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Chapter 5

After Rory's interaction with Logan at the coffee cart, she was determined to stop thinking about him. Rory decided she needed to get her head in the game, as schoolwork was rapidly increasing and Rory was never the procrastinator.

One Wednesday morning, Rory entered the newsroom before class. She had just finished the initiation through which every reporter of the Yale Daily News was required to go. Now, even though she was a full-fledged reporter, Rory still needed to try out all of the beats before getting assigned to her beat. However, Rory already knew that she wanted the features beat more than anything.

Rory was sitting at her desk, trying to come up with a new way to spin her piece on Yale's horrendous lacrosse team. Rory hadn't even heard of lacrosse until Doyle, her editor, had assigned her this piece.

Rory shook her head. She had no idea how to write this piece. She might have been Valedictorian at one of the most prestigious private schools in America, but Rory Gilmore knew nothing about sports.

Rory knew one thing though. She needed coffee. And fast. Her daily eight o'clock in the morning cup was wearing off and Rory knew that she couldn't write without the constant stream of caffeine in her blood.

Rory pounded her fist on her temporary desk in frustration. She was about to get up when she felt eyes watching her. She looked up and was face to face with Logan Huntzberger. And he was laughing at her!

Despite the embarrassment she felt due to his laughing, Rory couldn't help but get lost in his gaze. His brown eyes sparkled with laughter, and somehow caught the light, although there was almost no light in the secluded corner of the newsroom where Rory's desk was located. Although, on closer inspection, Rory realized that his eyes had mysteriousness to them. Almost as if Logan's life was a whole secret.

That small detailed confused Rory. She had come to believe that every trust fund-kid's life was perfect, with no need for secrets. As she had come to learn through multiple Friday Night Dinners in Hartford, secrets were also rare in high society life. So how could someone as important as a Huntzeberger have secrets?

Logan's laugh got louder, which brought Rory out of her thoughts.

"Can't help but stare at me, can ya?" Logan laughed.

"Oh please," Rory shrugged. "I was noticing the lipstick stains on your face and wondering how drunk the girl had to be."

"Ouch!" Logan mocked pain and his hand flew to his chest, as if Rory had stabbed him in the heard.

"Why are you even here anyway?"

"And the hurt just keeps on coming! You're Rory, right?"

"Who wants to know?"

"Who wants to know? Why only the great Logan Huntzberger!"

Rory rolled her eyes. Guys like Logan disgusted her more than words could describe. And Rory was a journalist, and very good with words.

"Where are your other two cronies? It's like your missing an arm and a leg."

"Who wants to know?" Logan mocked. "Colin and Finn are in class like good little boys." Logan's voice got high as he continued to ridicule his friends.

"Well why aren't you with them?"

"HA! Me go to every class. You're funny, Ace. Real funny."

"My name's not Ace." Rory responded flatly. She didn't know why she was egging him on. She just wanted him to go away.

"No? What is it then?" Logan leered.

"Rory Gilmore."

"Rory Gilmore. Well, Rory Gilmore! You're pretty Rory Gilmore." Logan leaned so close to Rory that she could smell the beer on his breath.

"Yuck, get away from me." Rory pushed him away.

"Come on, baby. Come back to my place for a drink with me!" Logan laughed.

"Logan. I would never go anywhere with you. And it's 10 a.m." Rory tried to end the conversation.

"10 a.m.? That's nothing! Come on Rory, life's short! Start Living!"

Rory just rolled her eyes and went back to work. Logan realized he wasn't going to get a reaction from this girl and left the newsroom. As he left he called over his shoulder, "Ace! Do me a favor? Don't tell anyone I was in here! It'll ruin my rep."

Rory ignored his drunken screams, but the last thing he said before he had started walking away rambling stayed with her. "Life's short! Start Living!" flowed through her brain as if she was trying to place where she had heard it before. Finally it struck her, and she took a sharp breath in with her realization.

