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Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 7

The next morning, Rory woke up covered by several books. ‘This must be heaven’, she thought, rolling on her side. Yet as soon as her gaze fell on her cell phone lying on her night stand, she recalled the feelings of yesterday. Groaning slightly, she sat up and looked away from her cell, her face a stony mask.
“No”, she said loudly. “I won’t be that kind of girl. I was not the other kind of girl and I definitely won’t be the kind of girl mourning about being neglected. Not anymore! Forget it!”
With that she stood up and quickly got dressed. As she went over to open the window to let the fresh morning air blow away her sorrow, she saw something standing on the outer windowsill. Opening the window widely, she stared outside.
As if in a weird dream, she grabbed the large bottle of Tequila (around which a small plastic butterfly was tied) and got it off the windowsill. Weighing the bottle in her hands, she couldn’t help but swallow hard.
“Finn”, she mouthed, looking around disorientated. “You were here?”, she whispered, looking down at the bottle. She had to grin about the butterfly, before quickly getting it off the bottle and putting it onto her palm, eyeing it. She inhaled deeply, turning around, putting the bottle on her desk. She then pinned the butterfly next to the rose on her jacket, watching her reflection on the mirror in her room. Throwing it a smile, she then grabbed her bag and left her dorm, heading to breakfast and her first class. Determined not to think about Finn. ‘Keep to the code’, she told herself, recalling her monologue.
A while after she was gone, an almost audible sound echoed through her room, while her cell vibrated on her night stand.

Just before lunch, Rory headed to the dining hall, meeting a smiling Paris out front.
“Hey Rory”, she greeted her roommate cheerfully – something that didn’t just confuse Rory.
“Paris”, Rory replied.
“You’re heading for lunch?”
“No, I just like to stand in front of the dining hall, Paris.”
“Well, everyone needs hobbies. You care to join me?”
Rory glared at Paris with her forehead furrowed.
“Well –“
“Oh fine! Come on, then”, Paris said and dragged Rory after her.
They sat down on an almost empty table with both their plates fully loaded.
“You know, I am happy, Rory”, Paris began, Rory assuming the worst.
“Really?”, she said, a little indifferent.
“You might have noticed that Doyle and I got back together –“
“Only deaf people wouldn’t have noticed!”
“- and he is even sweeter than before. You know, he was away at the funeral of his aunt and couldn’t reach me for days. He said he tried to call me more than twice a day but his cell wouldn’t work –“
“What a lame excuse!”
“That’s that I thought but then I checked and he was right, back up there in Canada, where his aunt was buried, they sometimes have these storms that rip down phone lines –“ Rory raised an eyebrow. “- anyhow, I am so happy!”
“Well, good for you!”, Rory replied a little annoyed.
“Aren’t you happy?”
“Do I look like I’m happy, Paris?”
“What? None of your gigolos has time for you?”
“Paris!”, Rory blurted out. “I told you!”
“Whatever. So now that I’m happy, you are not? Oh! Don’t even think about being jealous!”
“Trust me, I am not jealous that you are back together with Doyle!”
“Well, good.”
“Good.”
“What’s with the weird butterfly?”, Paris asked after a while of them eating silently.
“It’s not weird, I think it’s sweet”, Rory said, looking down at it, before looking away again, trying to push away the up-welling thoughts and feelings.
Paris watched her, frowning. “What gigolo gave you that?”
“Could you stop calling them gigolos?”, Rory whispered, looking around.
“So?”
“None of your business!”
“But you have to expect people asking you about that thing when you are wearing it in public!”
“Yeah but then I would tell everyone that I just like butterflies!”, Rory said, glaring at Paris. She was about to get up when suddenly someone sat down beside her.
“Hey, Ace!”
Rory turned around rather shocked. “Logan!”
“Ooh, I guess, I’ll better go. Don’t want to disturb anything –“
Rory shot Paris a warning glare, before she turned back to Logan, while Paris got up and left them. Rory bit her lip before she threw Logan a smile.
“Hi.”
“Hey”, he smirked.
“Are we going to stare at each other a little longer? Because if we do, I have to tell you that I am very good at this. I once won a staring contest with my mother”, Rory rambled, trying to ignore her nervousness.
Logan just shot her another smirk.
“So, are we?”
“Don’t worry, Ace, I won’t beat you off your staring throne, just wanted to see you.”
“Really? Why?”, it emerged from her throat, making her feel stupid about it immediately. “I mean, um, -“
“Relax, Ace. Man, are you tense today”, he said, watching her.
‘Damn right, I am’, she thought, suddenly knowing that it won’t be easy to do what she had planned. But she had to do it, there was no use continuing as she did. “Sorry, Paris annoyed me”, she said instead, blaming her roommate.
“Ah, I see”, Logan grinned. “So, how about dinner tonight?”
