Classic
Chapter 9
Even before he fully left is state of slumber Logan knew what horrors awaited him. He could feel the presence of a second body on his bed. He let out a small groan, the throbbing in his head felt uncomfortably familiar and unwelcome.
Although he knew of the second person he noticeably tensed when he felt a pair of lips kiss his bare chest. "Morning, baby," a female voice cooed.
Somewhere deep in the dark recesses of his mind there was a small lit torch. The flame was small but it hadn't yet burnt out, there was still hope. Hope that one day, if he hadn't already fucked it all up, that one Rory Gilmore would greet him with a kiss when he woke. With his current track record he felt he would be blessed if she even looked in his general direction.
He missed her. He needed her. But he knew he didn't deserve her. Logan knew he wasn't anywhere near good enough a man, strong enough a man for Rory. He was weak.
He had spent the months since November playing the 'blame game.' He blamed everything that went wrong in his life, his own mistakes and misfortunes on the one girl who always made everything okay again.
No, he didn't deserve her, not at all.
He let out a defeated sigh.
"You alright?" The girl had already left the bed in search of her clothes.
"Fine," he replied gruffly.
She was nothing like Rory, Logan could already tell. She was Rory's complete opposite just like every girl he had bedded since her. He had stayed away from all brunettes and anyone with blue eyes. He didn't want to be reminded of her. Yet he found, every girl he spoke to, was unconsciously compared to Rory, his Ace. They, his conquests, were meant to solely be distractions, not very good distractions but distractions nonetheless.
He pulled himself out of bed, dressing himself in boxers and his shirt from the day before, with the intent to get to his common room and find the largest aspirin he could. He made it as far as a few steps out of his door before the girl stopped him.
The girl grabbed his arm and pulled herself close to him kissing his neck. He was able to smell the foul stench of stale alcohol on her breath as she whispered seductively in her ear, "where are you going so fast, baby? We have no where to be."
"Get off me," he all but growled out. He grabbed her arms and pushed her away from him.
She gave a small laugh. "That wasn't what you were saying last night."
Logan looked at her incredulously. "Last night," he said slowly, "I was drunk off my ass. I don't even remember anything." Again, he added silently. Something that seemed to be coming a routine for him now.
Instead his statement turning her off him it seemed to renew a sort of want within her. "Let me," she said launching herself back into his arms, "remind you, then." Her lips were placed back onto his neck.
Growling in frustration, Logan began walking towards the door of his dorm with the objective of throwing her out. Not grasping what Logan was up to the girl's ministration began to get more passionate. "You can call me, Ace again."
He froze halfway to reaching for the doorknob. He had done what?
The girl brought her lips down upon his but he didn't respond or even react. He had called her Ace. She wasn't Ace or even an Ace like his Ace was. She was intriguing, curious, adamant, or ambitious. She didn't bit her lip when she was deep in concentrations. She didn't remember full conversations or even have enough to say to have one. She didn't inhale coffee like it was her lifeline. She didn't taste like it either.
Three short knocks came at the door successfully bringing him out of his shock. He pulled his lips away from hers and opened the door ready to throw the blonde out.
He stopped dead in his tracks. There standing before him was a vision. Rory Gilmore stood there a determined expression on her face that slipped slightly when the door opened.
"Excuse me," the blonde around his neck said glaring at Rory. "Do you mind?"
"Not at all," Rory said giving the girl a pleasant smile. Logan could tell it was forced though. "I just need to tell Logan something."
"Oh," the girl said. "Well, go on."
"I was thinking in private but…" Rory muttered under her breath but Logan still heard. "Logan, I just wanted to say that I am sorry for the misunderstandings that went on between us and that I get that you're angry with me but I would appreciate it if you stopped attacking me for things I didn't do." She looked at him for a moment before shaking her head, in what Logan classed as disappointment, and striding down the corridor away from.
Logan's eyes were still wide with shock. Ace had been there, right in front of him, not two feet away. She had been there.
He couldn't breathe.
"Was that Ace?" the girl asked with distain.
Logan grabbed her arms again and all but threw her away from him. "Get out," he snarled.
"Pretty girl," she commented. "Pity."
"Get out!" he roared. "OUT!"
She smirked in satisfaction and strolled out of the doorway.
"Argh!" Logan yelled in aggravation before he slammed the door shut with a 'BANG!'
