Chapter Four: You Have To Believe


Logan had arrived at the door of the pool house about a half hour later. His father had been a jerk to his girlfriend. Hopefully, he could convince her to come back to school. He knocked on the door and Rory came to open it. He looked her in the eyes and said "well I talked to him. But he acted like a jerk you can not believe this guy. But I would give him an argument and he couldn't keep up there for I was right. I told you; you will become a great reporter. I know this because you already are."

"Hey, Logan," Rory said wearily.

Logan looked at Rory. "Well, I talked to him. He acted like a jerk, you cannot believe my father. I would give him an argument and he could not find a good point since I was right. I told you, you will become a great reporter. And I know this because you already are."

"Have you been taking rambling lessons from my mother? Because she's the only one other than me than can talk that much," Rory joked.


"No, I don't think she really likes me," Logan replied.


"Are you sure I can do it? I don't want to get my hopes up and then have it come falling back down," Rory asked cautiously.


"I am positive. You are a great writer and you should show the world and make my father eat his own words." A devilish smile was placed on his face as he said this. "Really, Rory, who would make you believe in yourself?"


Rory contemplated.

Finally, she grabbed her keys and turned to Logan. "So, are you coming or not?"


"Right behind you, Ace." Logan jogged to her car and got in the passenger side.


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Five minutes later, they had arrived at Rory's old high school. Chilton looked as intimidating and frightening as it ever did, except for one thing. She was no longer afraid.

"Here, we are. Okay, come on," Rory told Logan as she got out of the car.


"I've got that we're somewhere, Ace. But where is 'here' exactly?" Logan asked with a puzzled expression.


"This is where I went to high school. Welcome to Chilton, Logan. It's not very welcoming, but come on," Rory explained as she walked up to the main building.


She walked into the building and the first person she saw was Headmaster Charleston. Her face promptly turned pink. "Hi, Headmaster. It's very nice seeing you again."

Headmaster Charleston gave Rory a tight smile.

"I'm really sorry about the mishap with Anna," she continued, shooting a glance at Logan.


"Yes, I am sure you are. Why, may I ask, are you visiting our fine school?" asked Headmaster Charleston.


"Oh, I came to see Mr. Medina. Do you know if he's around?" Rory asked.


"Yes, he is in his classroom. The exact same one he has ever had. Well, it was good seeing you again. Tell your grandparents 'hello' for me," Headmaster Charleston told her as he headed in the direction of the exit.


I will, I hope to see you soon," Rory called.

He gave a nonchalant wave and disappeared.

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They both arrived to Mr. Medina's classroom. She gave a tentative knock on the door and waited for him to answer it. After a second or so, Mr. Medina opened the door and found one of his favorite students of all time, standing there with a blond boy he vaguely recognized.


"Rory, what a nice surprise," he greeted pleasantly."

"Hi, Mr. Medina," Rory said.

He glanced at Logan. "Now, who's your friend?


"Actually, this is my boyfriend. Logan Huntzberger," she introduced.

Mr. Medina's eyebrow raised slightly. Mitchum Huntzberger's son?


"Logan, this is Mr. Medina. He is my old English teacher. Well, he isn't old, I just meant that I don't have him anymore but I had him in the past," Rory rambled.


'Like mother, like daughter,' Mr. Medina thought woefully.

"You sound just like your mother when you ramble on like that, you know that, right?"he asked.


Rory blushed; which Logan thought suited her extremely well.


"Well, it is nice to meet you, Logan. You can call me Max. Rory, you are no longer a student at this school, so you may call me Max as well. Or would you prefer Norman?" Mr. Medina asked.


"No, I think I'll just call you Max. Norman just doesn't suit you well and it's only good if you just have finished watching Pyscho," she added with a smirk that was eerily like Logan's.


Rory and Logan both noticed.


"Did you see that? You're rubbing off me! I just smirked," gasped Rory.


Which Logan replied with his own smirk.


"Yes, I did, but now you're off topic. Don't think I'm not noticing what you're doing. Mr. Medina-er, Max-would you read this piece of work and tell Rory what a great reporter she is?" Logan asked.

He handed him a neatly typed up article.


Mr. Medina read the article. It was the exposé on the Life and Death Brigade.


He was silent for quite some time.


Finally, he spoke. "This article is amazing. Rory, of course, you will make a great reporter. You have always wanted to be one and you were the best at Chilton. I have read your work at the Yale Daily News and I'm extremely proud to say you were once my student. Why would you need me to reassure you?" Mr. Medina asked.


"I just don't know if I can do it anymore. I'm not sure if I can make it out there." Rory told them.


"Ace, don't believe my father. I've stopped doing that a long time ago. Don't trust him, you can't. You just have to believe you have talent, and even though it's a cliché, you have to believe in yourself. Because plenty of people believe in you. Plus, he doesn't own all the papers out there, does he?" Logan said, as he has said so many times.)


"He may just be your father to you, but he's Mitchum Huntzberger. He's the media mogul. The newspaper magnet," Rory replied. It was like it was permanently engraved in her mind. Mitchum Huntzberger. Media mogul. Newspaper magnet. Gut. Not cut out for it. Assistant.


"Rory, don't listen to anyone. You know your capablities. You know you have talent. You know you can do it. Remember when Headmaster Charleston told you that you would have a hard time catching up and that you would proabably fail?"

Rory nodded, frowning ever-so-slightly.

"Did that stop you from trying to be the best you can? No, it made you work even harder. You like proving people wrong, and you're good at it. You just can't give up on one man's opinion," Mr. Medina told her.


"That is what my mom told me." Rory said.


"Well, your mother is right. Really, Ace, you have to get get back out there," Logan told her.


"I agree with Logan. You can't stop yourself because someone didn't think you were good enough. You need to prove they made a mistake. You can't let them win," Mr. Medina finished.


Rory mulled over both their highly convincing agruments. They were right, she realized. Mitchum Huntzberger was only one man. While her mother, all of Stars Hollow, Logan, Mr. Medina, and many other believe she could and would do it.

"I'm going to give it another try," Rory decided.

They smiled at the girl. She was finally getting back on track.

"Well, glad I could help," Mr. Medina awkwardly patted his former student on the shoulder.

"Bye, Mr. Medina. Thank you," Rory said sincerely.

Logan gave Mr. Medina a hand gesture only males could understand and said his good bye.

When they were at the parking lot, Logan enveloped Rory into a hug. He even kissed her on the forehead.

"Thanks," she said somewhat shyly.

"Thank you. After all, the only reason I was going to Yale Daily was just to see you," Logan replied.

Rory laughed.

Author's note

Ok so I have no idea where to go from here if you want me to continue writing then please review and give me some ideas. I have writers block at the moment so really for me to continue I am going to need you to give me some ideas. Thank you everyone who reviewed!

Charlotte