Oh! Was he asking her out? Did he really want her? Ideal conditions for her plan on dumping him. Yet when she looked at him, she wasn’t sure if she could do it anymore. He was sweet after all – even though she was just one of many. Oh dear, hello again, confusion…
She looked away, sighing, considering future events. On one hand she should have been happy about Logan, the infamous Logan Huntzberger, choosing her as company for tonight’s dinner; on the other hand she had told herself that she wasn’t that kind of girl. She needed strings – even though it sounded funny. But what was she supposed to do? Say no to dear Logan? She even doubted he would accept a no. And if she said yes, would she still be able to get rid of him? And what for? To fall for the next infamous member of the playboy league called Finn? Even though he was all sweet (she shot a glance at the butterfly), he was still the same as Logan.
Logan or Finn. Logan. Finn.
She suddenly realized that it was either both or none.
If she chose Logan, she could never ever stay at his place – because Finn was right next door. And the same problem with Finn. Damn. Why were those two living together? And why was she falling for those two? She shot a quick thought at Colin and wondered how it would be to date him as well – yet she rejected that thought immediately. Colin was no option. As if Logan and Finn weren’t enough…
Alright, Logan. Yes or no. Finn. What about Finn?
He was the one who expected her to dump Logan. She had chosen him first – mainly because he had spent the last days with her and Logan hadn’t. What if Logan had been there for her? She wouldn’t have met Finn in the Pub and nothing would have been like it was now. If only Logan had called her. Then she wouldn’t be sitting beside him in the dining hall, deep in thought and argument about whether to say yes or no to his question.
“Um, Ace?”
His voice caught her off guard. ‘No, wait, I’m not done yet’, she thought desperately before turning to face Logan with a smile. “Hmm?”
“Did you hear me?”
“What?”
“I wonder what you have been arguing about the last ten minutes…”
“Ten minutes? I, oh god, I’m so sorry, I’m not… um… I’m a little thoughtful today.”
“Oh I saw that”, he replied with a grin. “So?”
“So what?”
“Thoughtful and slow, a deadly mixture, Ace.”
“Oh, that”, she said, franticly looking for an answer. It was then that she saw something over Logan’s shoulder. Was that –
She narrowed her eyes and yes. It was Finn, standing in one of the doors leading into the dining hall. And next to him – a girl. Nothing too spectacular, but then he leant down and kissed the girl. It was quite a distance but Rory could swear it was more than a casual kiss. Her stomach turned at the sight of that. She quickly looked away – and into Logan’s eyes.
“Dinner, huh?”, she then said. “Pick me up at seven!”, she added and threw him a grin before she got up and brought back her plate.
She felt Logan’s stare on her back and couldn’t help smirking from ear to ear. What she didn’t know was the other pair of eyes that followed her.

Later that afternoon she sat in her room, studying – as suddenly her cell vibrated. She looked up and realized it had been lying on her night stand the whole day. Weird, she never forgot her cell – but this morning, she had been confused and distracted enough to do so. She picked up the phone and looked at the display. The caller had already hung up again. She flipped it open and saw that she had two missed calls. Two?
She dialled her mailbox and listened to the computer voice while flipping through the book on her lap. The last call was blank but the first had left a message. She put the cell between her head and shoulder, writing down some notes as she listened to the computer voice announcing the message. She almost jumped when she heard Finn’s voice.
“Hey, love”, he had begun, his voice somehow expressionless. “Well, apparently you are not there so, as you can hear, I’m leaving you a message. Perhaps you already found the bottle and the butterfly. I brought them by last night, I would have knocked but you were already asleep. So –“
She hung up. What was he thinking? He seemed not to have the faintest clue what he had done to her!
She quickly dialled his number and waited. Until he answered.
“Hel-“
“What do you think I am?”, she blurted right away.
“Um, what?”
“I just heard your message and you actually think everything is fine? Just because you bring me by that bottle and that stupid butterfly you think I’m fine with you again? Guess what; no, I’m not. I had a terrible day yesterday because of you -”
“Darling?”
“No, don’t darling me! I really thought I had been clear by what I said, but apparently you didn’t hear me and – well, too bad, because tonight, I’m going out with Logan because you weren’t there and apparently aren’t ready to –“
“Open your window.”
“What?”, she turned around perplexed. Getting up from her bed, shoving aside books and notebooks, she went to her window and pulled the curtains aside. There stood Finn, his cell pressed against his ear, waving at Rory as she looked at him.
“Did you hear the rest of my message?”
“What?”, she replied, continuing staring at him through the window. “Wait.”
She put the call on hold and called her mailbox again, listening to the rest of his message. While doing so, she frowned, still locking eyes with Finn through the glass. “Oh.”
“I’ll forgive you, love. Now let me in”, he replied, winking at her.
She slowly opened the window and watched him climb into her room, actually having lost her speech. He stood right before her, looking down at her, his cell still pressed on his ear.
Rory bit her lip, looking up at him, the hand that held her cell to her ear shaking slightly. “I have to hang up now”, she said into the phone.
He nodded and replied into his cell: “Okay, bye, love.”
They both lowered their phones and kept looking at each other.
“I didn’t know she was –“, Rory began, but was interrupted by Finn who put his index finger on her lips.