Fuck. He needed a drink.
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Logan was on his third glass of scotch when Colin entered the dormitory.
"Whoa, buddy," Colin, said snatching his glass from his hand. "A little too early for that."
"No!" Logan said attempting, in vain, to retrieve the glass from his friend.
Logan watched helplessly as Colin emptied the glass. He knew it was too early to be drinking, he wasn't Finn and it wasn't even nine yet. Rory's visit had completely thrown him off. He felt his heart shatter again. She didn't, want anything to do with him. He was to leave her alone. He knew though that that was something he wouldn't do – couldn't do – he couldn't give her up for good. Then there was that disappointment. At him? The situation? Herself? He wasn't sure. He couldn't be sure unless he found out himself. Which he would, right? He saw a flash of her blue eyes flooding with disappointment, disappointment that he had most likely caused. To leave her alone or not?
Colin slumped onto the couch next to Logan. "So," he asked conversationally. "What happened this time?"
"What makes you think something happened?" Logan asked defensively. Maybe he just felt for a drink.
"Logan, please," Colin said dismissively. "Its barely nine in the morning, your eyes are blood shot and you were wearing those clothes yesterday."
Logan sighed. His best friends really did know him well. "Rory stopped by this morning."
Colin sat up straight. "She did?" he sounded surprised buy the news.
"She wants me to stay out of her life."
Colin shook his head in disbelief. "Rory loves you."
Logan shook his head. "Not anymore. She hates me and I don't blame her one bit!"
"No," Colin said vehemently. "Rory loves you."
Logan shook his head. "I fucked up one too many times, Col."
Fervently Logan wiped a stray tear that made its way down his cheek. Rory hated him.
"Since Finn's phone call yesterday," Colin said. "I've been trying to figure out what exactly happened between you and Rory. Finn called in a frenzy demanding to know whether I thought Rory would ever cheat on you. I told him no. But when I got off the phone I tried to think of a scenario in which Rory Gilmore would cheat on you and you know what?" he didn't wait for Logan to answer. "I couldn't come up with one. Rory would never cheat on you. Ever. I don't know how you got it into your head that she had or she would but you're wrong. That's not Rory."
"So," Colin continued. "I want you to tell me what really happened, Logan. I've heard Rory's side but now I want yours."
"I'm an idiot."
Colin laughed. "That I had already gathered, thanks."
"Well?" Colin asked after a moment of silence. "Lets hear it."
"I'm going to London."
"Now?"
Logan shook his head. "June."
"I don't understand."
"Daddy dearest has decided I will do a year in London working at one of the papers there," Logan expanded. "A year."
"It's only a year Logan then you'll be back. Its not the end of the world," Colin reassured him "But what does that have to do with Rory?"
Logan sighed. "I had just found out from Mitchum that I would be leaving that day. On the way home actually. I was upset and I wanted my girlfriend but I see her leaving with some guy I don't know at night! I jumped to the wrong conclusions. I know. And when I found out he was her ex-boyfriend I freaked. What did he have that I didn't?" He paused. "I didn't mean to take it out on her but I did. I ended up yelling and screaming at her!"
"I was driving to see her and I kept thinking a year away from her. How was I supposed to handle that? I was barely able to handle the weekend I was away from her for business or the summer I spent with you and Finn in Europe. And I was—am supposed to handle a year with out her. Then I see her sneaking off with some guy. I figured she was handling out little separation very well. I don't know. I – I just don't know."
"Rory loves you."
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When Rory left Logan's dormitory she went straight to the coffee cart by the library where Stephanie was waiting for her, coffees in hand.
"Here," Steph said handing her a cup.
"Thanks," Rory said quietly. "Um… I just came from Logan's."
Steph looked over at her. "What?"
"Yeah." Rory said. "I went there and apologized and told him to stop spreading those stories."
"Oh," Steph said. "Wait, you apologized? Why?"
Rory shrugged. She wasn't exactly sure why she had done that. She had been thrown when the door opened revealing the free porno she hadn't ordered. She spluttered out a few things then hurried away. It wasn't supposed to go that way. It wasn't supposed to go that way at all.
"Ror, what's wrong?"
"He's moved on hasn't he?" she said softly not sure if she really wanted to hear the answer or not.
Stephanie looked startled. "He was with somebody?"
