CHAPTER 10
Jealousy Rears its Ugly Head.
Rory sat in the breakfast lounge waiting on her friends. She decided to pick up a magazine while she was waiting. She knew Rose would definitely be late with Finn since he soaked up most of the alcohol at the party like a sponge, but Steph and Colin had promised to meet her in five minutes. Logan had disappeared into the night and they were all wondering if he had just wandered down the beach or had actually gotten himself lost. Finn muttered something about eyebrows before completely passing out in Colin's arms.
"Morning!" Steph cheered as she slipped into the other side of the booth. "Ahh" She winced and squeezed her eyes shut. "Ohh what did I do?" Steph pouted as Colin sat beside her. "You spoke in a normal volume," She muttered. "Sorry" Steph laughed. Rory whimpered and glanced up to see Rose slowly walking towards them under Finns dead weight.
She patted the back of Finns head in a comforting gesture as he leaned into her chest. "Somebody turn off that light!" He whined. "That's the sun baby," Rose cooed as she led him to the booth.
"You drank again last night, I'm surprised after what you said about your hangover." Colin chuckled, choosing to ignore Finn's pained groans. "Well initially I wasn't going to, I went down the beach and I stopped to read for awhile," She answered.
"Yeah tell us about that, I heard you had a visitor" Rose smiled when she finally got Finn to sit down in the booth next to Rory. "I did. Van found me. He brought me a candle so I could read. We talked for a couple minutes then; he kissed me." She muttered. Colin's eyes slowly fell shut. He knew this would happen sooner or later. Logan was going to go crazy, or worse, even deeper into denial.
"He kissed you!" Steph squeaked in a giddy voice. Rory gasped and brought her hand to her forehead. "God Steph" She grumbled. "Sorry." She muttered. "He kissed you?" She repeated in a deep voice. "Yeah he kissed me." She echoed.
"What did you do?" Rose asked leaning over Finn's slouching half dead body to see Rory. "At first I let him. It was nice you know."
"Okay, are you going to get all gushy on us? Should I come back later?" Colin asked. He hoped the teasing would mask how he was really serious. He couldn't sit here and listen to her talk about Van.
"No, its not going to get gushy, I stopped him." She replied. "What!" Rose and Steph gasped. Colin inwardly jumped with joy.
"I don't know. It's just it was like he was another person. I only spent half an hour with him on the plane. Sure it was fun talking to him, but I don't know there was just nothing behind it." She muttered. "That's no fun." Rose pouted. "Well if was your first kiss, it'll get better" Steph encouraged. "Steph if she doesn't like him she doesn't like him." Colin declared. She turned to stare at him and raised an eyebrow. "Come on Colin, She said she likes him she just didn't feel anything behind their kisses yet." She shot.
"Kiss." He clarified sharply.
Rory watched as the two dueled silently with each other now staring punishingly at one another. "In any case" Rory interrupted forcing them to look back to her. "He understood completely and went back to the party" She finished.
"You told him that you didn't feel anything when he kissed you?" Rose asked in amazement. "No, I told him it was moving to fast." Rory muttered and bit into her bottom lip.
"Well then you know he's going to continue perusing you." Steph declared. "Yeah I know. Im not sure what to do" She sighed. "Tell him you don't want to be with him." Colin shot. She sat up and stared, surprised by his brazenness.
"I will, I just don't know how to go about it." She muttered. "Straight forward." He answered immediately. "Colin stop snipping at her." Steph chided and slapped his arm lightly. "Im giving her advice." He declared looking her in the eyes. "Look Ror--" He turned to look back at Rory, but stopped in mid word as he saw the shocked, hurt, look on her face.
He narrowed his eyes and turned to see Logan walking down the line of tables, one of the blonde girls he'd been entertaining himself with on his arm. He let out an exasperated breath and turned back around. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples in hopes to cure the booming pain he suddenly felt in his head. This was going to be bad.
"Rory you want to…" He began but she instantly shot him down with a sharp. "No"
"Okay." He muttered just as quickly and stared down at the table. "Morning everyone." Logan smirked, the cockiness in his voice evident. "Everyone this is Amy, Amy, everyone" He introduced.
"Hey" They muttered in unison. Logan smirked as he met Rory's eyes. She let out a breath and picked up her Cosmo, flipping harshly threw the pages.
"Oh boy" Steph muttered as Logan sat down, and the perky blonde sat beside him, her hand instantly falling to his knee. "So last night was fun." He stated. Rory slightly scoffed and turned the page.
"It was, and you boys are going to just love the theme today." Amy smiled and dragged her hand up his thigh. Her eyes left Logan and she turned to face forward. "You're the new girl right?" She asked with a bubblely smile across the table. Rory leaned the magazine down slightly and curtly nodded.
"Rory." She introduced.
"What's a Rory?" Amy asked a confused look on her face. Logan chuckled as her magazine smacked down onto the table and Rory glared up at her. "Whoa, put down the claws Ace. She's just teasing." Logan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled the girl close. Amy, confused, smiled and leaned over placing a kiss to his cheek.
"Right. We should order." Rory muttered. "Oh I've got it." Amy smiled and quickly held up a hand, snapping her fingers continuously at a young man in an apron.
