Chapter Three
Rory observed the unfamiliar grounds with a sigh. It seems that she was lost.
Wondering aimlessly around the Yale campus, she came to a sudden stop in front of a coffee kiosk. A smile graced her lips and her frustration suddenly dissipated. There was nothing a cup of coffee won't fix!
Eagerly running to the booth, she tapped her foot impatiently while waiting in line. Damn morning traffic! By the time her turn had rolled around, Rory's frustration returned.
"Your largest cup please." She ordered, "no sugar, two creams." The vendor complied immediately.
"That'll be three ninety-five please." Rory pulled out her wallet to pay. And found herself short of change.
"Um, do you guys take credit cards?" She asked desperately.
"No, sorry mam," was the prompt answer. Rory gulped and began to dig for change in her coat pocket. This action took quite a long time and the grumpy morning students were getting very impatient. Death glares were shot her way by the dozen and Rory's face began to burn.
"Here you go sir." The raven-haired man behind her offered the vendor a ten-dollar bill. "And a medium vanilla late please." The vendor immediately went off to comply, relieved that the credit card girl was taken care of.
"Th-thank you." Rory stammered, still blushing furiously. "You really didn't have to. I could have paid eventually; I just forgot that I had no change. I guess I would have had to leave my watch or shoe or something with him to run to an ATM machine, but I would have eventually settled it. I just hate it when stuff like this happens, when you think you have enough change, but you actually don't. And I'm going to shut up now because you really don't care." The raven-haired man laughed heartily at her nervous rambling.
"You're welcome," he spoke after a good chuckle. "And don't worry about it." Rory smiled sheepishly.
"I'm Rory," she extended her hand.
"Marty" he replied while shaking it.
"I'm kind of lost." Rory announced after the introduction. "I'm visiting a friend here and I really don't know what's what. Do you think you could point me in the direction of Branford College?"
"Actually, I was just headed there myself." Marty revealed, "follow me."
"You're a godsend!" Rory exclaimed as she took pace beside him. She quickly finished her coffee with three gulps. Marty looked at her in amazement.
"That's quite impressive" he remarked.
"I'm kind of addicted," Rory explained. "My mother waned me with coffee. It's a natural part of my system now. I will die without the sweet elixir of life!" Marty chuckled at her dramatic response.
"So who's your friend?" Marty asked conversationally. "Maybe I know them."
"Paris Geller. She lives in room 4B."
"The neurotic girl?" Marty cried in alarm.
"Sounds about right" Roy replied with a grin.
"Wow…she's eh…intense."
"You're scared of her, aren't you?" Rory guessed. It was just like Paris to scare off all the other people. She was really more of an acquired taste. Bad in the beginning but good overtime.
"Yeah" he admitted with a rueful smile. "Sorry."
"Non taken, I was actually rather frightened of her at first too." Rory assured nonchalantly.
Before Marty could reply, a man in a red jacket purposefully bumped into him.
"Oh, sorry," Marty quickly apologized.
"No, seriously, you couldn't see me there?" The man asked in snobbish disbelief.
"Not everyone is staring at you, Colin," informed his dark haired friend with an Australian accent. The two were accompanied by an arrogant blond with an even blonder girl hanging on his arm.
"Hey, I know you" The blond declared superciliously. "No, wait-wait, don't tell me. I'm seeing a uniform of some sort."
"Maytag repairman?" The dark haired man asked sarcastically. The blond girl snickered.
"I've bartended for you," Marty answered uncomfortably. "For your parties."
"That's right, you have!" The blond exclaimed in recognition. "You're a talented man." He turned to Rory with a mischievous smirk. "He makes a kick-ass margarita." Rory frowned in response.
"Thanks" Marty chuckled awkwardly.
"It's good to see you again," the blonde continued. "What's your name?"
"Marty. Uh, this is Rory." Rory nodded stiffly in acknowledgement as the blonde flashed her another arrogant grin.
"Hi" he greeted before turning to Marty again. "So, assuming your services are still for hire this year, your financial situation hasn't changed at all?"
"Nope" Marty answered promptly.
"Good. Okay, I'll give you a call. Where are you living now?"
"Branford."
"Oh, excellent!" The blond exclaimed. "Branford. All right. Good running into you." He flashed Rory a last grin before walking off with the blond girl. The other two made slowly to follow.
