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Chapter Four: Thinking Is Overrated

"Logan, where were you?" Colin asked, Finn emerging from his room, his hair messy from a mid-afternoon nap.

"I was out,"

"You left almost four hours ago,"

"Who are you? My mother?" Logan figured that Colin would get the message, but his stubborn friend blazed on.

"I know you weren't studying,"

"I was thinking,"

"Thinking is overrated mate!" Finn chimed in, his words less slurred than usual, but still a bit incoherent, "and it tends to hurt,"

"What happened to make you think?" Colin asked, "Usually the thinking cap doesn't come on unless something is wrong,"

"Did you seriously just use a thinking cap reference?"

"Don't dodge the question,"

"Nothing happened,"

"Logan-"

"Let's just go drink, okay? You don't mind hitting a few and Finn is perpetually drunk, let's just go have fun," Colin sighed, giving in.

"Fine, let's go drink,"

"Why did I let you drag me here?" Rory asked, sitting at mahogany table at The Pub. Rory hated The Pub for several reasons. One, she did not drink, the thought of drunken karaoke scared her and she never touched alcohol. Also, she wasn't Irish and she found the whole theme of The Pub a bit too 'top of the morning' for her taste.

"Rory, you said you wanted to go out,"

"Yes out, like for a walk or something,"

"You don't go for walks, that includes exercise, something you avoid at all costs,"

"So not the point! I don't want to be the third wheel on your date with Jamie,"

"Well, at least you're out," Rory pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. Jamie had just arrived and looked at Paris with a smile.

"I see you dragged Rory here, or is that just the usual expression on her face?"

"Jamie, don't talk unless you want be to stab your jugular," Jamie smiled, turning to Rory.

"See, that is not an empty threat anymore seeing that she now knows where my jugular is,"

"Damn that premed," Rory said with a smile.

"So how are you Rory?"

"Fine,"

"Why aren't you on a date?" Before Rory could respond to Jamie's question Paris answered for her, her voice not sympathetic in the least.

"She's become a loner since she's broken up with Jess, that's why she's alone tonight,"

"No I haven't,"

"Rory-"

"I just got asked out yesterday!" Paris looked at her, eyebrows raised.

"Who?" Rory paused, Logan's face in her mind. She didn't feel like divulging the topic of Logan to Paris, so she decided to just ignore the question completely.

"I'm going to get some air,"

"You're in denial," Rory rolled her eyes, walking away. She wasn't in denial, she just...regretted her decision. She walked out, sinking onto the pavement. She needed to talk to someone, anyone. She pulled out her cellphone and dialed the familiar number, her fingers trembling. Each ring made her heart pound and when the voice answered she couldn't help but smile with relief.

"Hey Jess, it's me,"

Logan sat at the table, patiently listening to the girl next to him ramble on about a sorority mixer. He tried to appear interested, intrigued by yet another groping football player taking advantage of the overly eager freshman, but he found that his ability was low. He finally stood up, the perils of mixers proving to just be too much for him.

"I'm going to get some air,"

"Okay, hurry back!"

"Not a chance," He muttered as he walked out of the doors of the Pub. The wind hit his face and he felt a slight mist of rain against his skin. He noticed a girl against the wall, her cell phone in her hands. She was staring at the phone, mumbling to herself. I was the mumbling that caught his attention, the high pitched voice that had haunted him for days.

"Ace?" The girl looked up at him, her clear blue eyes misty.

"Oh, hi Logan,"

"What are you doing on the ground?"

"I like the ground,"

"It's concrete,"

"Do you have something against concrete?"

"Besides it being hard adn cold, no," Rory nodded, looking at her cell phone again.

"What is so interesting about your cell phone? Your eyes are glued on it,"

"Surprised that they aren't glued to you?"

"Yes, I'm appalled," Rory sighed, looking up at him. He was amazed at the pain in her eyes, the depths that the two blue pools held.

"Why are you out here?"

"Maybe I like concrete,"

"I think you pretty much stated that you didn't,"

"Good point, I went out with my friends, bimbo blonde found me, I escaped through the nearest exit,"

"Bimbo blonde?"

"Trust fund and all. What about you? Were you harassed by some himbo?" Rory smiled at the 'himbo' reference.

"Actually, I'm a third wheel on Paris's date,"

"Choice?"

"Force,"

"I should've known, seeing that it's Paris and all. So you're not here on a date?" Rory smiled, shaking her head.

"Nope, you?"

"I am an innocent bystander," Rory nodded, looking ahead at the rain, now coming down in sheets. She felt Logan sit beside her and felt her body grow warm, his close proximity affecting her.

"It's raining," Rory commented, her voice soft.

"You're quite observant," Rory nodded, looking out at the rain. The drops fell like bullets, splattering against the hard pavement. Logan looked over at her, noting how dismal she seemed, almost more dismal than the weather.

"Ace, what's going on?" She paused for a moment and then responded, her voice thick with emotion.

"I just called my ex-boyfriend,"

"Boyfriend?"

"We broke up before I met you, about two weeks ago. I've been thinking about him lately, I don't know why. I had basically been the one to end it. I wasn't happy,"

"I'm sorry,"

"I called him and he tried to get back with me. He told me he loved me and that he was sorry, and, he sounded so sincere. I wanted to believe him, but-" She stopped, her cheeks flushed. She realized that she had just spilled out her entire Jess story to Logan and she was mortified.

"Logan, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be telling you all of this,"

"Why not?"

"You asked me out, and I well...I said no. I shouldn't be talking to you about guys,"

"We're friends Ace. You can tell me anything," Rory looked at him, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. One escaped, rolling down her cheek. Logan brought his hand to her face, tenderly wiping away the tear. When he looked into her eyes he stopped, his hand still resting on her cheek.

"Ace," He whispered softly, her face moving closer to his. Finally their lips met and all at once a fire erupted between them. Logan caressed her face, tilting her head back slightly, his hand moving back to her hair. Rory placed her hand on his shoulder, kissing him back hungrily. She was kissing Logan, she couldn't believe that she was kissing Logan. As the reality of the situation occurred to her, the horror of it did as well. She pulled away, pushing his from her with her hand.

"Ace?"

"I, uh, I have to go," She stood up, smoothing her hair down. Tears were once again falling, leaving trails of mascara down her cheeks.

"Rory-"

"Bye Logan," She walked back in The Pub, going directly to Paris.

"Paris, we need to leave," The blonde noticed Logan enter and after seeing his expression she immediately bristled.

"What did Huntzberger do?"

"Let's just go Paris," She nodded, turning to Jamie.

"Jamie, you go with Rory, I'll be right out,"

"Paris-"

"Go Gilmore, I'll be right out," Paris walked to Logan, hitting him on the shoulder to get his attention. He turned around, his mouth set in a frown.

"Paris-"

"Stay away from Rory, Huntzberger. She's too good for the likes of you. I don't know what you did to her, but you hurt her. She already had to deal with deadbeat Jess and I will not let her get hurt by someone as insignificant as you. I hope you're happy, because she sure as hell isn't," Logan watched Paris walk away and sighed. He wasn't happy, and the ting that could change that was the one thing that he couldn't have.

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