Rory gapped, her eyes darting to Coin and the girls. "Ill have a unsweet tea, coffee for you Logan?" She asked turning to face him. "Yes please." He answered. "And you guys?" She asked looking back at everyone at the table.
"Coffee for us." Steph said pointing towards herself and Colin. "Gin!" Finn groaned as the waiter glanced in his direction. "He'll have coffee Ill just have some water" Rose quickly told the waiter.
"And you honey?" Amy asked looking over to Rory's agitated face. "Ro-ry" she sounded out.
Amy narrowed her eyes and turned back to Logan. "Why does she keep making that sound?" She asked quietly and glanced sidelong to he brunette across the table.
"Coffee, I'm gonna need a double shot." Rory grumbled to the waiter threw Logan's chuckles and whispers. "Ill be right back." The boy replied quickly and set off towards the kitchen.
Lifting her magazine, she held it so it conveniently covered the sight of the two blonde's giggles and smooches.
"So have they told you the next theme?" Amy asked. When no one responded she felt a tap on the glossy cover. She slowly set it down and leaned back as she saw Amy's face right behind her magazine. She raised an eyebrow and looked back to see she was leaning right over the table Logan's fingers looped in the belt buckle of her jeans as if to pull her back just incase she pounced.
"Are you always this grumpy?" She asked with a mocking pout.
"Are you always this peppy?" She shot back dryly. Amy smiled giddily and responded, "Hola girl"
"As in on top of the dash board?" Rory questioned with a raised eyebrow. "That's right. We're meeting the guys at the party later. Are you ready to shake those hips?" She questioned. "Are you ready to loose those…" Rory began then was interrupted when Logan pulled on Amy's jeans, sending her back in her seat safe and secure by his side. He gave her a warning look, which she challenged with a look of her own.
Amy glanced between the two and gave a pout. "What's going on?" She asked with a whine. The table fell silent, causing her to pout once again when they ignored her.
"So I hear you're a Gilmore and a Hayden." Amy switched topics. She watched as Rory nodded. "That's right," She grumbled. "Is that how you got into Yale?" She asked tilting her head to the side.
Colin cleared his throat and sent a glare to Logan. There was no way Logan couldn't see this was bothering her.
"Rory got into Yale by working her ass off" Steph answered for the seething brunette. "Well I assumed she worked, story has it her mother left society to slum it in a small town." Amy looked to Steph and smiled. "My mother did leave society. I grew up in Stars Hollow. She owns and manages the Dragonfly Inn there." Rory declared, shifting up in her seat her shoulders locked in a defensive pose.
"Why would you choose to work instead of just use your lineage and connections to get what you want. It's a lot easier."
"My mom did what she thought was right for me and herself. She worked as a maid and we lived in a shed when I was a baby before becoming manager of the Independence Inn, then we bought a house and soon her own Inn. She worked hard for everything she has and she raised me in the same fork fed lifestyle, it made me a better person." She glared softly as she explained her life.
The blonde stared at her silently for a moment before gasping, "You lived in a shed?"
Rory glared and moved to open her mouth, but before she could get anything out the boy appeared at the end of the table and set her coffee in front of her. 'Finally sanity' she thought as she brought the hot liquid to her lips.
"Ahh this is not what I ordered!" Amy declared with a twisted face. She set the drink back down and pushed it towards the boy. "Didn't you ask for unsweet tea?" He asked with a confused look.
"Yes. I did." She declared. He stared at her for a moment unsure of what to do. She pushed it further towards him. "Why are you just standing there? Get me my unsweet tea!" She growled.
Even Logan raised his eyebrows at that one. The boy jumped in surprise but quickly took the rejected glass and disappeared back behind the double doors.
"Kids these days, no work ethic!" She grumbled as she turned back to the table. "Right." Rory muttered as she lifted her cup to her lips. Her eyes closed and she let out a pleased moan as the coffee filled her mouth.
Logan glanced over his own cup when he heard her moans. The way her long black eyelashes fluttered against her skin, her cup rested against her full bottom lip, as she took in a long soothing breath, happy to even have the smell of coffee near by. She lifted the cup once again and leaned her head back, greedily taking the steaming liquid in her lips and swallowing with another pleasureful grown. The sight was enough to make him jump her from across the table. He took in a sharp breath himself when a hand cupped him threw his pants. He turned slightly to see Amy smirking, she leaned into his ear and whispered, "Horny for me already big boy?" she asked seductively. He let out a small scoff; happy she didn't catch it between her kisses. He turned his head and gave her a quick peck hoping to keep her at bay for the time being. He didn't want her hanging all over him all day.
Already she was feeling better, awake enough to mock the wannabe cheerleader, Rory set her near empty cup down and looked to Steph and Colin in front of her. Steph mouthed an, 'im sorry' to her. She shrugged and rolled her eyes gently. She met their eyes and gave a mischievous smile. Colin cleared his throat once again, this time trying to keep Rory from going over board. She picked up the Cosmo and flipped to a section in the middle. Her eyes roamed over the page before stopping instantly on one quote. Her lips turned up in a smile.
