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A/N: Okay, so I was little disappointed with the feeeback on that last chapter. I got a lot for the first and then about half as many for the second. If you did review, thank you. For those who are reading adn not reviewing, please reviews. Reviews help me develop better chapters, I cannot stress that enough. I need to hear what you guys think, otherwise I don't know if I am doing a good job or not. Please review! Here is the new chapter, I hope that you all enjoy it.

Chapter Three: How Many Kropogs to Wallowville?

"Dude, do you know the girl who went with Robert to Finn's party?" Colin asked Logan. They were sitting at the Pub and drinking beer, speaking lazily about the prior night's party. There was a bowl of pretzels in the middle of the table, but neither Logan nor Colin touched it. They didn't want to chance killing their satisfactory buzz with something as heinous as carbohydrates.

"Kinda," Logan responded to Colin's question after a slight lull, "I kind of know her,"
"You kind of know her? Did you sleep with her?"

"She has a boyfriend,"

"Did you sleep with her?" Logan sighed inwardly taking another long swig of his beer. His friends were persistent and also were quite wrong about him. He would never sleep with someone that he knew was taken. He had been cheated on before and did not want to put any other poor sucker in that situation, it wasn't a pleasurable one to be in.

"No, I did not sleep with her,"

"That's surprising,"

"What?"

"Everyone knows that you sleep with anything that has nice perky breasts,"

"Colin, that's not true,"

"Come on Logan, you know that it is,"

"I don't just sleep with anyone,"

"Logan,"

"I haven't slept with her," Logan said, gesturing to a nearby girl. As he looked at the girl he had just claimed he hadn't slept with he began to notice things about her, little things that surprised him. The first thing he noticed was the dark, raven black color of her hair, the color that looked almost artificial, but that he knew was natural. He noticed the way she lazily leaned against the wall, her back arching. Immediately after her killer body he noticed a small tattoo on the inside of her wrist, the tattoo that used to bear his name.

"Shit," Logan muttered, making Colin turn to the unassuming blonde.

"Well man, I'm pretty sure that you slept with her,"

"What the hell is she doing here?"

"I don't know. Maybe she goes here," By now the girl had noticed their peculiar behavior and then identified them as two of the three stooges that she had known since her childhood. She approached them, all smiles, but they weren't smiling back.

"Logan, Colin, hi!" She happily plopped next to Colin, smiling brightly, she had obviously forgotten why they all hadn't talked in two years.

"Hi Tiffany," Colin said dryly, deciding to be polite. She smiled and looked at Logan, her eyes sparkling.

"Come on Boss, I don't even get a hello?" He immediately bristled at her using his old nickname. He had gone through a Who's The Boss? phase and she had given him that nickname. She thought it was so funny, back when they were friends, before Nicole's Halloween party, the night that ended it all.

"Do you really think that you deserve one?"

"It's been two years Logan," She said, stressing his given name, "I thought you'd be over it,"

"I am over it, but that doesn't mean that I suddenly liked you again,"

"Don't be so overdramatic Boss," She teased, her playful tone only aggravating him more, "I've changed, I swear. Things are better now. My parents finally got divorced, I'm here at Yale, life is good. I'm sorry that I hurt you, I never meant to,"

"Just like you didn't mean to have sex with Ross?" She could tell that she was on thin ice and decided to take the easy way out. Instead of telling the truth and admitting that she found Ross irresistible and took the first chance she got to sleep with him, she was going to go with the fabricated, but easier to take story.

"Logan, that was a mistake, I realize that now. I hurt you, and I'm sorry for that, but I can't undo the past. All I can do is try to mend it and make the future better," Logan looked at her, trying to decide if she was sincere or not. She was a good actress, that he knew, and he didn't want to be roped in again by her, but he had to admit it was good to see her. With all the time he'd spent thinking about Rory, it was good to see someone from the past, someone who reminded him of who Logan Huntzberger really was.

"Alright let's move on," Colin looked at his friend, surprised. He didn't think that Logan should give up so easily, and was also pretty sure that he as under the influence of Tiffany's charm, but there was nothing he could do. Logan was a big boy, he could decide whether he wanted to forgive someone or not.

"Great," Tiffany said smiling widely, "Then we're friends. This is great, it will be just like old times!" She squealed happily, gazing at the boy in front of her. With one last diabolical thought she directed her attention to the pretzel bowl and happilly dug in.

"I think I'm coming down with a cold," Paris muttered angrily, wiping her nose with the Puff tissue that she had just pulled out of its colorful box. Rory looked at Paris sympathetically, her friend's nose bright and raw.

