Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls, "Everything About You" by Three Days Grace, or anything else you recognize in the story.

A/N: Honestly? I don't want to continue this, but I think it's good for me. Good for my writing skills and just for life and what I'm feeling right now, I think I need this. So, I'm continuing it, and only posting it because people seemed to like the last chapter.

Italics: letters

Bold: flashback

Bold/ italic: lyrics

Jess held the letter in his shaking hands, rereading every word, trying to decipher the message, like a little girl. He felt his breath get deeper in his throat when he saw the words "I love you". He shook his, trying to rid all these thoughts.

He didn't deserve this, really, he didn't. He knew she was just screwing with his mind, subconsciously hurting him. It wasn't like she was trying to do it, but playing with him like a yo-yo, up and down and up and down, until finally he had enough. It was part of why he had gone to California, she was doing this to him and he couldn't take it anymore. And now she was sending this letter to him after rejecting him at her dorm.

"No" was how they had ended it and now she was spouting this crap about how much she loved him and wanted him to come to her, he was getting a thirty dollar guilt trip around her world. And it pissed him off. He wasn't going to initiate, no matter how much she wanted him to. I won't.

He wasn't going to initiate and pay the price like she wanted him to. I won't. Jess groaned and reread the letter. I will.

"God dammit." He said aloud to no one in particular. She loved him, what was he going to do? She wanted to do something inappropriate, she wanted to love him. He had never had that power over someone, been able to make them feel the way that she did and it scared him. But it excited him too. Rory Gilmore, the picture of perfection, was growing up. She was realizing that maybe once in a while you have to do something no one else wanted you to do; and he felt that he should be there, where she wanted him.

He knew he shouldn't, he knew how it was going to end up. He would be the asshole, she would be the goody-goody with her heartbroken. He knew this, but he was feeling impulsive. And he couldn't stop himself.

He put on his shoes, untied, grabbed his coat and slammed the door to his apartment door behind him. He was going to do something no one else would want, but Rory wanted it, and if anything, he would be damned if he missed his shot at this. And all that mattered was Rory, because he loved her and she loved him, and that was all he needed. No one else could tell him what the hell to do, because he already felt it in his heart. His heart was telling him what to do and he was going to do it. He was going to initiate.

I hate everything about you

Why do I love you?

A/N: Damn, that was short. Sorry. :-)