"Hey Amy." She said in a bittersweet voice. She watched as Amy tore her eyes from Logan's face and gave her attention to her. "Did you know a tablespoon of sperm is five whole calories?" She asked, her eyes twinkling with mirth. Logan's eyes narrowed from behind his mug. He sipped his coffee and tried to shake the statement out of his head.
"Damn! Now I can't have my cookie later!" The blonde exclaimed in a pout. Logan instantly spit his coffee back into his mug, while the rest of the table burst out into laughter.
Rory bit the inside of her cheek and met Logan's embarrassed, slightly blushing face, which quickly turned into a pointed, angry glare. She lifted her coffee mug and tipped it off to him before taking a sip.
"Touché Ace" He grumbled. She glared at him before setting her mug down and looking to Rose and Finn. "I'm going to go back to the room," She declared. Rose nodded and pushed Finn out of the booth so they could get out. He whined but stumbled up drunkenly.
"I'll come too, get you fitted for your costume" Rose suggested. "Steph why don't you go along with them." Colin suggested nudging her to stand as well. She understood he wanted to talk to Logan alone. Try to figure out why he pulled this.
"Ill come to!" Amy squeaked happily standing and looping her arm with Rory with an excited bounce. "Stop bouncing Tammy Faye Bakker Im trying to walk here" Rory grumbled. Logan let out a quiet laugh as the girls walked to the elevators.
"What the hell was that!" Colin half yelled. He looked up and stared into his friend's angry eyes. "What?" He asked. "That! You slept with her last night and are now parading her in front of Rory! I thought you weren't going to treat her this way!" He scolded.
"Well it shouldn't matter, because last night she proved she doesn't want me okay!" He declared harshly. "What do you mean?" Colin asked. "Some guy was talking about how her and Van were having sex just down the beach from the party! Does that show you how much she cares about how I feel?" He asked.
"You jack ass." Colin grumbled. "Excuse me?" Logan gapped.
"I can't believe you just screwed up any chance you had with her over some drunks gossip! All they did was kiss, once, and then she stopped him!" He explained. "How do you know?" He asked stealing Finn's coffee and taking a sip.
"She told us about what happened when we first got here. Im guessing you were still in bed with the Oley girl." He shot.
He knew it had finally hit Logan when his face fell and his fingers ran threw his unruly hair. "She said she didn't feel anything for him and just didn't know a way to let him down easy. Does that sound like a girl who will forgive you for sleeping with someone just to spite her?" Colin snapped.
Logan leaned over the table and set his head in his hands. "What am I going to do?" He asked. "I don't know, but you better fix it fast unless you want a mass murder on your hands" He demanded.
"Murder?" Logan asked, glancing up with a confused look.
"Amy just left with Rory and the girls. And even though out numbered; im pretty sure she'll will kick Amy's ass if she asks 'what's a Rory' one more time."
000
Rory winced as Rose tied the strings to her top tightly around her. "I have a new appreciation for the cotton bra." She grumbled as she set her hands on the hard shells covering her breasts.
"The natives of Thailand are offended." Steph pouted. "Look around Steph, do you see anyone in grass skirts and coconut bras?" Rory asked with a laugh. "Yes, I see three beautiful women, and one relatively intelligent arm candy all dressed as hula dancers." She smirked.
As if she had been introduced, Amy sprung out of the bathroom in a grass skirt and coconut bra. "TaDa! What do you think?" She asked. "I think you should be on the hood of a car" Steph smiled.
"Or maybe under one" Rory grumbled under her breath. Rose immediately pulled the strings on her back forcing Rory slightly backwards as it pulled tightly on her chest.
"Oww" She whined and set her hands back on the rock hard bra. She glared at Rose who shook her finger punishingly in her face. "How do you guys take this? Do you shove a shirt in your purse so you can change later?" She asked.
"We don't bring purses. People get to drunk to remember to keep an eye on them, thinks get stolen, the thing goes missing, there's girls bitching around everywhere the next day trying to find them, it's just a bad idea." Steph explained.
"So what? You just endure this pain all night?" Rory gapped. There was no way she'd make it. It was already starting to hurt her. "No, that's when you find a beautiful boy willing to help you out of it." Steph declared with a laugh. "Great." Rory sighed and let her hands fall to her sides.
"Why not Van? I heard you two were getting pretty well acquainted the other night" Amy smirked. "What?" Rory asked.
"Nothing." Rose chirped and turned to glare at Amy.
"No, what do you mean?" Rory demanded as she looked at the smirking blonde. "Rumor went around you two were going at it on the beach last night." She answered.
"What! No! That never happened!" She gasped. "Really? I remember him coming back down the beach with a smile on his face." Amy taunted. "Yes im sure! Was he the one who started the rumor?" She asked angrily.
"Don't know. I just heard about it. Logan did too, when I told him he got all upset and said he had heard and didn't want to talk about it. He seemed really mad." She continued.
"I can't believe this! How many people think we had sex?" She gasped. "Probably everyone. Rumors spread like air born diseases but I guess you're just not used to it. Growing up in a small town and all." Amy sighed.
