Hi everyone. Someone I had the idea for Jess to continue to do attempts at trying to win Rory back and failing. Now I can't promise you, I can always find a creative and hilarious way for Jess to fail, but I had an idea on how to mock Jess and follow up on the story. I would like to thank my friend TL for editing this chapter and bringing in a good twist.

It had been two weeks since the wedding fiasco. He had tried to fire Judy but he couldn't for two reasons. The first reason because she was Jared's sister, who was the owner. Second, her dedication was a hit. She had published the book and for the first time more than pretentious hipsters were coming to Truncheon. Jess had seen 700 copies of his book in the trash with first page ripped out. A reviewer said while the book was abysmal the dedication was honest and delightful. John Stewart of Comedy Central had contacted Truncheon about the possibility of making a TV skit based on the dedication.

Judy changed Rory's Gilmore's name to Rebecca to avoid being sued.

Jess couldn't believe it wasn't his fault Judy had messed up his dedication. God, if the dedication was right Rory would have been right in his arms and dumped the rich smuck. He was desperate, which is why he called an expert or a so called expert. The poet from the night where he shared an epic, mind blowing kiss with Rory, before she told him that she loved that jerk Logan. Jess knew that was a total lie, for no one knew Rory Gilmore better than he. There was no doubt in his alcohol besotted mind that Rory loved him. After all they had been together for six and seven months. As everyone knew, Jess was the best reader in the world. Libraries were full of books with his comments in the margin. Why he had even re-written long passages of Shakespeare. There was no doubt in his mind if Shakespeare was alive today he would call Jess the greatest writer in the world. Jess figured the reason his books didn't sell better was because the average person did not have the intelligence to understand his long profound passages.

True they would mostly fight and make up, wasn't that what everybody did in relationship. Anyway why should he have called Rory? She knew he'd eventually come by or call, so what was the problem. That's why Dean was dumb; she always knew what was going to happen. Jess figured it would be much more exciting if she didn't know when he would make his grand appearance. After all being a woman, she should wait for him. That is what the guy downstairs when he was growing up in New York City told him. The fact that the man never had a date was because he was to cool for chicks.

Obviously Rory had to be brainwashed by Logan's and now Tristan's money.

The poet was sitting in the chair looking incredibly bored. However, Jess was paying him 50 bucks to talk to him, so he decided to talk to the guy even though he found him a rude jerk.
So Jess's I'm surprised you wanted to talk to me after Matt's says you hated my poetry….

"Look I am not here to talk poetry; I am here to talk about a girl…."

"I was with this girl in high school, but I couldn't graduate which was unfair because I was smarter than everyone there."

"I can see that..." The poet muttered sarcastically.

Jess did not detect the sarcasm. "So I left, so I could find myself."

"So what did you find?" The poet asked, scarcely concealing his boredom.

Jess cocked his head a looked at the poet quizzically. "You mean I'm actually supposed to find something?"

God he's dumb the poet thought. "Did you at least talk to her before you left?"

"No, I figured leaving was the best break up and our love was so strong it would last no matter how many times we parted ways."

"As you know I don't write cheesy love poems, but if I ever bailed on my wife without an explanation, I would be singing soprano the next time you saw me."

Jess was annoyed that the second rate poet was questioning him. After all he wasn't paying the bearded unwashed man to analyze him. "Anyway, I came back a year later, I asked her to run away with me."

"Run away with you; you mean give up her life; "Jess was more delusional and messed than he thought.

"Can't you see it? I understand her better than anyone and her life was with me, not at Yale or her hometown, and definitely not with her rich fancy stuck up grandparents. You know they were so dumb her grandfather kept talking about some stupid ass poet who wrote something called the Odyssey named Homer. What kind of name is that? He must have been a homo."

The poet sadly nodded his head. If the wretched little man before him had paid attention to third grade English he would have known who Home was; Jess than continued on. "I asked her to say no if she didn't want to be with me and she said no automatically." Jess paused and looked at the poet with disbelief. "Then added I'm Jess Mariano, I wrote a book she should have been at my feet."

The poet leaned back in his chair and put on what he thought was his best look of concern and wisdom. "Look buddy, I am going to give to you straight this chick is not into you. You need to start dating and find someone who is into you."

Jess was about to flip his lid but he figured when he got to the part where he was a twice published author the poet would change his mind. "Look dude grow up I wrote two books."

The poet quietly asked Jess who wrote the introduction for his first book.

"Why?" Jess asked forcefully.

"No reason." The poet replied, but your books are not really my cup of tea, I prefer books with grammar, plot and character development. The only part I liked was the funny introduction in the second book.

"Jess gritted his teeth and balled his fists. "Whatever, she loved my first book. She went back to school because of it." Jess said proudly.

"Ah man, first you're angry that she wouldn't leave school for you and now you're happy she went back. I am hearing some really hypocritical and messed up stuff."

"Look dude, I was the hero I tried to save her from her rich life and douche bag boyfriend."

"How was her boyfriend a douche?" The poet asked with a bit of wonder in his voice. How could He could he be worse than Jess and his anger issues.

"He insulted my novel and asked if he could record his daily conversations could he get it published."

The poet started to giggle and then stopped, when he saw Jess's expression. "Look man you shouldn't judge people by one evening. Look the girl appears to have moved on."

"No." Jess replied with a sneer in his voice. "We shared a kiss three years ago. It's true she said she was in love with someone else but it doesn't matter. I know her better than anyone and I know she really loves me. In fact I think people may be telling her they would kill me if she showed affection toward me. That's the only thing that makes sense."

The poet had had it. Fifty bucks was not worth listening to Jess's twisted inane pathetic tale. "Okay man I have a helpful poem."

"You do"

"Yeah"

"Roses are Red Violets are blue and get a life." When jess gaped at him he slammed the book on Jess's head, knocking him out cold.

Laughing Judy approached the poet." Finally we have a good use for that book." Judy said as she paid the poet double of what Jess promised.

"No problem, I would have gladly knocked him out for free."

After a moment a pretty blonde girl entered the room and walked over to jess's motionless form and kicked him a few times with her boot. "I guess you really conked him good."

The poet replied. I guess in Jess's self-absorbed existence he never realized you had a brother who was a poet.

"I guess not." Shane replied. Come on, drinks are on me."t done mocking Jess, I had a little follow up to this fic. I would like thank my beta TL for editing this chapter and adding a good twist at the end.