"Excellent shirt" the original man wearing the red jacket remarked to Rory with a sneer. "I can see what you see in him."
"Don't be an ass, Colin," the blonde called after him.
"Me?" Colin exclaimed in mock disbelief. "Never. I'm a friend to all people, large and very, very small."
"Must be hard work, mother Theresa," Rory remarked dryly. The dark haired man looked at her, as if noticing her for the first time.
"Have we met?" He asked with furrowed brows.
"No, but rest assured, if we did, I would never admit it." Marty tried to repress a chuckle.
"Feisty," the Australian commented with a smirk. "Want to come to my dorm?"
"No, I'm not sure there'll be room for me with both your friends' egos." The blond turned around and walked back, smirk and girl on arm both still in tact.
"I sense that we have offended the lady," he announced. The girl looked at Rory curiously.
"No, I'm fine," Rory assured. "I've come to accept that I share this earth with people like you."
"People like me?" He asked with an arched brow.
"Snobs. Plastics. Brats. Whichever one you prefer." Rory answered nonchalantly. Marty began to look a little uncomfortable again. Rory gave his arm a reassuring squeeze.
"You don't like me" he stated.
"Whatever gave you that idea?" Rory asked dryly. "I'm a friend to all people, deep and very, very shallow." The dark haired man snickered while the blonde girl shot Rory a dark look. Marty shifted uncomfortably.
"You don't know me, but you don't like me." The blond stated with confusion.
"I know you."
"Have we met?" The blonde asked with further puzzlement. "Wait-have I forgotten to call you?" The girl on his arm began to out right glare at her.
"No," Rory seethed. "I know your type."
"And pray tell, what is my type?" He asked in amusement.
"Well," Rory began, "judging from your clothes and that fancy watch, I'd say you're from a powerful family with more money in your wallet than you know what to do with. Judging from that conceited smirk that seems to be permanently stuck to your face and artfully tossed hair, I'd say you're a scared little boy hiding behind a seasoned charmer. And judging from the way you just treated Marty, I'd say you severely lacked affections as a child and are now an emotional cripple seeking to reassure yourself that you don't need affections anyway. Am I close?"
"Damn…" Colin whistled in appreciation. "She's good." The blond glared at his friend, but otherwise remained in shock.
"What are you, a psychologist major?" The dark haired man asked with interest.
"Nope, just using my deductive skills as a student of journalism." Rory supplied cheerfully. Marty smiled at her spunkiness.
"I'm Finn," the dark haired guy stated as he took her hand. "You are the most clever and beautiful reporter I've ever met."
"Eh…thanks." Rory replied with uncertainty before awkwardly withdrawing her hand and turning back to the blonde. "Well, now that I have knocked the arrogant smirk off your face, my work here is done. Come on Marty." Marty immediately complied and led the grinning Rory away from the baffled group.
"What a bitch!" The girl on the speechless blonde's arm was the first to break the silence.
"I call dibs!" Finn cried out of the blue. "Any girl that can leave Logan speechless deserves a fine romp with yours truly."
"I don't think you're her type." Colin remarked dryly.
"I'm everyone's type" Finn insisted as he winked at the blonde girl. She giggled.
"Who the hell does she think she is?" Logan burst, coming out of his bewilderment.
"The girl that just guessed at your life story within five minutes of meeting you." Colin supplied helpfully. "She was good. Although she might have overdone it with the scared little boy part…." He glanced back at her retreating figure, thoroughly impressed. And Colin, much like Mitchum Huntzberger, was rarely impressed by anyone.
"What are you talking about Colin?" The girl interjected. "She was completely off about Logan! She was probably just jealous that someone like her will never have a chance with him."
"She must be new," Logan stated, completely ignoring the blonde's defense of him. "I've never seen her around."
"Maybe she's one of those smart types that only come out in the mornings," Finn suggested. "And now that I've seen her type, I'm thinking I should come out early more often. I've been missing out on a great market."
"Who is she?" Logan asked again.
"Who cares?" The girl pouted.
"I don't know, why don't you ask that bartender," Colin suggested, continuing to ignore the girl. "Besides, if she's new here, you've bound to run into her again. Hit on her then, although I doubt you'll be successful. Now, let's get back to what we were discussing before. The event starts Saturday, so we all have to fly over to Mexico tomorrow."
"I've got it covered," Logan assured his friend, still highly irritated. "We'll take the jet. Anything else?"
