its repercussions. I think you should go to his party and kick his ass back to China Town." Paris said in a huff.
Rory could not help but laugh at her last statement. "You know, I want to be the bigger person in all of this. I want to go to the party and play it cool and not even let him know that he hurt me, but then another part of me does want to kick his ass. I just don't know which part of me is going to win. I want to see him to make him hurt too. I want to rip his heart out and stomp on it like he did to me, but more importantly; I want him to know that I know and that he will not get away with treating me like this. You do not mess with a Gilmore!" Rory said, standing up and heading to her room.
Rory sat on her bed trying to come up with a plan of attack. She had to do something big. She wanted him to hurt, she wanted him to be the one crying, and she wanted him to mourn the loss of their relationship while she moved on to other people.
There was a knock on her door and she looked up in time to see Doyle poke his head in. "Hey Rory, can I talk to you for a bit?" He asked her sincerely.
"Um yeah, I guess Doyle, come in." She said unsurely.
"So Paris told me about what Logan did. And she told me that you want to get back at him…and I thought that maybe we could work together to formulate a plan. I was thinking I could abuse my power and get something printed about him in the paper." He said, wide eyed.
Rory laughed. "Thanks Doyle, but I know Paris put you up to this, and I don't think I really want to stone him in public like that. I mean I want to get him back, but I don't want to get him back in print."
"WHAT?" Paris said, storming into the conversation, obviously listening through the door. "Why would you not want to do that to him? He hurt you Rory; you can do so much damage to his reputation with the help of Doyle."
"I think I can do just as much damage to his reputation without the help of Doyle." Rory said, leaning in to discuss her plan with her two friends.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOO
"I can't believe the first week of school is over. Is it just me, or did this week fly by?" Tristan asked Rory as they stood up from another interesting class session.
"Not really, I think this has been one of the longest weeks of my life." Rory admitted.
"Are you sure you still want to go tomorrow?" Tristan asked, knowing the source of her concern.
"Yes, I really want to confront him, and I really need a friend there to help me get over it." Rory said with a small smile.
"And you are sure you want me to be that friend?" Tristan asked once again.
"Yes Tristan! I told you that our past is our past. I want to be friends with you, but you are making it hard always second guessing me!"
"I just wanted to make sure…I mean, we have quite a history, and you are willing to just forgive and forget. It seems almost too good to be true."
"Oh come on now Tristan, I am not that much of a find. You act as though I am as good as they get." Rory said, pushing him without much force.
A million thoughts ran through Tristan's mind, but he remained silent to those. "Okay, maybe I feed your ego too much." He said instead, knowing that she was not ready to hear the truth and he was not ready to tell her. He wanted to tell her everything…from loving her in high school, to talking to Earl and seeing her name on the class list and asking him to do him a huge favor by adding his name to the roster…but he knew that it was too soon to say all of this…too soon to be open with his feelings…too soon to reveal the real reason he had chosen Harvard…
Tristan walked Rory back to her apartment, something that had become a tradition for them over the past week. "Okay, well I will pick you up tomorrow around 10." He said, turning away.
"Hey Tristan?" Rory asked, forcing him to turn back to her.
"Yeah?" He said, his blue eyes meeting the blue in hers.
"Do you maybe want to go out to dinner before the party? I know I will be ready to go around 6 and I will just be sitting there waiting for you for the next 4 hours dreading the party, at least this will give me something fun to look forward to."
"Oh, umm, yeah sure we could go out." He said, feeling his stomach flip at the offer.
"So 6 then?" Rory asked.
"Yeah, 6." Tristan said, a smile dancing on his handsome features.
OOOOOOOO
"Please don't tell me you are going to wear that?" Paris asked, sneaking a peak through Rory's door.
"What is wrong with this dress?" Rory asked angrily.
"Well for one, it looks like it is from the 90s AND it looks too good girly. You are going out with Tristan Dugrey to make Logan mad, you can't wear that."
"I am NOT going out with Tristan to make Logan mad." Rory said defensively.
"Sure you are not, and I am not abrasive." Paris said, flinging open Rory's closet to reveal her stash of clothes.
Paris rummaged through the walk in closet for a few minutes before settling on her selection.
"Okay, this is what we are going to do. You are going to wear this skirt" she said, holding up a tiny black mini skirt that Rory forgot to return to her mother. "With this shirt" Paris continued, holding up a flame red tube top. "And I want you to wear your black knee-high boots with your black fishnets."
Rory could not help but laugh at the choice of outfit. "What is so funny about that Gilmore?" Paris shouted at Rory, obviously annoyed at her laughter.
"Well, I could wear that, if this was a Halloween party and I wanted to dress like a hooker. There is no way I am going to wear that outfit Paris, look at it!" Rory laughed again, tears streaming down her eyes.
