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Chapter Fifteen: Fightface

"Hey," he muttered under his breath "what's going on here?"

"Nothing," I said crossing my arms over my chest.

"It didn't sound like nothing," he crossed his arms, I uncrossed mine. He was really starting to make me mad. It was not as if he did anything to make me mad, I was more or less making myself mad. If he did anything to try and win me back, I would be so mad. I love Logan, its me and Logan, and that's how its going to be. But then the fact that I actually was arguing with myself about something as stupid as that just made me angrier.

"Its none of your business, okay? Just go back to work or whatever we can solve this without you."

"Well," he said "I am actually on break and heard you where here. I would like to talk to you." Talk to me? EW! I mean, no offence to him or anything, but looking back I realized that the feelings I had for him are way less then the ones I have for Logan. I never really loved Dean, I thought I did, but I didn't. Because I know for a fact I love Logan. I mean, every time I see Logan I have this feeling in my heart, and I am never worried about our relationship, but I was with Dean and Jess.

"Fine. Talk."

"Alone?" He asked. Oh, crap. He led me down the hall and out the back door of the inn; I followed, but behind about five feet; cautiously.

"Talk," I muttered, my hands crossing across my chest.

"Look Rory, this is going to sound completely lame, but I don't know how to say it. So I am just going to come out and say it. I want you back, Rory. I miss you, and I think I made a huge mistake breaking up with you like that."

"What?' I had prepared for this moment I knew what I wanted to say, but I never thought it would actually come.

"I love you, Rory." I had to say something now.

"Well," I said finally getting the urge to speak "I don't love you." He looked hurt, like I had just ripped his heart out.

"Yes, you do," like he knew "you did love me, and those types of feelings don't go away."

"I don't know. I think I didn't ever love you, I just…I just don't know."

"There's some one else." He concluded.

"Yeah," I said and couldn't help but smile "there's someone else."

"But you don't love him." He was sort of yelling now.

"What? Yeah, I do. I know I do!"

"No you don't."

"What? Do you think you know how I feel? I didn't think so." I was really pissed now. He didn't know anything. Logan and I had something people searched their whole lives for. He had no idea what true love felt like. Unless, he loved me, meaning, I had to guys who loved me? Whoa, no, no, no, that's just not possible.

"Rory," he took a step towards me, "come on!"

"What? Don't 'Rory' me!" I said stepping back. "I don't love you, I never did and this is totally immature and out of the question!" Then suddenly there was a hand on my shoulder. It was there so suddenly, I jumped a little bit. Turning around I saw exactly what I needed to see. Logan.

"Hey you," I said throwing my arms around him. He hugged me nice and tight, and I was home. When I finally released my grip I turned back to Dean, who was glaring directly at Logan. Logan placed his arm around my shoulder; I loved it when he did that. And that may sound dumb, but it's true, his arm seemed to fit there. Perfectly.

"Hi, I'm Logan," he stuck out his hand, eyes still on Dean's face. Dean stuck his hand out and placed his hand in Logan's forcefully.

"Dean," he looked from Logan to me, and then back to Logan.

"Look," Dean said obviously trying to make excuses "I better go."

"Oh, yeah," I muttered "see ya." It seemed a little blasé the way I said it though.

"Nice meeting you," ah, Logan, always the gentleman. Dean disappeared out of sight.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," he kissed me softly for a minute "let's go home."

"I'll be right back," I said "I just need to tell my mom I'm going."

"Okay, I'll wait here." He motioned with his hand towards a bench to the left, I kissed his cheek and walked swiftly towards the kitchen.

"Mom?" I asked walking in.

"She's talking to Paris," Michel sneered "still."

"Will you tell her I'm going? I really don't want to deal with Paris right now."

"Fine," he took a sip of coffee, "but, I'm not telling her till she leaves."

"Okay, bye."

Though I felt bad leaving without saying goodbye at least directly to my mother, I was also relived. She would have made me talk with Paris, and although I would have apologized to Paris right away, I wasn't sure I'd want to deal with her today.

I made my way towards the back door, pulling it open just as Dean threw the first punch at Logan.

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