“How about starting with the beginning?”, he whispered and bent down to brush his lips over hers. “Hello, love.”
“Hi, Finn”, she replied, a little taken aback.
“How was your day?”
She just glared at him.
“Alright, forget that, you’re right. I should have told you as soon as Sandra accidentally called you.”
“Sandra –“
“My cousin. As I told you in my message.”
“So you spent the day with your cousin?”
“I had to. My aunt told me to show her around Yale because she considers changing colleges. She’s going to Berkeley. So I showed her around yesterday and today we had lunch together before she left again. I wanted to tell you but I somehow forgot.”
“I noticed that. And I still don’t understand why your cousin is calling me from your cell.”
“Her cell died and she asked me to use mine. She wanted to call her fiancée. He’s a friend of mine too, so she assumed I had his number as well.”
“Her fiancée? You mean… Roger?”
“That’s his name.”
“Oh god!”
“That’s what she thought.”
“Oh my – is she, are they alright? I mean, she must have thought I am her fiancée’s – that he is cheating on her! And I told her that this was his cell… oh my –“
“Don’t worry, love”, Finn chuckled. “I explained her everything.”
“You did? So she knows?”
“Yes.”
“Well, as does my mother by now”, Rory muttered.
“As long as Logan doesn’t know, everything’s alright.”
“I hope. Oh and why did you name me Roger?”
Finn smirked. “I am uncreative”, he simply stated.
“And wanting me to be more imaginative.”
“I don’t need names to be imaginative”, he winked.
She grinned up at him. “So, um –“
“Yes, we are even, love. Right?”
“Right”, she gloated.
“I missed you yesterday”, he whispered, before he pulled her into a tight embrace.
She couldn’t help but smile against his chest. “Oh shit!”, she suddenly blurted out and pushed him off again.
“Hey, love, you’re ruining the moment!”
“I’m sorry, I just – what time is it?”
“You keep asking me that…”, he said matter-of-factly, before looking at his watch. “Almost 6.15.”
“Oh no!”
“Oh no?”
“Logan’s going to pick me up at seven –“
“And you haven’t dressed yet?”, he imitated her panic, putting his hands on his cheeks.
She shot him a glare. “Are you serious?”
“I’m always serious, love”, he grinned, lowering his hands.
“But I can’t go to dinner with Logan now.”
“Why not?”
“Finn!”
“Yes, darling?”
“You really want me to go to dinner with Logan tonight?”
“He asked you out first. I have to respect that.”
Rory watched him silently. She wasn’t sure whether it was totally sweet of him to say that, or whether he wanted to make her feel guilty – or even whether he didn’t care. “Why?”, she asked after a while.
“Why?”, he repeated her question, tilting his head. “Because it’s your choice.”
She continued watching him – before she took a step towards him and pulled her arms around his neck to close her lips around his. He responded immediately, putting his hands on her waist, kissing her hungrily. In blind passion, she pushed Finn towards her desk, making the Tequila bottle on top shake dangerously. Another knock against the desk and the bottle fell to the ground, shattering loudly.
They parted abruptly, Rory looking down at the broken bottle in shock. “Oh no! Julio!”
“You named the bottle?”
“Yeah”, she muttered, kneeling down to rescue the last pieces and droplets.
“You named the bottle Julio?”
“How would you have named it?”
“I wouldn’t have named it.”
“You’re boring!”, she laughed.
“Am I?”, he mocked, kneeling down beside her.
She turned her head to him and grinned.
“Leave Julio, he was bound to die. I’ll get you a new Julio, alright?”
“Stop saying Julio, that sounds funny coming from you!”, she giggled and kissed him.
Finn quickly shoved aside the shattered glass and pulled Rory along with him, still crawling on his knees around the floor. She followed him. They reached the middle of her room and faced each other like dogs, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
“What are we doing down here, Finn?”, she asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Hmm.”
“Hmm?”
“Hmm!”
“You inhaled Julio!”
She giggled. “Might have.”
“That’s gross.”
“Somehow.”
“How did you name the butterfly?”, he asked, poking her chest.
“Miles.”
“Miles?” Finn raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah.”
“Why did you name it Miles? What kind of a name is Miles?”
“A cute one.”
“You keep surprising me, Rory Gilmore”, he grinned and stretched his neck to kiss her, crawling closer to her, pulling his arm around her neck. She put her hands on his cheeks and deepened the kiss. They soon found themselves lying on the floor, Finn on top of Rory, their arms wrapped around each other, their lips glued together.
She just messed with his hair, having her eyes closed, and enjoyed the feeling of his lips on her throat, when there was a distant knock on the door. After that she heard Paris yell through her dorm:
“Rory! You got a visitor!”
Rory’s eyes jerked open – as did Finn’s. They stared at each other for a second, Rory’s hands in Finn’s hair, Finn’s body pinning Rory to the floor. They couldn’t even jump apart as the door to Rory’s room opened slowly. They both stared at the door with their mouths open – as did Logan as he noticed them.

...to be continued...