Epithet of a Heart
Chapter 6
As Rory left, Finn watched Logan's eyes follow her movements. This was not good. Logan looking at Rory like she'd just stolen his favorite Porsche was definitely not a good sign for Finn. But at this moment, he didn't care. He couldn't bring himself to care. Rory Gilmore had just kissed him in front of his friends. After that, who would care?
Colin's voice snapped him out of his reverie. "What was that?"
"That," Finn drawled, startled to find Logan glaring at him like there was no tomorrow, "was a girl, mate."
Colin rolled his eyes. "Obviously. That wasn't what I was getting at."
"Oh, you meant her actions back there? That was called a kiss. Although I must admit that I'm surprised you don't recognize that when you see it." Finn grinned lazily, actually enjoying watching Logan turn red.
Colin, on the other hand, was simply amused. "You are impossible," he told Finn, resigned to the fact that Finn wasn't going to kiss and tell, so to speak.
"Thank you." Finn squared his shoulders and began walking in the direction that the other two had emerged from.
His escape, however, was not to be. "Finn." Logan had finally found his voice.
At the sound of his friends voice, Finn turned around, eyebrows raised, waiting. Logan continued. "Did you forget the rule?"
"Rule?" Finn looked confused.
"Don't date each other's exes." Logan's tone was meant to be menacing, but it didn't really come out that way.
Finn rolled his eyes. "Mate, from what she told me, she isn't an ex."
"What?" Logan began gesturing frantically.
"You never gave her strings," said Finn simply as he turned to go.
"Since when has that ever been a criterion for determining who is an ex?" Logan's sentence barely made sense, but Finn knew what he was getting at.
"Since now." Finn's tone left no room for argument. Hearing no objections, he started for the dorm again.
Colin smirked. "That was interesting."
Logan was tempted to tell him to 'fuck off' but bit his tongue.
Colin continued. "So, what was your problem? Still have a thing for the reporter?"
Logan shrugged. "Not really." Truth be told, Logan wasn't particularly bothered by this turn of events. What bothered him the most was how easy it was for Rory to turn him down and make him own up to his own bullshit. He knew he couldn't commit, but having his face rubbed in the fact wasn't his favorite either.
"Alright," said Colin, dragging the word out, obviously not willing to buy a word Logan said. "Whatever you say."
"Damn right," smirked Logan. "Whatever I say."
Rory was frantically studying for a test that she had mistakenly forgotten to make note of when Finn showed up. He put his hands over her eyes and, ignoring her shriek of dismay, whispered huskily in her ear, "Guess who?"
"Finn!"
"You better quiet down. This is a library, you know," Finn chastised her softly.
Her attempts to dislodge his hands turned frantic when his thumbs began to gently stroke her earlobes. "Finn, I'm studying!"
Finn's hands paused. "Hmm…is that what this is?"
With an overly dramatic sigh, Rory grabbed Finn's hands by the wrist and brought them down from her eyes. She craned her neck slightly to look at him. She blushed as she realized how close they actually where. "Hi."
"Hi, love." The moment between them stretched forever. Just before it threatened to become an awkward silence, Finn plopped down in the seat next to her. His eyes took in the mountains of notes assembled on the table before them and he lifted his eyebrow quizzically. "So, what is all of this?"
Rory stifled a giggle and tried to look stern. "This," she said, motioning between herself and her notes, "is me studying." She saw Finn open his mouth to retort. "-Trying to study."
Finn smirked. "Okay, I got that, love, but what are you studying?"
"Calc."
Finn rolled his eyes. "Well, I was going to offer to help you study, but I never did get the hang of calculus." He paused, his eyes twinkling. "I always thought that math should be more numbers than letters. I never really caught on after that change happened."
Rory smirked. "Finn, didn't that happen in like the 9th grade?"
Finn just shrugged.
Rory laughed for a minute at his nonchalant attitude. "So, to what do I owe this blessed interruption?"
Finn looked hurt. "Since when do I need a reason to visit a beautiful lady?"
"Since you decided to interrupt my precious studying. This is a very important test coming up and I really need to pass this class."
Finn waved off her objections. "Calc, schmalc. Who ever really needs it?"
"People who plan on graduating," she countered quickly.
"Ooh, you're one of those?" Rory rolled her eyes, but said nothing. Finn caved. "Okay, I came looking for you to tell you that I had a really good time last night."
"The feeling is mutual," Rory said off-handedly, as if they weren't discussing anything more pressing than next weeks weather.
Finn shifted slightly, feeling suddenly anxious. "And I was wondering if you would like to do it again sometime?"
Rory glanced up, taken aback. Suddenly, she started to laugh. Catching Finn's confused and definitely hurt look, she tried to keep her laughter contained enough to give him a coherent answer. "Sorry, it's just that, well, I thought that was, well, understood." As Finn continued to gape at her, Rory decided to elaborate. "You don't usually see me engaging in PDA's with random guys, do you?"
Having recovered from his initial shock and temporary paralysis, Finn opened his mouth with a witty retort ready on the edge of his tongue.
Rory caught the gleam in his eyes and cut him off. "Don't answer that."
Finn smirked, knowing she got where he was headed. "Wouldn't dream of it, love."
Rory glared at him and turned back to her notes. Having got what he wanted, Finn got as comfortable as he could in the straight-backed library chair and began to watch her work. After a while, he got up and pushed his chair in. As he turned to go, she looked up. "I might have to give this studying thing a try, love. Watching you is starting to turn me on."
AN: I know, I know. I'm sorry. I just have been diagnosed with this terrible disease called 'Writer-is Block-ius' with a little side of 'Procrastination-ium.' The specialist has kindly assured me that it will go away given time, patience and maybe some kind reviews. Okay, you got me, all I have is a stupid eye infection. Anyway, I'm sorry, I'm getting stuck. Any ideas would be greatly appreciated.
Rebecca
