Chapter nine

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Karen woke up with the familiar feeling that someone was repeatedly throwing bricks at her head. Only the bricks were the size of cars and they had tap dancing elephants on them. She was going to need tachos.

She tried to lift her arm up, but something was on top of it. And it sure of hell didn't belong to her.

As the guy whose name she couldn't remember stirred, she began to panic. Had she really cheated on Jess? Wait, she'd broken up with Jess. Or had she? All of the night before seemed a bit foggy.

The guy whose name was so easy to misplace's eyes were starting to open now.

"Hi, um…"

"Karen." She reminded him.

"Hi, Karen." He paused, "Do you happen to know where my pants are?"

"Over there." She said, pointing to the pool table. Since when did she have a pool table? This must be his place.

"I better go." She said, gathering up her clothes, "Bye, uh…"

"Logan."

"Right! Bye Logan." She said hurrying out, feeling utterly disgusted with herself.

Ggggggggggggggggggggggggg

Rory's head was spinning. She hadn't meant it to go that far. God, he'd just got out of a two year relationship, you don't sleep with your former girlfriend the morning after!

Her mind raced as she lay, entangled with Jess. She shouldn't have let it go this fat, it was too much, they weren't even together. God, she was so stupid!

She tried to disentangle herself from him without waking him, but he woke at the movement.

"Hey."

"Hi." She replied, still trying to get up.

"You okay?"

"Yes…No. We shouldn't have…You and Karen just…"

"Rory, calm down."

"No! This was stupid, so stupid and I shouldn't have let it happen, you shouldn't have let it happen!"

"Just relax."

"No! No, no, no, no-"

"Rory-"

"You should-"

"Go?"

"Yeah." She answered, looking anywhere but him.

"Okay." He said, gathering up his clothes, he could tell she thought this was a mistake and he didn't want to stick around long enough to get into a fight over it.

Rory waited until Jess left to collapse back onto the bed. But the silence was broken soon enough by Paris storming in.

"How come James Dean was leaving when I didn't see him come in this morning?"

"Because, he came last night."

"Oh." Paris took in Rory's dishevelled clothing and unmade bed, "iOh/i."

"Go away, Paris."

"Don't see why you're in such a bad mood, you've been pining over him for years."

"I have not!"

"When you broke up, you didn't date anyone for a year until you went running back to Farmer Joe. Then you hooked up with Huntzberger and look what a mess that was."

"Did I ask for your input?"

"Has that ever stopped me before?"

"If only."

"Look, all I'm saying is it's about time."

"And all I'm doing is ignoring you."

"Fine, I just never pinned you as a one night stand girl." She said before leaving.

Rory sighed and buried her head into her pillow.

Ggggggggggggggggggggggggggg

She'd started throwing up about two weeks after that night. She'd been having cravings all of the last two weeks but she hadn't really noticed until now. Now was when it was all going to change.

She strolled along to the cash till and paid for her purchase. She swiftly ran for the bathroom.

These would have to be the longest two minutes of her life, which was going to change dramatically if the stick turned-

"Pink." She said before throwing up some more. It made sense to do so. She was pregnant.