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"What the hell is going on?"
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Rory stood dumbstruck staring bleakly at the drunken, hung over figure of a man with a sinister look on his face. His stare could pierce through a steel wall; a look of death burned in his eyes and it was directed towards the one person in the room that he hated right now, Logan. An astonished look adorned Rory's face as she stood there switching her eyes from Logan to the angry figure who stood in the doorway.
"Rory what is going on?" Ryan Leonard sneered to his girlfriend who was standing half naked with a red blanket carelessly wrapped loosely around her petite frame with her messy brown curls cascading down her pale back.
"Umm…Ryan…I can explain…I have a good explanation…a very good explanation…yeah explanation…for why I…I mean we…are standing here…" Rory stammered while she fiddled with her hands. Her stare gazed down at her bare thin feet and nearly blended into the opaque marble flooring the lined the lobby and front walkway.
"Yeah I'm sure you have a great explanation for your current situation Rory," he said to her in a mocking tone. He stepped forward towards her trembling body with his fists clenching by his sides.
"Ryan…I really can explain…" Rory stuttered; fear was evident in her voice as she slightly began to back away from the place where her feet, she thought, were permanently glued to the cold marble floor. He moved closer and closer to her retreating form.
"Well then start explaining…" Ryan growled at her. His anger was bubbling over; she had never seen him this mad. He almost frightened her timid figure. His hand gripped forcefully around her thin naked arm as he pulled her closer to him with an angry smirk plastered on his tired, hung over face. A scared look flitted across her blue eyes as she scanned the room.
"Why don't you back off!" Logan shoved himself in between the couple; a look crossed his face that looked as if he was ready to kill him right on the spot. Before Logan could say anything else, Ryan had already cocked back his arm and hit Logan square in the jaw, causing his head to whip around and him to loose balance, stumbling into Rory on his way to the floor. Rory hit the marble with a thud as Logan fell on top of her, but he was up before she could move a muscle and was lunging after Ryan.
A deafening sound rang throughout the lobby as Logan's fist connected with Ryan's face with a cracking sound. Rory gasped as Ryan, holding his nose gently with his hand, and flew towards Logan, tackling him to the ground. Rory sat on the ground dumbfounded and speechless; she wasn't even sure what they were fighting about, or which problem they were fighting about, but she didn't want to see anymore of this.
Ryan wrestled Logan, pinning him against the ground and punching the living crap out of him before Logan could tackle him to the ground and repeat the process on to Ryan. Rory tried to get up without being hit by one of the two guys currently beating the shit out of each other.
"Logan! Ryan! Stop this now!" Rory screamed out at them; her voice was hoarse from the tears that had been streaming down her pale cheeks moments earlier. By now other coworkers had gotten involved in breaking up the turmoil running a muck throughout the marble lobby. Red blood was now streaming down both of the guys faces. Coworkers had begun attempting to break apart the two but it was proving to be more difficult than one would imagine. Fists were connecting with faces and bodies collided with the marble floor. Rory just stood there in the middle of chaos; she couldn't understand how this could happen. It was if every thought in her mind was racing past each other in a tangled web; she couldn't gasp onto what she had caused. Two men fighting over her. She wanted desperately to run away, far far away, but her feet would carry her anywhere. They seemed bolted to the ground, not allowing her to run. Rory Gilmore just stood in the middle of the chaos enclosed lobby, wishing she could be anywhere but there.
Ryan and Logan were finally pulled off each other by a couple of coworkers, who unfortunately had large bruises and cuts adorning their faces due to the brawl and a few misplaced punches. Logan's face was smeared with blood from his split lip and Ryan's face was already bruising from Logan's knuckles. Logan's quick gasps for air mimicked Ryan's short breaths. Ryan's eyes bored into Logan, but Logan wasn't looking at him. His eyes rested on the only thing in his life he had really ever wanted or needed. He knew he would do anything to have her before, but he had to leave her behind. This complicated shit and drama was not something he needed or wanted.
