Chapter Two-Jealousy, Mistakes, and Kind-of-Confessions

Do you know I cry?

Do you know I die?

Do you know I cry?

And it's not the good kind—The Wreckers

Rory slowly pulled away, and looked down, a bit nervous. Logan placed his hand under her chin, and made her eyes meet his.

"Hey…" he started, only to be interrupted by his ringing cell phone. Without breaking eye contact, and without checking caller ID, he answered.

"Hello?" Rory could indistinctively hear a girl's voice on the other end. A strange feeling developed in the pit of her stomach. Was it jealousy? Surely not. This was not that sort of relationship. Strictly a "friends-with-benefits-no-strings-attached-having-fun" relationship.

"Hey, Melissa. Look, now's not a good time. No, um, no. I'm busy. No, don't call me. Yeah. Bye." Sure enough, Rory felt the cold pains of jealousy wash over her, and immediately felt the need to run.

"Sorry about that-"

"I have to go," Rory interrupted, getting off the couch, and heading for the door.

Confused, Logan got up and went after her. He caught up to her just outside his door. He grabbed her arm, and turned her around to face him.

"Ace, what's wro-"

"This was a mistake."

"What-I'm sorry if you had other things to do, you should have said something."

"No, Logan. This," she said waving her hand between them.

"I can't do this."

"Do what, Ace? What can't you do? Be with me?"

"I'm not with you, Logan! We're just 'hanging out,' remember? And, I thought I wanted that. I did. Really, I did. You know, college experimentation, I hear it's all the rage. But you, you 'hang out' with a lot of people. It's what you do. You're Logan 'Let's-hang-out' Huntzberger. But I'm Rory. The Good Girl. I don't 'hang out.' I commit. It's bad. Very bad. But that's me. Rory 'Lets-pick-out-curtains-together Gilmore…"

Logan watched in amusement as Rory continued to ramble. A smile spread across his handsome features, causing Rory to take a breath and stop.

"What? What in the world is so funny! I'm serious! Everything I said is true! I-"

"Rory-"

"You called me Rory again…You've only called me Rory once before. You called me-why? Why did you-"

Logan knew she wasn't going to stop any time soon. He stepped forward and silenced her with a kiss. Rory stepped back.

"I enjoy spending time with you, Ace. But what you want-"

Tears began to build up in Rory's eyes.

"I have to go."

She began to step backwards, and Logan started after her.

"No, I have to go. I can't do it anymore," she said, the tears finally spilling over.

She turned and ran back to her dorm, Logan standing motionless out side his room.

He had made her cry. It hurt him to know he had caused her pain. She had just kind-of confessed she wanted more with him and he did nothing. All he did was try and justify their 'hanging out.'

He was so angry with himself. He wanted nothing more than to go after her and hold her, but he was scared. Scared he wasn't good enough…that he couldn't make her happy. That he would hurt her.

His worst fears became a reality as he stared down the hall at where she once stood.