"Trust me rumors go around just as quickly in a small town, if not quicker." Rory sighed and ran her hand over her forehead. "Oh, so then you're just not used to them being about you. Well you'll have to get over that pretty quickly if you want to join into society now honey." Amy declared.
Rory growled and sat down on the bed. "I can't believe this." She grumbled and lay back against the mattress. "Hey, Rory it'll be okay. People forget about this stuff really quickly, as soon as this parties over some slut is going to wind up pregnant and 'sent to her aunts house' to live for nine months, no one will even remember this." Rose sat on the edge of the bed and tried her best to comfort her friend.
"Ahh I just want to crawl under the blankets and die! I can't go out, party with these people who think I slept with someone I barely even know." Rory whined.
"Welcome to the Life and Death Brigade." Amy scoffed.
"Okay, Amy, why don't you go outside and wait for the hummer to show up." Steph suggested. "Give us a call and we'll meet you outside." She practically pushed Amy out the door and locked it tightly behind her.
"Rory this kind of thing happens all the time. You have to learn to ignore the rumors because they can get a lot worse." Steph sighed as she joined the two on the bed. "That's true, Logan has to deal with the paparazzi a lot these days. The National Inquirer ran a story that he was the father of two different women's babies. After the story came out he couldn't step outside without seeing a flash go off in his face, and if the paparazzi weren't vicious enough everyone in society gossiped about it as well." Steph muttered.
"Logan and I are not on good terms right now." She grumbled.
"Fine, he was just one example though Love." Rose sighed. Rory rolled her eyes. Rose sounded more and more like Finn everyday.
"It's going to take awhile. A long while." She grumbled. "We understand, it still gets to all of us to see our name tarnished in the papers or in rumors, whether its true or not." Steph giggled at the end.
"Yeah yeah, lets just get this night over with before my boobs bruise." She grumbled.
"That's the spirit!" Rose smirked.
000
Rory grasped her third shot from the trays the waiter was carrying threw the crowd. She had a theory that if she got at least tipsy she'd forget the uncomfortable rocks pushing her chest together, and the fact every guy was whispering, telling others she was easy. She didn't understand how some of these girls could handle it. They laughed, danced, and fell into guy's laps like it was nothing. 'I guess they're just used to the saying beauty is pain' she thought to herself.
She ran her nail over her bottom lip as she waited for the guy to return with a new tray. She leaned against the wall, trying to ignore the tickling feeling of the grass skirt against her legs.
She glanced up as a boy with a string of flowers around his neck took the front of the room, standing on a chair. The music lowered as he brought a fork to the side of his glass of Champaign.
"Aloha ladies and gentlemen." He smirked.
"Aloha!" the crowed cheered drunkenly.
"I'm sure you're all having a fabulous time here in Thailand," he smirked; a few hoots were emitted from the guys, the girls giggled happily. "Now I know most of you are still drunk from yesterday, but just as always there's an open bar, waiters circulating, and very little food. While drinks, parties, near death experiences, and… well more drinks make up this collective anarchy, the next staple to the LDB I'm about to introduce can be the most intoxicating of all." He smirked.
Another round of hoots filled the room. The man raised his glass and smirked even wider. "To the lovely ladies of the LDB, who love us, support us, entertain us, and ground us." He raised his glass then took a sip. The crowed did the same, couples leaning into each other for a kiss, others grabbing the nearest girl beside them and either feeling them up or planting a large, drunk, sloppy, kiss on their lips. She merely rolled her eyes and took another gulp of her own drink.
Suddenly, from behind, three women ran threw the doors on each side of him. They were clad in the same coconut bras and grass skirts as the other girls; they stood in a line of six, their backs to the crowd. The brunette smirked as he looked from the three on his left, to the three on his right. He looked back to the crowd and chuckled. "I love our life"
Stepping down, the crowed erupted once again in cheers as the music began to play in a slow beat, which instantly quickened as the girls began shaking their hips.
She took in a sharp breath and winced at her bindings. She had to get out of these soon. She set her glass on the counter and walked behind the group gathered around, hooting at the girls dancing. She successfully made it to her destination, smiling at the man behind the counter.
Open bar sounded pretty good right about now.
000
Logan ran the back of his hand over his forehead. Amy had been on his arm since they had picked up the girls. This is why he never was there in the morning after sleeping with a girl. If only he hadn't been so stupid as to believe the rumor. It was nothing like Rory to sleep with some random guy. What had gotten into him?
"There you are!" A shrill voice called from behind him. He gasped when a body slammed against his back knocking the breath out of him. "Hey…" He smiled a fake smile.
"Have you been hiding from me?" She teased. "No…" He stressed and leaned back, setting her feet on the floor and untangling her arms from his neck.
He turned around and set his hands on her shoulders. "Look Amy," he began and took a deep breath. How do you explain to a girl without hurting her feelings that you were just using her to get to another girl?
"Amy…Amy…" He echoed. She stared at him, never blinking. He sighed. "Listen, your great, you're fun to be with, you know what you want, what you deserve, but I don't think im it." He sighed. Her eyes narrowed.
"What are you talking about?" She asked sadly. "Im sorry Amy, last night I was upset over something I had heard about a friend and it made me be stupid enough to jump into something with you."