"Yeah, I heard Tristan DuGray is going steady now." Colin supplied with a smirk.
"What? As in a steady girlfriend?" Finn asked incredulously.
"Yeah."
"Holy fuck! You serious mate?"
"That's what I heard. And since she's part of the CCB, he's bringing her with him." Colin further supplied.
"Who's the girl?" Logan asked with great interest, his irritation momentarily forgotten. Colin shrugged.
"All I know is that she's a sophomore and rumor has it he's serious about her. He's been with her for like five months now."
"Wow, that is serious…" Logan pondered with a ruthless grin spreading on his face.
"What are you thinking mate?" Finn asked with a grin of his own.
"I'm thinking about hitting DuGray where it hurts…" Logan replied mysteriously before walking away, blonde flavor of the week still in tow.
"So he's going to seduce her?" Finn confirmed with Colin. The other nodded. "Care to place a bet?"
"What, you don't think Logan can do it?" Colin asked in surprise.
"Oh, it's not a matter of if he can do it, it's a matter of when he does it that intrigues me. After all, women have never been able to resist the charm of one Logan Huntzberger."
"True, but he's only got a week this time…" Colin stated in contemplation. "So let's 48 hours?"
"Nah," Finn shook his head. "I figure this one will put up a little fight. She is with Tristan DuGray after all. I say four days."
"You've got yourself a bet Finn."
(Break)
"That was incredible!" Marty exclaimed in delight as soon as the group was out of earshot. "Did you see their faces? You are my hero!" Rory smirked in satisfaction at the victory.
"I try my best."
"Yeah, no one ever talks to them like that!" Marty continued, "I mean they're sort of like the big men on campus, especially Logan Huntzberger. You sure gave it to him!"
"Huntzberger, as in the newspaper empire?" Rory asked with a raised eyebrow.
"The very same" Marty confirmed. "You're regretting it now, aren't you?"
"No, not at all," Rory assured with a smile. " I just expected the Huntzberger heir to be more mature than that. He is inheriting most of the newspapers in the country, after all."
"Yeah, well, those are usually the immature spoiled kind" Marty replied with a shrug. "How'd you come up with all that stuff about him anyway?"
"My boyfriend used to be like him," Rory explained. "I guess I just caught on to the similarities."
"Oh…Boyfriend…" Marty repeated in disappointment. "…. Yeah…"
"I think this is it!" Rory announced, oblivious to his sudden mood change as she pointed to Branford College. "Am I right?"
"Yeah." They entered the house in silence and walked down the dark hallway.
"Creepy…" Rory shivered. Marty couldn't help but smile.
"This is it, " he announced as he stopped in front of a door labeled 4B.
"Well, thank you so much Marty, you truly were a godsend!" Rory thanked with much enthusiasm.
"Your welcome. It was really nice meeting you, Rory."
"Oh you too!" To his surprise, she reached up and hugged him. He hugged her back awkwardly. "I hope I see you again next time I come to visit."
"Maybe" he replied. "Well, I'll leave you to catch up with your friend now. Bye."
"Bye!" Rory called before knocking on the door. Marty nodded and began to walk off down the hallway. Turning his head, he gave her a last look.
'Beautiful, smart, nice and funny. Girls like that don't stay single,' he thought with a sight. 'It's not like I had a chance anyway.'
(Break)
"So spill," Paris demanded as soon as she pulled Rory into her dorm room. "How's your relationship with DuGray coming along?" Used to her quick demands, Rory didn't miss a beat as she took of her coat and made herself comfortable on the couch.
Sometimes Rory truly wondered how she became such good friends with Paris. They were just so different. Aside from good marks and working on their respective university papers, the two really had nothing in common.
Rory supposed that she gravitated towards Paris Gellar in her Chilton years because she was the only girl in the whole school that wasn't a superficial trophy wife in waiting. Bossy and neurotic, yes, but never brainless. Their relationship started off rocky, but eventually settled into a mutual agreement to coexist. It was not until senior year at Chilton that the two began to see each other as friends. Now they talked regularly on the phone, despite the large distance separating Harvard and Yale.
"It's going great!" Rory announced, "We have our five months anniversary next week."
"Who'd of thought that Tristan DuGray would be such good boyfriend material back in the Chilton days?" Paris commented. "So you guys going anywhere for spring break?"
"Yeah, we're heading over to Mexico with a bunch of friends" Rory replied.
