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A/N: I didn't take as long as I thought I would take which you can probably tell from this chapter, although I'm hoping that it won't be as bad as I think it is. :)
Weak (2)
The next morning, Paris walked in on Rory fast asleep on the couch, her position comfortable with her knees pulled up slightly and her hands resting just above them, her fingers pressed lightly against her chest, her body being the only thing that had kept her warm throughout the night.
Paris took one glance at the mess her friend had made and walked over to the door where she quietly opened it before loudly slamming it closed again. ''Did I wake you?'' she asked when Rory's eyes flew open.
''You did that on purpose,'' came her mumbled response.
''How do you know? I could have gone out for breakfast.''
''In your PJ's?'' Rory asked with disbelief.
''Why not? A lot of people get breakfast in their PJ's, although just a pair of boxers and fuzzy slippers with some sort of farm animal on top of them can hardly be considered a form of sleepwear. They probably wouldn't even look at this as sleepwear,'' Paris continued while looking down at what she was wearing. ''I mean, fully clothed while sleeping, who ever thought of such a bizarre thing?''
''In that case, I hope you brought me back something.''
Paris crossed her arms ''Don't tell me you're hungry?''
''Well, maybe not hungry, but I could eat something. Why?''
Paris walked over to the couch, uncrossing her arms while doing so, and leaned over to retrieve an empty ice-cream carton. She placed it on the table before bending over only to come up with even more empty wrappers and boxes.
Rory shrugged. ''So, I like junk-food.''
''Gilmore, this is a bit over the top even for you. Now what's wrong?''
''Logan saw Finn and I kissing,'' Rory told her while lowered her gaze down to her hands, knowing that there was no use in so much as even trying to hide it from Paris.
''I never saw you as the cheating kind. Must have been the halo,'' Paris remarked.
''I didn't cheat on Logan,'' Rory defended.
''So, what, Finn just happened to trip and fall onto your lips?''
''He came on to me and I kissed him back.''
''And right about then Huntzberger must have walked in,'' Paris finished.
''It was a mistake and Finn was drunk-''
Paris snorted. ''Can you say alcoholic.''
''Paris.''
''I'm just stating the obvious.''
''Well, consider it stated,'' Rory said.
''Hey, I'm just taking an interest in your new love interest 'cause there is some serious work to be done before he will be allowed to set foot in here.''
''He already did.''
''When?''
''Last night,'' Rory answered.
''Don't tell me you really like him?''
Rory shook her head. ''No, I'm in love with Logan.''
''Whoopdidoo.''
Rory shot Paris a look. ''Finn just came by to apologize. He told Logan that it was all his fault.''
''And did Logan buy it?''
''Finn thought so, but I'm going by after classes to talk to him myself.''
''That's probably a good idea, considering that your new best friend was probably still drunk when he talked to Logan. Hell, he's even drunk when he does bother to show up at his classes,'' Paris commented while getting up.
''He's not my friend. I hardly even know him.''
''And let's try to keep it that way because I like being sober.''
''I don't think he can help it,'' Rory said.
''Sure he can; he just has to learn to face and deal with his problem. Just like you're going to do. Now get up, your first class starts in about twenty minutes!'' Paris informed her loudly before disappearing into their room.
Rory got up with a sigh before following in Paris's footsteps, knowing how long the day would be.
x-x-x
As soon as her classes were over, Rory made her way over to the other side of campus, stopping by her room just long enough to drop off her bag. She hoped that Logan would be the only one there, but of course she didn't have the luck.
''Hey Colin,'' she said once the door had been opened. ''Is Logan around?''
Colin nodded, but stopped her when she wanted to come in. ''I don't think he wants to see you right now.''
Rory was taken back by his words. ''I thought that after Finn explained it all to him last night he understood?''
''If you mean by understanding that he got even more ticked off, then yeah, he understood.''
''Look, I know he has the right to be upset, but why would he get even more upset after hearing the truth?''
''Let's just say it didn't set you free this time,'' Colin joked.
''But Finn said-''
''A little piece of advice, never listen to Finn; he may not be one of those pathological liar types, but he isn't the most trustworthy person around either.''
''Colin, I really need to talk to Logan. Please?'' she tried.
Colin gave in with a sigh. ''Fine, come in. Logan's in his room...and so is Finn,'' he added when she was already on her way to their room.
Rory entered the room without knocking, not giving Logan a chance to avoid her. Both Logan and Finn were in the room, just like Colin had warned her, although she only had eyes for Logan at the moment.
''Ace,'' Logan acknowledged her cooly. ''Can I assume that you are here to see me or did you come here for Finn?''
''I came to talk to you,'' she said, keeping her eyes on Logan as Finn got up. ''I have a date anyway,'' were his casual words as he left them alone.
''You are aware that he's seeing more than one other girl behind your back, right?'' Logan remarked, his tone just as cold as before.
''He must have gotten it from you,'' Rory returned sharply, silencing her former boyfriend for a second or two before he got up from his bed to stand face to face with her. ''That was different,'' he began, ''I wasn't ready to commit and you knew that because I told you what you were getting into from the very beginning and I gave you a choice. You knew that I wasn't ready to commit when we started this relationship and now that I finally am ready, you decided to go behind my back and kiss one of my closest friends.''
''I didn't kiss Finn,'' were the first words that she blurted out. ''He kissed me. I came out of the bathroom and he was there and he kissed me. Yes, it took me too long to push him away, but I didn't-.''