"Fine, I will pick something else out, it is not like you don't have a million outfits in here." Paris said, going back into her closet. After another minute or two, she came back out, this time holding only one hanger. "Okay, I think you will like this one." She said pulling out the dress she had selected. The tags still hung from the red silk, indicating its newness. Rory had almost forgotten about that dress…almost. She had stuck it in the back of her closet to forget about it and what it meant. The dress was beautiful; she had picked it out a few weeks back to wear out with Logan after they both finished their finals. They had planned on going out to eat, and then he was going to get them a hotel in New York for the night. The dress was more revealing than she would normally choose, but with Logan, she felt like she could better pull off this look.
"I don't know if I should wear that." Rory said honestly.
"Why not? Look at it, it is gorgeous. It is silk! Look at the cut, and the length. It screams sex. It will make Logan drool, and it will remind him that he is a dumb-ass for calling it quits with you." Paris argued.
"Yes, but that dress was for a special occasion…that won't be happening now." Rory said, hoping that Paris would get the idea.
"So what if you bought it for Logan? That is all the better. Why not wear it for him and make him crazy with jealousy and anger? It is perfect Rory. You can wear this with a pair of black heels and you will be the belle of the ball."
Not wanting to argue with Paris, Rory sighed and took the dress from her hands. She ripped the tags off and stepped into her closet to change. Rory emerged from the closet dressed in the silk dress to have Paris greet her wide eyed.
"What?" Rory demanded after seeing Paris' expression.
"It's just…wow. You look good Gilmore." Paris said, closing the closet door so Rory could admire her reflection in her mirror.
Rory glanced at the dress, feeling a familiar sinking sensation settle in her stomach. She knew that the dress would look good, that is why she got it in the first place, but something about wearing this dress to a party to get back at Logan just felt wrong.
"Okay, now let me do something with this hair of yours." Paris said, expertly knotting her hair into an elegant twist.
"Where did you learn how to do that?" Rory asked, in shock.
"20 plus years of attending Geller functions has taught me how to do my hair in a manner that shocks the parents." Paris said as she teased up Rory's hair into a fun, sexy style. "I think you should go for smoldering eyes. The darker the better." Paris said, sifting through Rory's makeup looking for her black eye shadow. With the ease of a professional Paris applied Rory's shadow, eyeliner and fake lashes, making Rory look older and sexier.
"Okay, let me put some blush on you and you should be ready. What time is Tristan coming?" Paris asked.
"He will be here any minute" Rory said glancing at her alarm clock noting the time.
As if on cue, the buzzer went off indicating Tristan's arrival.
"Hey Marty, can you get that?" Rory yelled out from under Paris' care.
"Hey is Rory ready?" They heard Tristan ask Marty.
"Rory, Tristan is here, are you ready?"
Rory emerged from her room followed by Paris to see Tristan waiting for Rory with a bouquet of roses.
"Hi Rory, you look…wow." Tristan said, going up to Rory to give her a hug.
Rory caught the exchanged looks between Paris and Marty as they stepped apart.
"I…umm…didn't know exactly what this was, but I thought I would get you flowers anyway." Tristan said, shifting uncomfortably.
"They are beautiful, thank you. No guy has ever really brought me flowers before, this is really sweet." Rory said blushing.
"Will you guys get out of here already?" Paris said ushering them out of the room. "Give me those Rory; I will put them in a vase in your room." Paris said taking the flowers out of her hands.
"Thanks guys. I will see you later." Rory said, walking out of the apartment.
"Don't give me that look Marty, they are just friends." Paris said.
"If that's the case, what is with the roses?" He asked her.
"Rory just got dumped by one of the biggest names on campus, only to find out that he lied to her and he is in town throwing a party that she was not to know about. I think he did it as a means to take her mind off of the horridness of the situation. Now be nice, Tristan is a good friend of mine, we have known each other for years." Paris said, as she extracted a vase and put the beautiful flowers on Rory's bedside table.
OOOOOOO
Rory sat uncomfortably at the table looking down at her half-eaten burger. She and Tristan sat in awkward silence most of the evening, not knowing what to say or how to say it.
"I just…
"Are you…
"You go first." Tristan said to Rory as they both started talking at the same time.
"Okay, um, I just wanted to thank you for doing this for me." Rory said to Tristan. "It really means a lot to me that you would sacrifice your Saturday to help me out."
"It is not a sacrifice Rory. I want to hang out with you." Tristan said with a smile. "This may not be the most ideal of situations, but if you need me to be here, then I will be."
"Just don't let me do anything stupid tonight okay?" Rory asked with pleading eyes.
"Rory, could you ever do anything stupid?" Tristan asked smiling.
"You would be surprised. Logan seems to bring out that side of me. Anyway, just make sure I don't consume too much alcohol, that seems to do the trick right there."
Tristan looked at his watch and noticed the time ticking nearer to the dreaded hour. "So are you ready to do this?" He asked her concerned. "If it is horrible, we can leave right away and do something else."