"So how's Hayden taking this?"
"I think Miles has learned to accept it," Rory answered with a shrug. "He knows I'm not going to break up with Tristan no matter what he says, so his complaints have died down recently."
"Maybe he's planning something," Paris immediately supplied in her usual paranoid tone. "Maybe he's just waiting for the opportune time to strike, so he's making you think it's safe in the meantime."
"Or maybe he's just being a good older sibling and respecting my choices" Rory added.
"Yeah, sure," Paris snorted, " And I'm the tooth fairy."
"I knew it!" Rory exclaimed, "I thought I saw you wearing a string of teeth around your neck."
"You're a regular comedian, Gilmore" Paris remarked sarcastically. "Now come on, I'll introduce you to my boyfriend."
"So I guess you and Doyle have finally established the whole social aspect of your relationship?" Rory inquired.
"Yeah, but he still thinks I'm just using him for the sex."
"And are you?"
"Well, yeah."
(Break)
Logan was still in a state of irritation. Nobody told him off like that, especially not some new girl who had no idea about the current hierarchy on campus, or else she would never have dared. But he supposed that he could give her credits for bravery and originality. And it was uncanny how close to the truth she came. It still gave him uneasy shivers.
However, despite his irritation, he was also intrigued by her. She was different, that's for sure. And her startling blue eyes. He had the uncanny feeling that he saw those same set of orbs somewhere else before. He just couldn't remember where for the life of him.
'Maybe I just need to get her out of my system?' Logan thought, 'Just one night should do the trick.'
"What are you thinking about, mate?" Finn inquired as he swindled up beside his friend.
"Probably still about that reporter girl," Colin hypothesized as he took pace on Logan's side. "She got him good! It'll take him a while to get used to the taste of defeat. It came quite sudden, after all."
"Shut up Colin," Logan muttered while shooting the other blonde a glare.
"Well, you must admit that you want to get her back for it right?" Colin countered.
"Yes…" Logan admitted. Suddenly, a huge mischievous grin appeared on Finn's face as he looked over Logan's shoulder.
"How badly?" The Australian pushed, his grin widening to an impossible degree.
"I suppose very badly, why?" Logan asked skeptically, not liking the look on his friend's face. When Finn wore that expression, things generally didn't bode well.
"Because mate, here's your chance," Finn revealed as he pointed over Logan's shoulder. Both blondes turned around to see what he meant, and sure enough, there stood the aforementioned reporter girl in line for coffee. Logan immediately began to saunter off towards her with a look of determination set upon his face. The two remaining friends eyed each other with amusement before following.
Rory, impatiently tapping her foot for the next caffeine fix, immediately saw the approaching group and groaned.
"This booth must be cursed…." She muttered under her breath. It was the same booth she was unable to pay her coffee at this morning.
"Hey Ace," greeted the leading blonde cheerfully. A little too cheerfully for Rory's taste.
"Ace?" Rory asked in confusion.
"As in ace reporter, since you seem to be so good at it," Logan explained nonchalantly. "So what brings you out on this fine evening? The healthy fresh air? The exiting nightlife? The unbarring guilt when looking at yourself in the mirror?"
"Guilt?" Rory echoed with narrowed eyes.
"Yes, guilt." Logan replied with a smirk, liking the way she so easily took the bait. Victory was almost insight! "Guilt at your hypocrisy."
"Hypocrisy?" Rory cried, narrowing her eyes further until they were two blue slits of fire.
"Yeah, you accuse me of being irresponsibly rich, unbarringly shallow and emotionally inept, but you're not exactly innocent of these crimes either." Logan began, his mirth intensifying with each statement. "You disdain me for my easy wealth and superficiality, but looking at your Gucci bag and designer clothes, not to mention that five karat gold bracelet, I'd say that you're not so averse to material pleasures either. Now, you could say that you earned the money through long hours of hard labor, but I get the distinct feeling through your lily-white hands that you didn't. You also came to these accusations without even knowing me, thus making you highly judgmental, which is also an emotional flaw I hear, and can also be called snobbery. So in light of all this, you accuse me of the same crimes that you yourself are guilty of, making you a hypocrite."
Rory regarded the blonde in bafflement as his two friends snickered in the background, patting him on the back for a job well done.
"Good one Logan." Colin congratulated, "You definitely made your point. She's speechless."