Rory nodded. "A blonde."
"Oh Rory, I'm sorry," she said.
"Yeah," Rory said. "You know, how is it that he can be doing those things but he gets angry if I dance with a guy or sleep fully clothed next to Finn? I mean, we're not together. We've broken up. He can do what he wants, okay it hurts that he has moved on but that pain won't last forever. I can do what I want. So then what is the problem?"
"What?"
"There is no reason why I shouldn't move on too, right?" Rory asked her spirits feeling considerably lighter.
Stephanie smiled brightly. "You know, Rory, you're right. If he has already moved on you can too."
Rory smiled happily. "You know what? I will."
"Any prospects?"
Rory smiled. "Actually…"
Stephanie shrieked. "Oh! Who? Do I know him? What does he look like?"
"Three words: Rebel, Rocker boy."
Stephanie gave a sort of whimper. "Yum."
Rory laughed. "Yum indeed."
"Name?"
"Sean Mathers."
Stephanie let out the whimper again. "Good choice."
Rory laughed. "Well, I don't even know if he's interested."
Sure she had thought he had maybe flirted a bit the last time they met but that didn't mean he wanted to date her. Maybe he was just being friendly.
"Rory, honey," Steph said sounding amused. "I can name you about fifteen guys who are very interested in you. All you have to do is pick one."
"But how do you know Sean is even into me?"
"You really have low self-esteem."
Rory shrugged. She knew she didn't have much confidence in her looks even though many people told her she was crazy for even thinking she wasn't pretty. She just didn't see it. In the mirror she saw a bookish loner, not a beautiful goddess. Now she knew people didn't point or throw rocks at her but she still wasn't convinced.
"Hey what is going on with you and Colin?" Rory asked not so subtly changing the subject.
To her surprise Stephanie blushed a bright red. Now she knew her and Colin had a 'friends with benefits' relationship going on but she knew Colin wanted more. Apparently Stephanie did as well.
"Do tell," Rory said smiling.
"Nothing's official or anything but I think we have a date on Saturday," Steph admitted slowly.
"Really?" Rory asked. "That's great!"
"Do you remember your first date?" Steph asked suddenly.
"Yeah. It was with Dean at my house we had a movie night."
"Were you nervous?"
Rory laughed. "Nervous is an understatement."
Rory remembered attempting to pick out an outfit to wear for her pseudo date. It was ridiculous how nervous she was. Her mom had to help her choose what to wear. To Rory all of her clothes had just been clothes then her mom came and turned them into the perfect casual first date outfit. She had been nervous on her first date with Logan as well but it had been a different kind of nervous. She was able to pick out an outfit no problem and thinking up conversation topics was not a problem, talking with Logan had always been natural. She was an excited butterflies in the tummy 'oh, my gosh I can't wait' nervous.
"Are you nervous?" Rory asked.
Stephanie nodded. "And really excited," she admitted. "I haven't felt like that in a long time."
"Butterflies?"
Steph giggled. "Yeah. I mean I go on dates but they're just that dates."
"But with Colin it feels different, right?"
Steph giggled again. "I am such a girl!"
Rory laughed.
"Did you get butterflies with Logan?"
Rory nodded. "Yeah. I did."
"Hey Rory?"
"Yeah?" Rory said absentmindedly.
"Look," Steoh nudged her and nodded in the direction of the library where a boy in combat boots was just leaving.
"Is that…?"
"Yup," Steph smiled. "Go talk to him."
"Now?" Rory asked surprised.
Her friend nodded enthusiastically.
"Okay then."
Rory took a deep breath feeling slightly nervous as she approached Sean Mathers.
"Hey," she said when she was close enough.
"Hey," he flashed her a smile. "How you been?"
"I've been alright and you?"
"Just fine." He smiled again. "Now I promised myself the next time I saw you I would buy you a new coffee for the one you spilt all over the place the last time we met but I see you already have one. So I was thinking, how about dinner instead?"
"You read my mind."
"Great," he said. "So I'll pick you up at seven?"
"Perfect."
Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Stephanie do a little gig.
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A/N: You know, I really like this chapter. Yeah!
So I was watching season five of Gilmore girls last week and not only did I think up like twenty stories but I realized I really like the character Robert. I know weird but I'm into the sarcastic types (I do realize most of them are quite sarcastic but Robert's is just funny.)