"Same old, Frank", she said to the old man that sold her the cigarettes she smoked everyday. It really was, the same old pack every, single time.

"You know, Rory, one of these days, these things are gunna kill you", said Frank, handing her the same, old yellow pack. She gave him the money, and took the pack, immediately lighting one up and taking a drag.

"Yeah, that's what I'm hoping for", and she turned around, putting her hand up and waving to him, while putting the rest of her smokes in her bag. Walking down the street, she saw the coffee shop she'd been in yesterday. She would have gone in, but those guys were in there again.

"Great, now I'm going to have to find a new café…" she muttered to herself, scowling at the lady walking past her. Clomping her way past the café's window, she prayed they wouldn't see her, and if they did wouldn't come to talk to her.

Of course, she thought ironically, god does hate me so I doubt he'll hear my prayers. Taking another drag, she coughed a bit, and threw the cigarette down. She really was trying to quit. Really.

She felt the wind blow her hair around, and grabbed her hair, putting it up in a ponytail with a band she kept around her wrist. Still walking along, she crossed the street at the intersection and look at the other people strolling along, and living their lives. She saw another guy, dressed much like herself, and wondered if maybe he was worse off than she was.

Heading into a McDonalds, she smelt that wonderful French fry smell, and got in line to order some. Their coffee sucked, but their fries were amazing.

"So, we meet again", she heard from behind her, and turned to see the blonde guy from yesterday. Rolling her eyes, she turned back around and proceeded to ignore his presence. She'd done it many times before.

"Sorry about my friends, the other day. They shouldn't have bothered you like that." The apology surprised her, but she just figured it was his way of getting into her pants. Or, well, skirt.

A silence passed, and she cringed slightly at the 3 year old kid in the corner who was sobbing his eyes out because he didn't get the right toy.

"Wow, I think I might go deaf…" the blonde behind her again. He just couldn't take a hint, could he?

Turning around again, she looked him up and down, taking in the same casual, unoriginal kind of clothes she saw everybody wearing. He smirked at her, thinking she was checking him out.

"Hi, I'm Logan," he extended his hand out to her, waiting for her to shake it.

"If I didn't shake your friends hand, what makes you think I'm going to shake your hand?" Rory asked him, raising her eyebrows, and backing up slowly because the line was moving.

He took his hand back, and seemed to shrug nonchalantly.

"Exactly," she said, turning back around, and waiting impatiently for the guy in front of her to order his food already.

Finally, the man got his food, and before she went up to order she turned back around to give the blonde a good glare, but saw he wasn't there. Scrunching up her eyebrows, she turned back around once again, and jumped slightly when she saw him standing in front of her, still smirking at her.

"Couldn't resist another look at me, huh?" He said, and Rory decided she really didn't like this guy. Looking past him to the girl at the counter, she ordered a large fry.

"And 3 big Macs, with fries and 2 cokes and a diet dr. pepper, please," said the Logan guy, and Rory gaped at him while the server went off to get the food.

"Excuse me, but if you think I'm going to pay for all of that, then obviously you've lost a few marbles running around in your head," said Rory, in a very bad mood now. He looked at her amused, which only fueled her anger even more.

"Don't worry, I'll pay. For your fries too," he said, pulling out his wallet.

"I don't need your charity, thanks," she said, because although she preferred to not talk at all, she couldn't resist telling this guy off. She pulled out her own wallet, and stepped up so she was right at the counter.

"It's not charity. It's just me paying for your fries as an apology to irritating you, and ordering my food, when obviously I had no right to order when you were clearly in line before me," he said, taking out his credit card, and putting it on the counter, which just so happened to be when the server came back. She took his card, and Rory glared daggers at Logan's head while the server gave him the receipt.

She grabbed her food roughly off the counter, and stalked out of the McDonalds, now officially in a very fowl mood.

What nerve had he? Acting like she was just another one of those girls who swooned and giggled grotesquely while he attempted to act like he was actually interested in her. And paying for her food? Like she was just some poor girl living on the street. If only he knew the half of it. God, she thought, if only I could just be invisible, then maybe I wouldn't have to put with jerks like him.

"Ok, I know you think I'm a jerk," she heard from behind her, and started, shocked to see him running to catch up with her, McDonalds bags in his hands, along with drinks and his wallet.

Had she said the jerk thing out loud?

Turning away from him, she started walking faster, hoping the amount of stuff he was holding would slow him down, and he would stop following her. Unfortunately, and to her great chagrin, her little plan didn't work, and she found him walking beside her, matching her stride for stride. She was sort of impressed, but she wasn't about to let him know that.

"What do you want?" Rory asked, stopping abruptly, catching Logan off-guard. He look to her a little surprised, but instead of replying, placed his things on the ground, then put his wallet in his pocket, and picked his things back up again. "Well?"

"Look, I know what you're going to say already, but I just wanted to know if you wanted to go grab some coffee or something, sometime…?"

"No."

"C'mon. What did I ever do to you? Pay for your fries? Is that some sort of criminal offense in your book, or something?"

She glared at him some more, and resumed her walking, once again attempting to ignore his presence. She got to the intersection and crossed the street again, heading back to her grandparents house, and her pool house. She really needed to get an apartment of her own. Then again, that meant a job, and she wasn't really all that social.

Taking a look over her shoulder, she saw that the Logan guy had stopped following her, and she sighed with relief. Passing the café she saw his two friends weren't in there anymore, and looked ahead of her to see them all piling into his porche. She made a disgusted face, while they all looked at her after Logan had said something to them, and laughed, then closed the doors.

As she continued walking, she turned back into the little store where she bought her cigarettes.

"Another pack, Frank. I'm trying to speed up this death process."