Chapter Three

Rory's POV

I glanced at the clock on the bedside table and it read: 2:15 A.M. I still couldn't sleep because every time I closed my eyes I saw them on the couch kissing. I hear Logan's voice in the background saying that he loves me.

I think the memory when Dean came to Chilton and saw me with Tristan and he didn't believe me when I told him that it wasn't what he thought. I was tempted to call Logan up and apologize and go meet him at Yale. I actually picked up the phone and let my finger hover over the first digit of his number. I then remembered that these were different circumstances. Tristan had been carrying my books, I never kissed him. There was a difference. I slammed the phone down on it's hanger and stared out the window. It was dark but I could see the moon. I wished that it would snow just so that something good would happen to make this all seem OK.

I sat there for another half hour just staring out the window and I saw something fall from the sky. I thought that maybe it would be snow but I could hear it hit the windows and I knew that it was rain. The enemy of snow, the opposite of all that was good. I figured that it meant that instead of something good happening, only bad would come of the day ahead. I didn't know how things could get worse then they already were but I figured that they could.

I picked up the phone and called home. I hoped that mom would be there and not in Luke's apartment, I didn't have the number, and it would be weird to call there since I never had before. After five rings mom picked up the phone with a groggy voice.

"Hello?"

"Mom. It's Rory." I started to cry even though I hadn't even said anything but who I was.

"Rory, what's wrong?"

"You were right. I never should of trusted Logan." I blubbered out.

"Rory, what happened?" Mom wasn't groggy anymore she was concerned and I couldn't tell her anything that could make her less concerned.

"He cheated on me, right in front of me."

"What?"

"He ch-"

"I know what you said, but why?"

"Well Paris said because-"

"Wait, how does Paris know?" I realized then that I had made a mistake by talking about Paris now of all times. I hated lying to her but I had to.

"She was there, at the party with us." I cried more because I was lying to the one person who would always care, no matter what.

"Oh." Lorelai sounded uncertain if that was really the truth but she trusted her daughter. She had to, it was the unwritten law.

When I hung up the phone after telling mom everything and convincing her not to come over here to comfort me I continued staring out the window. Then I saw a face appear and I almost screamed until I realized who it was. Logan, once again come to say that he was sorry. I walked to the window and opened it. It had stopped raining and he wasn't wet so I figured he had waited until the storm stopped to come to apologize. Unless he had sat in the driveway until the rain stopped but that seemed almost too unlikely, for Logan anyway.

"Rory, I know you don't want to hear this, but I am sorry."

"I know you are sorry. You have told me that three times and let me tell you I still don't forgive you."

"Well can't you just forget it ever happened, like you didn't see it?"

"What difference would it make, that would just mean that you were keeping something from me."

"But if you never knew then I could make it stop, right?"

"No. And I won't just shrug it off like it didn't matter, it did matter Logan, it mattered a lot."

"How does it matter that much? It was just a kiss."

"It's not just the kiss, you broke a promise Logan. A promise that meant a lot."

"But can't I just make a new one to make the broken one stronger?" Rory stared at him for a minute.

"That makes no sense."
"Neither does what I did, but I did it anyway."

"You are very slow, stop trying to make this OK. It will never be OK." I started to shut the window but Logan stopped me.

"I will make this better. I will fix this."

"No you won't." Through the half open window I pushed him away and closed it. Then to seal my word I locked the window and closed the curtains. I walked back to my bed and laid there, maybe now I could sleep.