"Nice one, mate," Finn agreed.
"What, no smart comebacks, Ace?" Logan taunted, his smirk now on full blast. "I'm disappointed." Rory immediately came out of her shock and fumed at not having an argument ready.
"On don't worry love, you'll get him next time," Finn comforted, patting her on the back.
"Why you butt-faced miscreant!" Rory burst out all of a sudden, startling the group. "I'm not the one who acted so condescendingly to a fellow schoolmate, so don't' you accuse me of being snobby! I like nice stuff, which is fine, but I don't flaunt them in people's face! And most of all, I'm not a hypocrite! I just don't like it when people hurt my friends."
"You know, angry works for you." Logan announced out of the blue. "Look, I'm sorry if I hurt your friend's feelings. All I said was hello and that I think he made a kick ass margarita."
"It's not what you said, it's how you said it." Rory explained, still fuming.
"How'd I say it?" Logan inquired with a raised brow.
"Like Judi Dench."
"Ouch."
"Just because somebody doesn't have money or a fancy family doesn't mean they're inferior to you," Rory stated with conviction.
"I agree" Logan replied. "Now let's bury the hatchet and start anew. I'm Logan Huntzberger." He extended his hand with a friendly smile while eyeing her with interest. She regarded him in confusion.
"Um, Rory Gilmore," she finally replied skeptically, shaking his hand.
"This is Finn and Colin," Logan introduced, waiving at his two friends. Both men looked amused at the sudden turnabout. "Would you like to join us at the pub?"
"No thanks," Rory quickly refused. "I was just going to get a coffee and head home. I have to drive, so alcohol is definitely out of the question."
"They serve coffee there Ace," Logan assured with a charming smile. "And it's much better than this. Come on." Rory looked at him funnily for still being called Ace, but decided to let the matter drop.
"Um, really, I have to go, " she tried to decline politely. "It's going to get dark soon and I have a long drive ahead so…"
"Oh just one hour won't make a difference Ace, come one!" Logan persuaded. "It's the beginning of spring break, you have a whole week to do whatever you need to do at home."
"Well…" Roy replied with uncertainty. "Fine, just for an hour. But I want to make it known that I usually don't go to pubs with random guys I just met."
"Loud and clear Ace," he replied before grasping her hand and pulling her in the direction of the pub. A wide grin lit his face.
"He's going to score tonight…" Colin commented lightly as he regarded the two leaving figures.
"How cute, he's even got a nickname for her." Finn remarked, "It's quite unprecedented."
"Maybe this one will stay around for more than a week then," Colin replied as they made to follow the couple.
(Break)
It was two hours and 5 cappuccinos later and Rory has yet to leave the festive atmosphere.
"…So Finn walked across the room naked!" Colin concluded, sending Rory into uncontrolled fits of laughter for the umpteenth time that night.
"Seriously?" She chocked out in between laughs. "What did the people do?"
"I never turn down a dare!" Finn announced proudly. "And by the time they came out of shock, I was long gone."
"But someone there must've know who you are, right?" Rory asked.
"I'm afraid very few did. I seldom come out before dark." Finn replied, "The sun hurts my eyes."
"What?"
"He means that he's usually too hung over to wake up before six pm, Ace," Logan explained in good humor.
"Finn, you are truly a character," Rory declared with a big grin. Suddenly, she caught sight of the time from the clock across the room. "Shit!"
"What?" Logan asked.
"I have to go. Look at the time!" Rory cried in alarm. Finn looked.
"It's only eight, love." He stated in confusion.
"Yeah, but I promised my mom that I'd be home by now," Rory explained.
"Then call her," Logan suggested, "and stay for a while longer."
"No, I should really get going…" Rory sighed as she finished her sixth cup of cappuccino. "It was really great hanging with you guys. You're a lot more fun than I though."
"We strive to impress," Colin remarked. "So has your initial opinion of us changed?"
"It has improved somewhat…" Rory replied with a playful glint in her eyes.
"Then we should do this more often, love" Finn announced. "I assume you're coming back on Monday?"
"Oh no, I don't go to school here," Rory quickly corrected. "I just came to visit an old friend." A look of extreme disappointment immediately washed over Logan's once jovial features.
"But you go to school close to here right?" Colin immediately asked, noticing his friend's sudden mood change.
"Actually, no. I go to Harvard."