"I think you've already come down with it Paris,"

"Oh, isn't this just great? I get a cold, the day before I have to do my first big debate,"

"You have a debate tomorrow?" Rory asked as she picked out an outfit from her closet. Dean was meeting her on campus and she wanted to look good.

"Yes, I'm going against this blonde girl, I don't know her name but she looks like a rich bimbo who knows nothing else except the designer of Chanel what color eyeliner looks best,"

"So I'm guessing that she doesn't know how many kropogs it is from the library to...let's say...our dorm?"

"I highly doubt that she even knows what a kropog is," Rory smiled, shaking her head.

"It really is a wonder what money can do in this world,"

"Yes, without her daddy's money she'd be on her ass in a community college, biting on her pencil deciding whether to work at JC Penny's or have the coveted spot of McDonalds manager," Rory laughed, changing quickly into her new outfit.

"Paris, you're terrible," She watched as Paris erupted into a coughing fit, her cheeks flushing. When she was done she sat down, winded.

"See, you got punished for what you said before,"

"Since when are you a religious person?"

"I'm not, I just believe in karma, just like Madge," Paris shook her head, no longer trying to decipher or understand what Rory said. Her friend smiled, grabbing her purse and then rushing out. Dean was going to be arriving soon and she didn't want him braving rich kid central without her.

She walked quickly through the campus, heading towards Fell Hall, the building at which she was meeting Dean. As she walked she took in her surroundings, the trees, the students, she loved it all. She loved everything about Yale and was more than happy that she had chosen it. As she was walking she noticed Logan. He was walking with a tall lanky girl with dark hair that was almost black. She was beautiful, almost exotic, yet she looked very American at the same time. She was so busy thinking about the mystery girl that she didn't even notice when she arrived at Fell Hall, passing it up as she walked.

"Rory!" She stopped, Dean's voice bringing her back to reality. She quickly turned around running to him. She jumped straight into his arms, wrapping hers around his neck, feeling his developed muscles beneath her hands which were rested on his back.

"Hello," He said, laughing, he hadn't expected that type of reaction. He had expected it to be awkward, just like all of their phone calls, but it wasn't. She looked at him, her blue eyes looking into his and then kissed him deeply. While he felt a fire burn in him as her lips pressed against his, she did not feel one thing. She kissed him deeper, trying to find something but only found emptiness. She pulled away, her eyes teary and her face blank.

"Rory, what's wrong?" She pulled him in for another kiss, convinced that something monumental would suddenly happen, something that she was waiting for. She pulled away, wiping her eyes.

"It's gone,"

"What?"

"Everything, everything is gone. It's not right," She said, something suddenly dawning on her, "It never was,"

"Rory, what's going on? Tell me, please," She looked at him, tears now streaming down her face like rivers on the face of a country.

"This isn't right,"

"What?" The lump in her throat was so large now that she could hardly speak. He brought his hand up to her face, tenderly wiping away the tears dripping down her ivory skin.

"I...I...,"

"Rory, listen, I love you. I do, I would do anything for you. Rory, I love you," She looked straight at him, regaining her voice.

"But...I don't think I love you," He didn't respond, too shocked for words. He looked at her, the words resounding in his head. She didn't love him, his Rory, the girl he loved and always would, didn't feel the same way. He pulled away from her, the gesture becoming more cold than he intended.

"Dean," She said weakly, hoping that she could somehow justify what she had just said, but he didn't give her a chance. He just turned around and walked away, not looking back once. She sat down on the steps on Fell Hall and took out her cell phone, dialing quickly.

"Hello?"

"Rory, what's wrong?" She heard her mother's worried tone and immediately felt bad. She didn't mean to alarm her mom, she had just needed someone to talk to.

"I broke up with Dean,"

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry,"

"He looked crushed,"

"Well, he lost a Gilmore, he has good reason to look that way,"

"I guess he'll be going back to Lindsay,"
"Things are better of this way babe,"

"I'm not so sure,"

"Rory, believe me, things are better off this way. Now you can go and wallow, mourn the loss of him and then go on with your life,"

"But-"

"Remember when you skipped wallowing before? Not a pretty picture Rory. Go get The Notebook, some other really sappy movies and cry your eyes out. You need to do this, get it out of your system,"

"Mom,"

"Yeah?"

"Could you do something for me?"

"Anything babe, anything," Rory paused before continuing.

"Do you think you could wallow with me?"

"Red vines or whipped cream?"

"Both,"

"Wow, this is going to be one hard core wallowing, I will be there as soon as I can babe,"

"Thanks mom,"

A/N: Okay, so I didn't know if I should write the wallowing in this chapter or the next one, and I decided for the next one. I hope you enjoyed it. If you did or if you didn't, let me know! PLEASE REVIEW!