"Logan, you jump into things with girls all the time" She declared. He bit his bottom lip and sighed. "I know, and I know I've hurt a lot of girls that way, so I wanted to talk to you, make sure that we're still okay even though we had that one night thing." He muttered. He stared into her eyes hoping him clarifying; 'one night thing' would make it clear they weren't going be to getting married soon.
"It's that new girl isn't it?" She grumbled. "Who? Rory?" He asked dumbly. She tilted her head to the side and gave him a look. "Come on Logan. The way you guys looked at each other. There's so much tension between you two. The thing I don't get is she's so far from your type." She crossed her arms and looked up at him. "Why would you want to be with her?" She asked. "What's so special about her?"
Logan stepped back. He wasn't expecting that. He stared at her for a moment and then looked to the ground. "You're right, she is different, and I don't know if I can do her any better than I've done any of you." He muttered. She watched as he scuffed his feet on the ground. "The only thing I do know is she makes me want to be better. A better person, a better student, maybe even a better boyfriend…or at least… a boyfriend." He gently laughed. He looked up into her serious, unflinching eyes and quickly quieted.
He heard her let out a sharp breath. "When you get over this fling of yours and come back to your senses," Logan glanced back up slowly and raised an eyebrow. So much for her taking it nicely…
"Just know that I'll be waiting for your call." She finished. His eyebrows drew together as she leaned forward, pecking him on the lips before pulling back, waving her fingers and walking back down the hall.
"That went well…" He muttered. He lifted a glass from a passing waiter and quickly downed the warm brown liquid. What was with him today? It was supposed to be quick, he was supposed to make it clear to Amy that they weren't going to be together, then apologize to Rory and beg for her to forgive him for being a jerk. Now he leaned up against the wall racked with nerves. He had actually said he wanted to be a boyfriend? That was definitely nothing like him.
The crowed parted, and like just out of a movie, there she was. She set her hand on the bar and pulled herself up onto the barstool. Her cheeks puffed out with an outward breath as her heals slipped immediately off her feet and clanked to the floor.
He pushing himself up from the wall, slowly walking towards her, watching her with a sad smile. He needed to fix this as soon as possible. She was talking with the bartender, obviously saying something quick witted making him smile and laugh as he replied. He watched as he handed her another glass, filled with a pink liquid. She looked all too happy for the drink.
"Making friends?" He asked as he leaned up against the bar. She turned to face him in the middle of a long sip. She swallowed and nodded. "This is George, George this is J. Howard Marshall Jr." She introduced.
Logan sighed and nodded his head. The bar tender smiled wearily but turned to serve the other guests. "Okay, I deserved that." He muttered. "You deserve a lot of things. In fact if this drink weren't so good I think I'd throw it in your face." She said.
"Well I'm very grateful George here is good at his job." He smirked. "Me to. This is a Summer Sunset." She explained as she made a show of the pink drink. "It's pretty good, vodka, lemon, pomegranate, some more vodka" She explained and took another long sip.
"Are you sure you should be drinking that?" He asked. "Why not? Isn't that what we Brigadier's do? Drink whatever's being served? Dance to whatever music's blasting on the thousand-dollar stereo? Sleep with whoever, whenever, wherever?" She continued.
He tilted his head to the side. "Can we go somewhere?" He asked.
"Oh I'm sorry, you'll have to wait ten minutes, I'm on my break." She said with a flick of her wrist.
"Okay that's it." He grumbled. Rory glared at him when she felt his punishing grip on her wrist. He pulled her down from the stool and pushed threw the crowed, who had now returned to their conversations, drinking games, and dancing.
"Oww, you're hurting me!" She growled. She struggled to keep her drink from sloshing over the rim of the glass as he dragged her up the stairs. "You know it'll cost ya extra, I'm not manhandled for free." She grumbled.
He harshly opened one of the wooden doors and tugged on her wrist until she stumbled inside on her shaky legs.
"Listen. Im sorry. When I heard you and Van were sleeping together at the party I felt sick all right. I just didn't want to think about it so I went to Amy and…occupied myself." He muttered.
"Occupied yourself?" She echoed in a scoff.
He closed his eyes and tilted his head. "Rory you're different. You're special. You deserve so much more than any of these guys can give you. The day you moved in, the first time I saw you, I knew you were worth it."
"Could that be because I was in a towel?" She snapped.
"You were beautiful, not like the cosmetically enhanced blonde bims but naturally beautiful. You were sarcastic and you kept me on my toes." He began. "I was protective of you and the thought of those guys hitting on you at the bar…the thought of Van touching you…"
"You were jealous"
Her soft voice was like a knife cutting threw the tension in the room. He winced at the thought. "I have never felt this way Rory. Never. Before you moved here it was a free for all. I could go out and fool around with anyone, sleep with anyone, now I feel guilty, like I'd rather be sitting at the kitchen table drinking a mug of coffee with you!" He grumbled.
"You certainly didn't feel guilty flaunting Amy in front of me this morning." She growled. He took in a sharp breath. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't know that it was just a rumor, I wanted to…"
"To what? To hurt me? Logan I never meant to hurt you! I didn't even do anything! I told Van he was moving to fast. I stopped him, and then I had to come back and have some half wit perky blonde hanging all over you, and asking what's a Rory before I even had my cup of coffee!" She growled.