"Well, all the more reason for you to stay a little longer then," Logan reasoned, coming out of his discontent to seize the opportunity with his usual debonair charm. "Besides, it'll give me a chance to ask you out."
"Except I have a boyfriend," Rory stated with amusement. Logan waved it off as an irrelevance.
"Why don't I take you out after spring break, Ace? I could fly over to Harvard for the weekend or I could send the jet to you" he suggested. "We could do something fun." Rory regarded him with an arched brow.
"I'm guessing the status of a girl doesn't much bother you" she remarked.
"Hey, you're young. It's college, a time for fun; so don't limit yourself to just one choice. Explore. Experiment. Besides, it's not like you're married to your boyfriend yet." Logan reasoned casually. But before Rory could state her obvious objections, her cell began ringing.
"I'm just running late. I'm coming home now." Rory answered right away, thinking it was a worried Lorelei on the other end.
"Miss me that much Mary?" Tristan asked in amusement.
"Oh, Tris." Rory realized, "I thought you were my mom."
"So what are you wearing?" Tristan asked coyly.
"Clothes," Rory replied with a smirk. "And that's all you get mister. I'm at a pub right now, hanging out with some people I just met at Yale. I was actually just about to head home when you called. Mom's expecting me back hours ago."
"Alright…" Tristan sighed. She could tell he was pouting on the other end. "I guess we'll have to cut this conversation short. After all, I don't want you to wonder around after dark. A lot can happen to a beautiful girl after dark, you know."
"Charmer," Rory remarked as she rolled her eyes. "I'll call you as soon as I get home."
"Talk to you later then."
"Bye."
"Bye Mary."
"I'm guessing that's the boyfriend?" Logan asked as soon as she hung up, somewhat cold.
"Yep," Rory replied cheerfully as she slipped the phone back into her purse. "And it just proves to show that not all of us feel it's a burden to be tied down to one choice."
"I suppose we all have our own theories" Logan concluded with a stiff shrug.
"True," she agreed as she got up. A smile graced her features and her eyes sparkled with life. However, Logan pretended not to notice. "Well, it's been really fun hanging with you guys. Maybe I'll see you all again the next time I come visit."
"It's a date!" Finn promised cheerfully, not noticing the glare Colin sent him in regards to Logan.
"I'll hold you to it Finn." Rory laughed. "Bye boys. Stay out of trouble!" She called as she headed out the door with one last wave.
"She was nice" Colin commented after a long pause, looking at Logan.
"Yeah, well, I guess it's best this way." He replied with a shrug. "She wasn't the type for a one night stand anyway. Now onto important matters. About tomorrow…"
(Break)
"I can't believe you're letting her come, Tristan," Mark declared with disbelief. "You do know that Logan Huntzberger will be there right?"
"Yeah, I know…" Tristan sighed while running a hand through his messy blonde hair. It was a habit that manifested itself every time he was nervous or frustrated. "But I can hardly forbid her. She's a member of the CCB after all. I don't have a reason not to let her come."
The three friends were sitting on the living room floor of the posh apartment they shared. Being close, the other two knew of the long-standing rivalry Tristan shared with the Huntzberger heir, but they were still sketchy on how the hostilities began. No one but the two rivals knew the exact details of how it all began.
"Tell her it's for the health of your relationship," Mark suggested.
"By the way Rory," Tristan recounted dryly. "You can't come because Logan Huntzberger will probably be trying to seduce you to get back at me, but we'll celebrate our five months anniversary as soon as I get back."
"It is like that though, " Mark countered. 'And Logan Huntzberger is known to be quite good with the ladies. Almost as good as you were, Tristan. If she goes, this may very well be the end of your relationship."
"I trust Rory," Tristan stated. "She's not that kind of girl that would go for Logan Huntzberger. Remember how long it took me to get her to agree on a date?"
"True," Ryan spoke up for the first time. "And it is only for a week. Just keep her close to you all the time and you should be fine, Tristan."
"Yeah," agreed Tristan. "And it's not like there'll be lots of time for the two societies to mingle. After all, it's a competition, not a bonding session."
"Well, if you're sure…" Mark shrugged, "But I don't have a good feeling about this."
"Are you sure it's not from the chili fries you ate last night?" Ryan asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Maybe… But we'll keep an eye on her anyway, just to make sure."
"Guys, Rory won't go for Logan Huntzberger," Tristan stated with certainty. "He's not her type."