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Chapter Twelve: The Return of The Ex

Logan had recovered relatively quickly from his accident, being able to leave his bed a week after he was ordered to not leave it. He was able to return to class shortly after, something he did not particularly like. However, Rory coaxed him into going, insisting that if he was at Yale and his parents were paying for it he might as well go to class. Logan did not mind wasting his parent's money, they had enough, but he could tell that Rory wanted him to go so he did. Rory was amazing, the person that he could always depend on. She was his rock, the person that set him straight. She stopped him when he became too arrogant and he taught her how to live each day to the fullest. They completed each other and were a perfect fit.

Rory and Logan were walking to their class together, braving the fall weather. The brisk wind hit their bodies hard, spewing leaves in the air, effortless motions causing a tornado of leaves to attack all in its path. Logan had his arm protectively around her, trying to somewhat shield her from the cold. She snuggled into him, trying to maintain some warmth in her body.

"Why is it so cold?"

"It's fall Ace, this is usually what happens,"

"It happened so sudden this year though. One day I was wearing a skirt and the next I am contemplating long underwear,"

"Please tell me that was a joke,"

"Worried about not having easy access?" Rory teased.

"Terribly,"

"I hate fall,"

"I actually kind of like it," He looked down at her and smiled, adding, "it also gives me a reason to hold my girlfriend,"

"You don't need a reason to do that,"

"Good to know,"

"Are we there yet?" Rory whined, the walk seeming endless.

"Almost,"

"This walk is insufferably long,"

"Stop complaining, we're almost there,"

"What signifies almost? For you almost could mean a mile away. You jog all the time so you're fit. You forget that I have low endurance and that almost half of my arteries are clogged from my wonderful but unhealthy eating,"

"Since when do you care about eating healthy?"

"I don't, it just adds to my argument,"

"It's around the corner," Logan deadpanned, smirking at her.

"Stop smirking,"

"I can't, seeing that I can only smirk at you now I have to use it all I can,"

"Why can you only smirk at me?"

"Because my smirk is what caused you to fall for me. The smirk is dangerous around girls, it makes them go crazy," Rory laughed.

"It's not the smirk that got me Mr. Huntzberger, it was the whole package. The smirk actually irritated me,"

"What?" Logan exclaimed, feigning hurt, "You don't like my smirk," Rory smiled.

"It's grown on me now, but before it was your major fault," Logan shook his head in mock disbelief.

"The things you learn on your way to class," Logan mused.

Stephanie sat in class, trying her best to pay attention to the teacher. She tried to pay attention, to not let her mind wander but the teacher was droning on and on about some stupid revolution and all she could think about was everything she'd like to be doing instead of being stuck in a class room. She snapped out of her daze though when a new student entered, walking tentatively to the front row. Stephanie watched her sit down in complete awe, she was shocked. It can't be her, Stephanie thought, not believing her own eyes. However, she knew that it was, she knew that her eyes were not betraying her. It was the same brown hair, the same stunning clothing, the same everything. Callie Shepard had returned, and Stephanie had a feeling that things were about to change, and not in a good way.

"Logan!" Stephanie yelled out, walking quickly at her friend. The blonde turned to her, his brown eyes clouded with confusion. She knew that she sounded panicked, and the truth was that she was indeed panicked. Callie returning was a big deal, it was not something to be taken lightly. She needed to warn Logan before it became too late.

"Steph, calm down what is it?"

"Callie is back,"

"What?"

"Callie is back. She just joined my class,"

"Are you sure it was her?"

"Yeah, she had brown hair, everything,"

"Steph, a lot of girls have brown hair. It might not have been hair," Steph scowled, angry at how flippant Logan was being about this. Why wouldn't he believe her?
"Logan, you know damn well that Callie does not look like just any brunette! She's unique and I am positive that it was her. I don't know what she wants, but you be careful. She has to be up to no good,"

"Calm down okay? Everything will work out," Stephanie nodded, regaining a normal breathing pattern.

"Mate, I swear I just saw Callie, isn't that weird?" Finn said exuberantly, standing next to Logan.

"It was her," Logan said flatly, the realization that his ex was now going to return to his life.

"Damn, she looks good!" Finn said, craning his neck to find the brunette again.

"Finn, we don't like her! Remember?" Stephanie scolded, pointing her finger accusingly at Finn.

"Whoah love, put that thing away! There is no reason to be pointing fingers. She is hot, why shouldn't I say so?"

"Because she's Logan's ex, and-"

"Hey guys!" They all turned to find the topic of their conversation standing before them. Logan had to admit that she did look good. Her glossy hair was long and shiny, a ripple of waves going through it. Her outfit was simple but stunning, her skirt hitting mid thigh, yet still looking appropriate. She had the same bright green eyes and easy smile, two things that Logan had grown quite attached to, and then repulsed.

"Hi Callie," Logan said, trying to be polite. Their tumultuous relationship was a long time ago, and he decided not to hold a grudge. He had Rory, there was no reason to hold any grudges.

"Hey Logan. Steph, you look really pretty. I love your sweater," She said sweetly, gesturing to Stephanie's Ralph Lauren cable knit. Stephanie smiled tightly, giving a quick nod. She still didn't like her and had no reason to change her opinion.

"Uh, Finn, you look good too," Callie said awkwardly, trying to retain her friendly demeanor.

"Thanks love, the same to you," Callie noticed a new addition to the group, someone that she had never met. She was a beautiful brunette with bright blue eyes. She was dressed simply in khakis and a sweater. She watched Logan put his arm around her waist, noticing how she instinctively leaned in towards him. She smiled at the girl, trying her best to appear warm.

"Hi, I'm Callie. I don't think we've met before," The girl smiled at her, nodding her head.

"No, I don't think we have. I'm Rory,"

"It's nice to meet you,"

"Gilmore, you left before I was finished talking!" A short blonde yelled, storming out of the room. Her cheeks were flushed with frustration, her right eye brow twitching ever so slightly.

"Paris, I had to leave,"

"So you could go canoodle with your hoity toity boyfriend?" Paris accused, her voice laced with disapproval.

"Hey, I am not hoity toity," Logan defended, making Rory smile.

"Whatever Huntzberger, live a lie, what do I care. Oh, and Rory, don't expect me to leave you any left overs from my dinner tonight. You are not getting anything from me!" Paris stormed off, brushing past the group.

"Rory, are you guys going to be okay?" Logan asked.

"Oh yeah, she'll give me the silent treatment for a few hours but then everything will be back to normal,"

"Wait," Callie said, her attention completely focused on Rory, "You're Rory Gilmore?" Rory nodded.

"Yeah, why?" Callie moved towards her slightly, her green eyes wide.

"Rory, we need to talk,"

A/N: Okay...sorry if that was all sort of random in that last section, it will make more sense later. Some drama will ensue..complications will arise...all that fun stuff. REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!