Jess put his bag down and sat on his bed, he couldn't believe he was here. Most people would not think it conceivable to hear the name Jess Mariano and going to Yale in the same sentence without laughing, they all knew he was clever, but they never really thought he had the resolve to do it, they all thought he'd end up like his Dad, everyone except Rory. Rory. The name hurtled round his head. She believed in him. He left her. He'd broken is own heart and hers. He sighed and tried not to think about Rory, but it was hard not to. All thought tracks seemed to lead back to her.
He wondered if Lorelai had told her, he rang and asked her too, he didn't want to bump into Rory and her not knowing, he didn't want to hurt her anymore than he already had.
At night he dreamed of Rory, they were always together, but he knew this was only a dream and the reality was far from it, he hadn't seen her since he went to Venice Beach, but he knew for sure she hated his guts, no she didn't Rory couldn't hate anyone. She probably had a boyfriend anyway; she was smart, funny, beautiful and incredibly unique. In other words she was perfect.
Rory lay on her bed not looking forward to the early start tomorrow, why had she volunteered to be a mentor last year anyway? It wasn't like she was trying to get extra credit to get into Harvard anymore; in fact she'd already gotten in and refused. Rory let a small laugh escape her at the irony of the whole thing, but her heart wasn't really in it, not after everything.
Rory let another weary laugh escape her before turning onto her side. She lay there staring at the wall. Dean's face pounded through her head. She really loved him, she was attracted to him, but in her head he was always with someone else, someone that had blonde hair and his ring on her finger. Someone that wasn't her. Rory knew Dean loved her he'd already proven that, he left Lindsay for her.
"You're the other Woman" her mum's words were still ingrained in her mind, but she couldn't help that Dean was the one she loved. She looked back over the earlier events of the day. She felt horrible about the way she'd treated Dean. She'd treated him like he was dirt not like the one she loved.
Rory looked at her alarm clock the time read 12:01 flashing at her menacingly, she rolled over and closed her eyes trying to sleep, she had to be up early in the morning yet her body was resisting its every urge to sleep. She rolled over once more; unbearably warm she threw of her cover in a final attempt at sleep.