A small smile appeared on his face. "So you were jealous of Amy hu?" He asked quietly. At her scowl he instantly looked at the ground and shuffled his feet. "Don't you turn this around on me Huntzberger" She growled. "I never meant to hurt you, and yet you set out to hurt me." She muttered. Her voice lowered to a whisper, making him feel even worse.
"I was stupid Rory, it was a complete over reaction…" He muttered.
"You forgot petty, arrogant, maniacal, jackass." She declared. "You know I sensed that you were upset about it…" He muttered with a slight chuckle. He met her angry stare and coughed. "Not ready to joke about it…gotcha." He muttered.
Rory sighed and ran her fingers threw her hair. They stood in silence, refusing to make eye contact. Logan shuffled his feet and glanced up, his gaze traveling up her grass skirt but stopping at the sight of her flat, taught stomach. He was almost scared to meet her gaze. Her once joyous, smiling eyes now glazed over with hurt and disappointment.
"I want you to know that I ended it with Amy and I'm so sorry for letting her mock you at breakfast…in fact im sorry for breakfast all together." He muttered.
"Wow." She gasped, her hand flying to her chest. He glanced upwards. "Thanks Logan. Everything's all better now." She declared in a mocking voice. She turned to face away from him, staring out the window of the room. He let out an annoyed breath and walked over to her, grabbed her wrist and turned her back to face him.
She glared back up at him as she steadied her body but gasped and leaned back as he returned the harsh look. It was the first time he had really given her a truly angry look.
He leaned down into her face as he muttered. "I know I can't make this up to you just by an apology. I know you're not like the other girls Rory. I know I have to earn your trust, I know even though you look at me with those hard blue eyes and that scowl of distaste your still hurting on the inside. I want you to really listen to me this time. No smart comments, no rolling your eyes and turning away so you don't have to deal with me." Rory swallowed the lump in her throat as Logan moved even closer to her face.
"Im so sorry Rory. The thought of you with Van…I don't know I just wanted to get that picture out of my head any way I could."
"Why?" She shot quietly.
He glanced back up into her eyes and stared at her blankly. "What?"
"Why?" She repeated, this time with much more confidence and a stronger voice. "Why can't I be with Van when you go off with other girls just the same, when you've been with every girl in the whole organization?" She questioned.
"Because…because he's a rich playboy, because he doesn't have a real name!" He rambled. Rory rolled her eyes; if this was the basis on why he freaked out they were going to have a real problem.
"Because he'd never truly know how amazing you are, because he shorts tips, because he has bad lines that would bore you in two seconds flat, because he doesn't know who Kevin Bacon is, …because he doesn't know you like I know you," He muttered breathlessly.
Rory stared into his pleading brown eyes. She instinctually bit her bottom lip. Giving him a worried look. As if reading her mind he stepped back and yet again stared at him feet.
"I know. I was everything you said, a maniacal jackass, jealousy made me crazy. I didn't even realize what it was at first. Lately I've been feeling a lot of things I cant really place. Like I don't understand why when I talk to you I some times get tongue-tied. Like how you can look at me with those crystal blue eyes and suddenly stop the room, as if no one else is there. It's just you and me. How I don't get bored when you talk about Yale, or a teacher, or a textbook. How my throat tightens when you smell your mug of coffee, especially the first one of the day, then moan as it warms your mouth and throat. How when I'm late you lean against the doorframe, your arms crossed over your chest as you tap your foot impatiently on the hard wood floor. Things that I would find annoying in any other girl, I can see myself growing used to from you. You inspire me, you scare me with how brilliant you are, and you continue to baffle me. I have never been so enthralled with someone before."
Rory's face fell. "Logan," She began and sighed. "You make me nervous…I'm a boyfriend girl. Not an on-call girl." She grumbled. He nodded. "I know. Rory if you let me I will spend every day trying to be everything you want and need. Im nervous too, I've never felt so strongly about anyone, you know how I acted when I heard about James, Van, and even the coffee cart guy…" He muttered.
"Aww coffee…" She moaned. He sighed and pressed his forehead against hers. "So what do you say Rory? Will you take a chance with me?" He asked. Rory attentively bit her bottom lip, her weight shifting from one side to the other. She felt his intense gaze, waiting for her answer with a glimpse of hope and pain in his own eyes.
He noticed how she constantly shifted and winced at the hard bindings. Damn Steph and Rose for choosing such a painful theme again. Poor Rory must have been extremely uncomfortable. She wasn't the type to go to parties half naked. She was too innocent to ever be half naked.
"Here" He muttered taking off his shirt. She watched as he cautiously pulled away and lifted his arm to wrap the button down shirt around her, but lost confidence and let his arms fall to his sides again. Slowly, she turned around and waited until he got the message. He looked back up, his eyes shining in hope. Maybe she wouldn't completely shut down from him after all.