''Save it, Rory,'' he stopped her, calling her by her actual name for one of the first times. ''Finn told me you would try to blame it all on him. You know what the worst thing is, he actually covered for you. He lied to me to keep your little secret, but then last night, he ended up telling me, saying that it was more important to him to save our relationship and to tell me the truth.''
''Logan-''
''He doesn't even like you, you know,'' Logan hurtfully continued. ''He was just drunk and when Finn's drunk he will kiss anything and anyone.''
Rory's eyes shone with tears that had yet to fall; his words were cruel and he was hurting her, something he didn't seem to care about in his rage. ''That's not fair, you're only seeing his side. We've been together for a while and you won't even hear me out,'' she let him know. ''I waited until you were ready to commit and I just sat at the sidelines while you went out with other girls at the same time. Yes, I might have waited too long to push him away, but he did kiss me, drunk or not. And like you said, he doesn't like me so what makes you think that his side of the story's true?''
''He's one of my closest friends, Ace, that's why,'' Logan answered. ''I've only known you for a few months.''
Rory sat down on his bed, defeated; Finn had won. A tear started on its way down her cheek, though she quickly wiped it away. ''I'm only human, you know. I do make mistakes just like everyone else,'' she told him, deciding to go at it from a different angle.
''I know.'' Logan looked down at the sad girl. ''I just never expected it from you. You don't seem like that kind of person.''
''I guess you don't know me that well then.''
''Guess I don't,'' Logan agreed before leaving the room.
Colin waited until his friend had left the apartment before taking his place. ''Are you okay?''
Rory shook her head. ''Logan's really upset with me.''
''Don't take this the wrong way, but that's a pretty understandable reaction.''
''Yeah, maybe.'' Rory briefly bit her lip before continuing, ''I really didn't come on to Finn.''
''Yeah, I figured that you would never do something like that.''
''I mean, I did kiss him back, but he kissed me first and I know that that doesn't excuse it...''
''Just give Logan some time,'' Colin advised her. ''He'll be more willing to listen after that.''
Rory nodded while wiping the stray tears from her cheeks. ''So does your offer still stand?'' She looked up at him. ''You know, the one where I could watch cartoons with you?''
Colin gave her a small smile while nodding and waited for her to get up before wrapping an arm around her shoulders. ''And I don't blame you for kissing Finn back; he's a good kisser.''
Rory threw him a look that made him chuckle. ''Let's just say that I was as drunk as I've ever been and got tricked into a game of spin the bottle.''
Rory smiled and leaned into him a little more. ''You're good at this.''
''Yeah, well, Finn and Logan have fallen for the same girl before,'' Colin confided.
Rory's smile faltered, wondering who ended up getting the girl in the end.
x-x-x
Back at her dorm-room, Finn was waiting for her out in the hallway, a smirk in place as Rory approached him. ''What do you want now, haven't you done enough damage yet?''
''Actually, the correct question would be, haven't you done enough damage yet,'' Finn corrected while motioning at her with both hands.
''You lied to me, you told me that you-''
''Lied to my best friend for you, took all of the blame for you?'' He snorted. ''I hate to break it to you, princess, but even you aren't that special.''
''Logan thought so,'' Rory voiced softly while casting her eyes down. ''We were finally at a comfortable place and you ruined it all by-''
''Kissing you?'' He clicked his tongue. ''Now, doll, you know that's not exactly what happened.''
''You did kiss me!''
''And I didn't hear you, well, actually, I did hear you,'' he began with a filthy smirk, ''but you weren't exactly complaining, now were you?''
''You caught me off guard and yes, I made a mistake, but you turned the story around so it was all my fault when it wasn't, you know that.'' She locked her eyes with his. ''You said that you liked me,'' she confronted him, desperately trying to find a way to get through to him, to find his weakness.
Finn nodded. ''I like you, I've liked you ever since I saw you in a thong.''
At his crude words and the memory that came with it, Rory raised her hand and struck him. As soon as the palm of her hand came in contact with his face she regretted it, not knowing what had possessed her to do such a thing.
Finn snatched her wrist and pinned it against the wall behind her. ''I don't like to be touched, love.''
Her eyes instantly fell down to the hand that she had braced against his chest the second he had touched her. Finn chuckled and reached for it with his free hand, leaning into her even more as he pinned it next to her other hand.
''Finn, I really like Logan,'' Rory breathed, trying to stay calm, even though she wanted nothing more than to get away from him. She didn't trust him being so close to her; he was unpredictable.
''Is that so because he doesn't seem to be such a fan of yours at the moment.''
''Because of you!''
Finn grinned, feeling her slightly struggle beneath him. ''You really have to stop blaming others for your actions.''
''Let me go,'' she cited.
''Such a strong demand for such a weak girl.''
''Finn, please.''
''Ah, the magic word, I was waiting for that, love.'' He let go of her hands and she immediately pulled her arms towards her body. Tears were starting to fall, though she still hid it from him by keeping her head down.
''Are you crying?'' Finn asked, surprising her with his gentle manner; she hadn't expected him to care.
''You know,'' she started while looking up at him through glazed eyes, ''you may like me, but I don't like you.'' She paused to run her fingers across her wet cheeks. ''I really don't,'' she said before reaching for her door and quickly retreating into her dorm room.
By the time she fell onto her bed crying, he was already halfway down the hallway, a lit cigarette between his trembling fingers.
He was the kind of guy to make girls cry.
Review please? (: I'm aware that this chapter was pretty much all dialogue and that it may come over as choppy or whatever, but this is the way it turned out so... Thanks again for the positive reviews, especially since I wasn't counting on them and I hope you like this chapter as well. :)