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Three weeks had gone by since Logan had met Rory for the second first time. And Logan wasn’t amused anymore. In fact, he was rather intrigued. Because something very unusual had occurred during this time: he had found himself thinking about the beautiful brunette with her amazing blue eyes and sharp tongue quite often. Even more surprising was that he even thought about her when he was out with other girls. Something what wasn’t exactly in their favor. Were they blue eyed he found himself annoyed that their eyes weren’t as alive with fire as Rory’s. Were they brunette he couldn’t help but finding them far less interesting than Rory. And generally, he was getting bored quickly by them. None of the girls he had been with in this week had the nerve to look at him anyway else than with awe, lust or triumph. Not one was quick enough to keep up with him in a real talk. Actually, not one was intelligent enough to even have a decent talk with.
He wasn’t yet sure what he thought about this development. For now he let it happen and looked where it would lead him to. In the meanwhile he kept his dates rather short and spent a bit more time with just the guys.
Of course he tried to run into Rory once more. To his dismay though he had had no luck so far. She never had come over to the pub. She hadn’t been on one of the parties he had attended together with his friends. When he walked by her dorm he never got lucky to catch her. Nor had he so far sighted her anywhere else on the campus.
It was frustrating.
At least he had found out her full name. Not that that had been a real challenge. A smile accompanied with a promising glance had easily given him access to the names of the persons, presently occupying the floor apartment in Branford House. Paris Geller and Lorelai Leigh Gilmore. As Rory would have been a real stupid nickname for Paris or Geller he was fairly certain that his Rory was the Gilmore girl.
The name had actually surprised him. Gilmore was a good name in his circle. Hell, his parents were friends with Richard and Emily Gilmore and he had been often enough at one of the Gilmore’s events. And just because of that he knew that Rory couldn’t be associated to them. He sure would have met her before. Not to mention that with her attitude she hardly could have been one of society. And the clothes she had worn screamed anything else than money.
Actually, he had figured that she had gotten into Yale due to some scholarship.
And yet… there was her first name. Lorelai Leigh sure fit in with other names out of the high society. Not to mention that she lived in a two rooms dorm in Branford and not only that, it was the floor apartment. This just screamed money and good connections. On the other hand her roommate, Geller, surely was society, so perhaps she just was lucky to be associated with Geller.
Of course he could have gotten more out, but somehow he liked the mystery around that girl. Sooner or later he would inquire about her more, but for right now he was content with wondering. And guessing.
“You’re late.”
Logan looked up to see Colin scowling at him. “What?”
“The staff meeting,” Colin elaborated.
Still clueless, Logan raised an eyebrow.
Exasperated, Colin rolled his eyes. “Yale Daily News? Mitchum threatening to cut you off should you not involve yourself more in the paper? You begging me to not let you forget about that so that I won’t have to cover you in the future? Does that ring any bells?”
“Oh shit!” Remembering, Logan jumped up from the couch and raced out of Finn and Colin’s dorm. He had totally forgotten about this stupid meeting!
Yet, when he passed his own dorm he couldn’t resist making a slight detour to go into his room to grab the hat he had bought to annoy Doyle, the crazy little guy who run the paper at the moment. Sure, his father had forced him to go into the college paper but he’d be damned if he had to sit around the editorial and not have a little fun. Upon previous, admittedly short visits there he had soon found out that the most fun was scarring and annoying Doyle. Doyle hated him – what he was and where he came from. But he was scared shitless of his father, the great Mitchum Huntzburger, media-mogul.
When he finally got there he was late of course. But that wasn’t what Logan surprised.
No way.
But sure enough, there, behind a pale and gaping Doyle, stood the girl he had been looking for for the past three weeks, and, naturally, glaring at him.
Rory.
Unbelievable. Here he had looked everywhere for this girl and now he found her here? Oh yeah, fate sure could be ironic.
But instead of acknowledging her presence immediately he first gave his full attention Doyle – or at least let it look like that. In truth he drank in every flicker of emotion that ran over Rory’s face. She surely hadn’t expected him to show up here either. And while he annoyed Doyle he watched as she got more and more confused, especially when his father was being mentioned.
“Oh Logan, please. You? Trouble? Stop, we’re just glad to have you here,” Doyle said, his voice full of sarcasm.
For a moment Logan actually really looked at Doyle. “Careful boy, you might hurt yourself, kid. Better get back to work, right boss?” he said in a slightly warning tone before he finally, finally officially acknowledged Rory’s presence. “Rory, nice to see you!”