He opened the shirt and slipped her arms threw it. She turned back around, taking in a short breath as she realized how close he suddenly was. He swallowed and reached down, buttoning the small white button at the bottom. She stood patiently as he slowly moved to the next. He took in a calming breath and slowly closed his eyes as he buttoned the third. If she said no, which she had every right and reason to, this would probably be the last time they were alone and so close.
"I've been thinking a lot about what you said earlier." Her voice cut threw the silence. He took in a deep breath, 'this is it' he thought sadly and slowly lifted his head to meet her ice blue eyes.
"As much as I love my books and the literary world, I've missed out on a lot of things, I want to laugh, I want to be scared, I want to be happy, I want to relax and live life as it comes. I want to share all those experiences with you Logan." She muttered.
He was in shock. That was nothing like he was expecting. Nothing like he deserved. He broke out in a smile, his hands leaving the half buttoned shirt to cup her cheeks as he stared down into her blue eyes filled with mirth. One of his hands slid to the back of her neck, bringing her closer as he glanced down at her lips. Running the pad of his thumb over her juicy bottom lip, they slightly parted and her eyes fluttered closed.
He couldn't wait any longer. His lips met hers with a passionate kiss. His hand fell to her jaw, angling her head to the side as his lips moved over hers. She tasted even better than he had imagined. She was even more invigorating than he had imagined. He almost wished he had jumped her the second Finn suggested it. Her lips began to respond to him, gently sucking on his bottom lip and nibbling gently.
His arms encircled her waist, sliding underneath the blue cotton shit, his fingers played with the soft skin on her lower back. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down closer to her. Their kisses slowed from needy and passionate to slow and sensual. He couldn't get enough of her. He broke their contact, took in a deep breath, then quickly leaned down to capture her lips once more. She laughed and pulled back. "Logan," he pressed a kiss to her mouth, "let me catch…" His lips swallowed her next word. "Breath" She finished with a gasp. He smiled. "No time for breathing." He muttered quickly and pressed tiny kisses to the corner of her mouth. "Logan, come on." She laughed.
"Lets get out of here" He suggested and stole another kiss. "And go where?" She asked. "Back to the hotel, to the beach, anywhere I just need to be alone with you." He suggested.
"We are alone." She mumbled glancing around the bedroom he had dragged her into. "And we can't leave, we're the groups ride remember?" She reminded. Logan let out a groan. "We should go back down stairs were not supposed to be up here." She muttered worriedly.
"First step to being free Ace. Stop worrying about the rules." He smirked. He watched her face fall in a nervous pout and couldn't help but smile. "Stay here" He instructed and turned to leave the room. He was jerked back as she grasped his hand. "What do you mean? Where are you going?" she panicked.
He turned and kissed her lips. He reached between them as she pressed her forehead to his. "I'm going to get us something to drink Ace. Just sit on the bed and relax okay." He suggested, buttoning up the rest of his shirt. She gripped his white t-shirt and looked into his eyes. "No one's going to come in Ace." He laughed. "Logan…" She whined. He playfully rolled his eyes and turned her to face the bed. "Relax Ace. Doesn't the bed look comfy, get off those feet I know they must be hurting from those shoes," He muttered.
"It does look comfy." She muttered quietly. He smirked. "Atta girl, I'll be right back." He smirked and turned, walking out of the room before she could change her mind.
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When he slipped back threw the door his first sight of Rory made him almost drop the glasses between his fingers and the bottle of Champaign. She was standing at the end of the bed, her back to him, and had lifted the blue fabric to reveal most of her lower back. Her arm disappeared underneath the fabric and was reaching awkwardly up between her shoulders.
"Need a hand?" He suggested.
She jumped at the sound of his voice behind her. She turned around and gave him a reprimanding look. "What? Just offering my services." He muttered with a sly smile.
"Rose tied it extra tight," She grumbled. "Why'd she do that? As if the costume wasn't uncomfortable enough." He pouted sincerely. Rory scoffed. "Well she was actually trying to keep me from insulting Tour Guide Barbie when she was tying it, then said something about not wanting a Janet Jackson moment." She grumbled.
Logan only let out a chuckle. He didn't want to bring up Amy again. He never wanted to think about the blonde ever again. Setting the glasses and bottle down, he walked over to her and set his hands on her waist. She jumped at the feeling of his hands on her bare skin.
"Let me try." He whispered into her ear. She shivered at the feeling of his warm breath against her ear. She melted into him as he placed open-mouthed kisses down her neck. His fingers danced up her spine until he met the string of the Coconut bra. Within moments it came loose around her torso.
"Had a lot of practice?" It was meant to be a joke, but she cringed as she said it. He cleared his throat and played it off as a laugh. "Naw, I'm just a natural." He muttered. He pulled the collar of his shirt down and pressed a kiss to the top of her spine as he tugged on the sting around her neck. She let out a happy groan as the shells sprung off her. She reached up the front of the shirt and pulled it out, tossing it to the table with a loud clunk. She momentarily forgot he was stationed behind her, and let out a pleasured moan as she rubbed the underside of her left breast. She almost jumped at the heavy groan in her ear. His hand fell low on her hip while the other slid up her stomach and pressed her tightly against him.
"Feels better?" He asked breathlessly. She shuttered at the feeling of his rock hard chest against her back. His hand slid up and stopped dangerously on her ribs.