"Okay, sure. I think that would probably be best. I am sure after I see Logan; I won't really want to stick around for much longer." Rory said, reaching for her purse. "How much do I owe you for dinner?"
"Oh no, it's on me. I am taking you out remember?" Tristan said reaching for his wallet.
"Okay, but if we go out after the party, whatever we do is on me. I just started a new job and have money in tips, so don't worry about it." Rory said, with a smile.
"How is the new job going by the way?"
"Really good. I get to work with my favorite food all day, what can be better than that?"
"Food?" Tristan questioned.
"Well, yeah, pretty much. It is the nectar of my being." Rory smiled as they got out of the booth.
"I think I missed that drama of yours most." Tristan said, as they left the restaurant and walked the two blocks down the road to Maxwell's.
Rory hesitated outside of the door, holding her breath, debating weather or not she wanted to enter.
"You want to do this?" Tristan asked her, noting her look of apprehension.
"I think I have to, I don't really want to." Rory said looking away from him.
"Here." Tristan said, holding out his hand to take hers. "I am not going to leave your side; you have nothing to worry about." Tristan said, his heart flipping as Rory's fingers laced with his.
"Thanks" Rory whispered as he held open the door for her.
The couple walked in and was bombarded with the loud music of the band performing and the insulting smells of tobacco and other illegal drugs wafted toward them.
Rory looked like a deer caught in head-lights as she stood trapped in the busy room. She looked around frantically, debating weather she wanted to see Logan right away or not.
A waitress walked by with a tray of shots. She offered a drink to the pair and Rory accepted eagerly. She whole-heartedly took the shot and replaced it for another. After finishing the second shot, she looked towards Tristan who smiled at her, and steadied her hand.
"It's okay Rory. You can do this." Looking into his deep blue eyes, Rory was able to resist taking a third shot and turned to walk deeper into the bar. In doing so, she walked straight into Robert.
"Rory, hello." He said his voice deep and brooding. "Who is your friend?" He asked, looking at the man who was still holding her hand.
"Robert, this is my friend Tristan, Tristan this is Robert. He is one of Logan's friends."
"Oh right. Nice to meet you Robert." Tristan said, giving him a slight wave with his free hand as Rory dragged him further into the party.
Rory cringed as the familiar faces around her smiled and laughed like nothing was wrong. The deeper she got into the party, the more familiar the faces became. Until she stood, directly in front of a very drunk looking Finn and Colin.
"Rory, you made it." Colin said awkwardly.
"Rory's here? Are you sure? Didn't they break up?" Finn said, turning around to see an angry looking Rory right behind him. "Oh hi there Rory."
Rory could feel her body tense up. She took a deep breath and held it while she tightened her grip on Tristan's hand. The two boys finally took a step to the side, to reveal a very drunk Logan, sitting with a very intoxicated blonde.
Logan looked up from the girl's body to see who his friends were talking to. His blood-shot eyes focused in on Rory. Rory with her own blonde. Someone who he had never seen before. Logan stood up, forgetting about his blonde friend to further investigate the situation before him.
"Ace." Logan said, not knowing how to address this circumstance. "I thought you were going home for the summer?"
"Yeah, and I thought you were going to Europe. It looks like both of our plans changed." She said eyeing up the blonde.
"About that…I umm, well. I hope you don't hate me. I tried so hard to change for you; it's just that I am not the kind of guy who can do commitment. I am sorry if I hurt you, but I wanted to end it sooner rather than later when we became even more attached." Logan said, again, letting his eyes focus in on Tristan. "Hey man." He said, finally acknowledging Rory's date.
"Hi" Tristan said, not knowing what to say in this awkward situation. He could feel Rory's nails embed themselves into his hand, but he was too afraid to let her go, so he dealt with the pain.
"So who is this guy?" Logan said, speaking to Rory as if Tristan was not standing beside her.
"This is Tristan. Tristan, this is Logan, I work on the paper with him." Rory said, not giving him the satisfaction of calling him her ex.
"Oh, is that how you are going to play it?" Logan asked her bitterly.
"I am not playing it anyway, you work on the paper with me, and that is the extent of our relationship." Rory said, turning on her heel and walking away. After retreating a few feet she felt Logan grab her arm and spin her around.
"You did not have to come here and flaunt the fact that you are over me. I am glad that you found someone else, and I hope you two are very happy. I hope that he is able to be someone that I won't ever be to you, and I hope that he does not take you for granted like I did." Logan said to Rory, his eyes filled with sadness.
"I am not flaunting anything. I wanted to come here to show you that I know what you are up to and I see through you. You are not the cool and collected guy that you try to be, and I want you to know that I know your lies and I am done with you. Forever. Have a great summer, and good luck with the rest of your life."
Rory spun around again, heading towards the door. "Come on Tristan, let's go."
Right-o, well that marks the end of Logan in this story. At least his actual appearance. I am sure he will be talked about in depth from this point forward. Anyway, I am making this stuff up as I go along, so let me know if you like it or not.
