AUTHORS NOTE: SORRY THE LAST CHAPTER WAS SO SHORT!!!! WELL ANYWAYS I THINK I HAVE MY FACTS RIGHT. . . ITS ABOUT 3 MONTHS BEFORE YOU LOOK FATTER WHEN YOU'RE PREGNANT. . .PLEASE R&R THIS CHAPTER!

CHAPTER EIGHT: FIGHT

(I think its chapter eight!!! I am getting confuzzled. . . yes confuzzled not confused,)

I was time to tell Emily and Richard. There was no doubt in my mind they would want to know sooner rather then later. It wouldn't be long before I began to look larger and they would surely notice.

When I got home Collin and Finn where sitting around the table with Logan playing poker.

"Hey Rory," Finn slurred obviously drunk "wanna play?"

"Do I want to no thanks," I corrected his grammar.

"Good thing," Collin said throwing his cards on the table "we're leaving." Things got quiet when they left, but Logan was still there completely wasted.

"Ace," he moaned as I helped him towards the bed "Ace," he whined again. I didn't say anything; I just kept pushing him towards the bed as he rambled on about random stuff. He forcefully grabbed my face, pushing his mouth on mine. I revolted against him, pushing away from his chest.

"What the hell?" He screamed at me, and then passed out on the bed. I took a blanket out of the cabinet and lay down on the couch. Logan was drunk, I was pregnant, and things could only get worse.

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"Hey, wake up sleepy head," I murmured wiggling his shoulder "its noon." I wanted to be mad at him about his behavior, I wanted to tell him that it wasn't okay and he shouldn't be doing that. But I over-ruled myself; he'd been drunk.

"Ace," he rolled over pushing his face into the pillow, "I feel like crap."

"Well I bet you do, you drank a ton," anyone could hear the sarcastic tone in my voice. He rolled over then.

"You're mad."

"Of course I'm mad!" I yelled at him "no, wait, that's an understatement I am pissed, annoyed, furious, agitated, livid, choleric, irascible!" Logan stared at me blankly, "do you remember anything from last night?" I whispered.

"What?"

"Are you kidding me?!" I flopped down on the bed.

"Rory, please stop yelling, my head is throbbing like I hit it on a hot stove."

"Why should I stop?" I rambled "all you men are the same; always wanting to be in control! Well, personally I am sick of it!"

"Ace, two things," he paused "first you need to relax and tell me what in the world is going on, and second, where is this coming from?"

I couldn't help it the tears spilled over, I slid into his arms. So much for being strong; the hormones where kicking in. "Do you remember what happened?"

"No. . ." he murmured kissing my forehead gently.

"You tried to seduce me."

"What?" He looked repentant, apologetic.

"You did, and when I tried to get away, you yelled at me."

"I did? Is this some type of joke?"

"Joke?!"

"Okay, so not a joke?" He didn't look at me.

"What is wrong with you?"

"Rory? I'm sorry, okay? I am just confused!"

AUTHORS NOTE: I DIDN'T FEEL LIKE WRITING MORE, SORRY! SO I AM POSTING THIS ANYWAYS. PLEASE R&R!