"Much" She muttered and leaned her head back against his shoulder. His hand advanced another rib.
"Is there anything I can do?" He breathed against her neck. She groaned. Her hand ran up her side, over the side of her breast, and turned to grip his shoulder. He gasped as her nails dug into his shoulder blade. Up another rib.
"In fact there is." She muttered. Her head turned to face his. She pressed a wet kiss to his cheek. His hand slid from her hip to her thigh, his fingers sliding underneath the fake grass.
"You could…" She began and arched her back so her bottom pressed into his pelvis. He groaned and stopped his hand just under her breast. "Get me some Champaign." She finished. His movements halted and he pulled back slightly. His mouth hung open, as if he couldn't process what she had just said. She stepped away from him and turned to face him. She pouted at him, laughing gently at his ridged posture.
"Tease." He grumbled before letting his arms fall to his sides and walking back to the table. She laughed as she walked over to the window. The sky was dark grey in the suns absence and the stars twinkled brightly all over the sky. She jumped as the cork pulled from the bottle with a loud POP and Champaign splashed to the floor over his knuckles.
She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. "Logan!" She gasped. He glanced up at her and laughed. "Okay, this learning to relax and have fun thing is going to be harder than I thought." He teased. She rolled her eyes and allowed herself one more worried glance to the spill on the floor before taking the glass he held out to her. He laced his fingers with those on her free hand and led her over to the bed.
"Come on Ace." He encouraged. She sighed and took a sip from the glass he gave her. "We have to take this slow okay?" She muttered.
"Sure Ace, we'll wait to rob a bank until you've got a few minor felonies under your belt." He teased. She rolled her eyes and sat down on the bed next to him. "Im serious Logan. If I'm going to learn to be more free and spontaneous, then you're going to learn to take your time."
He smiled. "I'd wait for you forever." He muttered, raising his eyebrows and staring into her eyes. As he leaned forward she leaned back, giving him a playful smile. His eyes fell closed and he let out a low sigh.
"How am I going to teach you to live by the moment if I have to take my time?" He challenged. "How am I going to teach you you have to take your time if you're kissing me every chance you get?" She challenged.
"I think we've got a real problem here Ace." He smirked. "What will we do?" She asked in a teasing voice. "I've got a few million ideas in the mean time." Logan smirked. Before she could protest his lips found hers, she set her free hand on his shoulder lightly pushing him away.
"I want to talk to you." She muttered. "So talk." He said and pressed a kiss to her lips. "Seriously." She pushed him back and rolled her eyes. He gave her a stern face and echoed. "Seriously." In a deep voice.
Laughing, Rory moved to sit on her legs and look down at him. He raised an eyebrow and stared back up at her. "What are we going to tell people?" She asked. "What people?" He questioned. "Everyone, our friends, your parents, my grandparents…" She continued, "It could get tricky, my grandmother will probably be planning our wedding as soon as I introduce you as my boyfriend." She grumbled.
"I say we keep it to ourselves for awhile. I don't want to deal with everyone else's trauma over the fact I'm only dating one girl." He grumbled. "I understand. I myself am still a little flabbergasted." She teased, setting her hand over her heart. "Ohh really?" He stressed and raised an eyebrow. "The great Logan Huntzberger,"
"I believe to George its J. Howard Marshal Jr." He interrupted.
"Has picked the innocent, small town, girl next door? Who would have thought he'd give up a world of blondes as far as the eye can see, a world where 'hey, are you busy' really meant, 'hey, wanna have sex?', To think. The great slacker fell for the studier." She mocked.
"You know I'd love to help you study sometime." He smirked trying hard to divert the subject of him and other girls. "Why do I get the feeling you have ulterior motives?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow. "I don't know, maybe you should trust me more Ace." He pouted with fake hurt and reached out for her.
She sighed but moved into his arms without protest. They lay with her tucked in the crook of his arm for a couple minutes in calm silence. Her head rested on his shoulder, her fingernails dragged softly over the delicate skin on his wrist as she played unconsciously with his hand and fingers.
"I trust you," She broke the silence softly. "You do?" He asked, slightly amazed. "Yes, Logan, before we even knew each other that well you were so over protective of me you freaked out when I left your sight in the shopping center, when I was cooking with you and cut my finger, you didn't just let me be you made sure to clean It and bandage it. You took care of me when I was sick from eating that Chinese food."
"Again so sorry about that…" he interrupted.
"You made me pancakes at like three in the morning…whether you choose to believe it or not Logan, you're going to be an excellent boyfriend. Its really not as scary as it sounds" She smirked.
"You really have faith in me hu?" He muttered, turning to stare at her. "Yes I do. I know your going to be okay Logan. It's all going to be okay." She sighed. He watched her stare up at the ceiling, her eyes drifted closed in the comfortable silence. His lips turned upwards in a smile. Here; lying down next to Rory and watching her settle into a peaceful slumber. This was the first time he had felt truly happy in along time.
"He really doesn't know who Kevin Bacon is?"
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Im sorry I didn't mean to take this long but as much as I rewrote this chapter it just didn't seem to come out right.