Chapter 7

Yale

Logan was sitting in his dorm waiting for his roommate. He was nursing a scotch on the rocks when his roommate came in unnoticed.

"I'm HERE!" said an obviously drunk Australian.

"Hi, I'm Logan and you are?"

"Drunk mate."

"I can tell that, but what's your name?" Logan said starting to get frustrated.

"Oh, Finnegan Morgan, nice to meet you," he said extending his hand.

"Nice to meet you too, Finnegan."

"Oh call him Finn. He won't be able to remember you in the morning though. I'm Colin McRae."

"Logan, Logan Huntzberger."

"Logan Huntzberger? Son of newspaper mogul Mitchum Huntzberger?" Colin inquired.

"The very one," he replied laughing.

"So, what's got you down mate?" Finn asked him.

"What makes you think I'm down?"

"That in your hand."

"Oh, just some girl. It's all good. Do you guys know of a good pub?"

"Of course we do! The campus pub!" Finn shouted with excitement.

"Well it's been a pleasure meeting you boys, but I'm going to take Rachel back to my dorm. I will see you guys later," Logan slurred.

"Bye mate."

"Bye."

Logan and Rachel reached Logan's dorm before she threw himself on him. After that night Logan Huntzberger had a different girl every night and became the playboy of Yale. But no matter how many girls he had he thought of each and everyone of them as Rory. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't get his best friend out of his head. But that didn't make him stop trying.

Harvard

Rory moved into her dorm with the help of her mom and her dad. She had been crying since graduation and she now talked to Logan very little. She hate that. She had lost her best friend, the love of her life. She knew that if they went out it would ruin their friendship and she was painfully right. She sat on her couch when Paris walked in. "Gilmore! You're my roommate? This rocks. I was afraid that I was going to get some ditzy blonde as a roommate that would have a man in her room every night and I would have to listen-"

"Okay Paris I get it, no need for a visual. You're happy to see me."

"Yeah. Hey do you want to go out tonight celebrate college? Maybe get drunk off our asses?"

"Yeah, okay, let's go."

"Hi, I'm Tristan," said a blonde from behind Rory. She turned around and felt a stab in her chest because he reminded her so much of Logan. The blond hair, brown eyes, arrogant smirk.

"Rory," she said extending her hand.

"Nice to meet you," he said taking her hand.

"You too."

"I know we just met, but would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?"

"Pick me up around seven?"

"Sure."

"Here's my number, call me sometime tomorrow," she said handing him a piece of paper.