Rory walked with the rest of the junior class into the auditorium. It was that time of year, the time for the scary assembly that every junior dreaded. It was entitled, "How to prepare for the SAT's and the admission process."

Rory felt a push from behind and struggled to keep her balance as she entered the auditorium. Unfortunately for Rory, she was never one with the most grace or poise, and she fell right into Paris.

"Oh no, Paris I'm so sorry. I was pushed."

"Whatever Gilmore." Paris walked away.

Rory sighed. Paris held grudges for too long. It had already been a month since Francie had tricked Rory into meeting her in a secret place to arrange a "truce." Francie then took pictures and made Paris believe that Rory had wanted to meet to plot against Paris. Rory couldn't believe that Paris actually believed these lies, but there was nothing she could do. Once Paris Gellar made up her mind it was impossible to convince her otherwise.

Rory felt another shove from behind. She turned around and stared right into the eyes of Tristan Dugrey.

"Ugh," she turned back around.

"Wow, what a nice greeting. I'm touched." Tristan shot back sarcastically.

"Sorry, I tend to get smart-aleck-y when I'm being shoved repeatedly in the back." Rory responded just as fast.

"Look Rory, why do you hate me so much?"

"Geez Tristan, I don't think we have enough time before we graduate for me to answer that question."

"No I'm serious. I'm a good guy; you're a good girl. We both come from prominent families, we're both smart-"

Tristan abruptly stopped due to Rory's laughter.

"What?"

"Tristan, you would have to be an idiot to not realize why I won't go out with you."

"Enlighten me, Your Majesty."

"For starters, you don't actually like me. It's just a game to you. And I won't be your prize."

"Anything else?"

"You're pompous. You don't think of anyone but yourself and your flavor of the week. You'll do whatever you want without a care in the world for who it will affect or what the consequences will be." Rory rattled off countless reasons for her distaste of Tristan.

"Fine. Don't go out with me."

Rory laughed and found a seat. "Now that is the first thing I agree with that you've said in a very long time."

Insulted, Tristan took the seat next to Rory, but stared straight ahead. Next to him, Madeline sat down, and next to her, Louise and Paris. Tristan spent the assembly flirting with Madeline, but covertly sneaking glances back at Rory. However, Rory, with her excellent peripheral vision, noticed every single glance. She spent the assembly inwardly laughing at his pettiness.

After the assembly, Rory stood up, but couldn't get out because Tristan was blocking her in.

"Wow, really Tristan? This is a new low, even for a five year old."

Tristan pretended to be severely hurt, but wouldn't let Rory pass. "Not until you go out with me."

"Well then, I guess we'll be here for a very long time then, no?" Rory sat back down.

Tristan got all up in her face until she had to crack a smile.

"Come on Gilmore. Life's short! Start living!"

Rory heard Madeline laughing in the background, but Tristan tried to shut her up. However, Rory successfully leaned around Tristan and asked her why she was laughing.

"That's not his line. I'm only laughing because he says it so much worse than Huntzberger did." Madeline smiled.

Even during the worst Geller/Gilmore fights, Madeline was always friendly. However, her friendliness earned her classic Geller and Grant glares. Rory just rolled her eyes, thanked Madeline, and stood up until Tristan felt so intimidated he let her go. Rory walked out of the auditorium without looking back.

"Damn." She faintly heard Tristan whisper. Rory smiled.

On the bus ride home, Rory thought about the day's events. Huntzberger again. When was he going to be just a distant memory and not a daily conversation piece? Again, Rory wondered who he was and why he was so important that he seemed to becoming a Chilton legend. One day she hoped to meet him.

Rory never realized that the day when she met the infamous Huntzberger face to face would arrive so soon.

Author's Note: What'd you think!! Please let me know, I need some advice! What do you think of Logan's character? I'm not so sure I love it. Should I include more Lorelai? Am I doing a horrendous job? TELL ME PLEASE! The more reviews I get, the sooner I update…heheheh.