Rory looked up from her feet; her eyes were rimmed and her cheeks stained with tears. She caught Logan's gaze; his perfect caramel eyes staring back into her own. She saw everything flit through his eyes; all his thoughts and emotions reflected in those caramel orbs. She wanted nothing but to run over to him and apologize and win him back. But that wasn't an option, and she knew it. So she just looked longingly back into his eyes remembering the memories they had shared, the experiences they had been through together. She wanted him back so bad it hurt. She couldn't help herself; she let words slip from her mouth.
"I'm sorry." Two simple words to convey so much emotion and passion. Two words to mask the multitude of mistakes. Two words to break or make the relationship; it was up to Logan.
With those two words, Logan lowered his head and strode solemnly out of the office. All eyes followed him as he pushed the doors open and looked back. He spoke only two words to mimic her.
"Goodbye Ace."
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Goodbye? What the hell did he mean by that? It was a week ago that these words were spoken and she had yet to see Logan. Everyday she would casually stroll past his office and pear in to see if he was sitting as he normally behind a mountain of paperwork. He never was. Her mind was racing trying to come up with a plausible answer yet none came to mind.
She currently sat trying to type her next article but was having little luck since a certain blonde haired guy was plaguing her thoughts. She knew she would never finish anything if she couldn't get her mind off of him. The whole office was still buzzing about their quarrel in the lobby; it even topped the scandal in the copy room which she was currently getting an earful about from Barbara.
"…and she was found on his lap on top of the copy machine. Well, basically they were in a state of undress; I mean we are talking thongs and boxers on the ground if you know what I mean," Barbara rambled on, winking at Rory while she said the last part.
"Yeah I d…" Rory started but was interrupted shortly after.
"I know and now apparently she is pregnant with his baby and he won't leave his wife for her. So then she sent a letter to his wife telling her basically that she had been fucking her husband for like two months; now his wife filled for divorce and we all no that's going to be a financial nightmare." Barbara went on about the divorce for about two more painful minutes.
"Hey Barbara, do you mind maybe if we chat later?" Rory stated sarcastically.
"Oh yeah of course Rory, I know you must be stressed from the fight with…" Barbara started.
"This has nothing to do with him."
"Ok, sorry Rory," Barbara said. She turned on her heel to leave but looked back, "look just so you know, you two are the talk of the town so to speak. I mean of course a Huntzberger love affair trumps copy room fuck fest any day of the week. At least in my opinion it's also more attractive. I mean if you listened to the interns in the break room, anyone could deduce you are considered a bombshell but who could have predicted innocent little Rory Gilmore made the notorious playboy Logan Huntzberger fall in desperate love. It's such a fairy tale love affair…" Barbara trailed off, sighing calmly and then turning again to leave.
Rory couldn't take any of this talk anymore; it was aggravating to listen to everyone in this office judge her relationship, something they had no idea what they were talking about. She slammed her fists down on the desk with such force that she rocked her phone off the hook. She could hear the persistent dial tone ring throughout her mind over and over again. Instead of hanging it up, she punched in a familiar number and waited for the voice on the other end.
"Hello Dragonfly Inn, this is Lorelai speaking. How may I help you?"
"Mom…" Rory whined into the phone. She slumped into her desk chair and buried her head in her hands. Her dark brunette matted curls fell forward into her face. Her eyes ached from sleep deprivation and her limbs felt weak. The phone felt awkward in her tired hands as she tried to suppress the tears that were begging to come forth.
"Honey…what's wrong?" Her mom's voice sounded soothing and calm, but she could tell she was worried. Rarely did Rory ever break down.
"Everything is just falling apart; it's like I can't control anything anymore. Everyone is talking about Logan and…me and I just can't keep answering their questions anymore…I want…I want everything to back to way it was before this ever happened…before he came." Rory cried into the phone.
"Oh Rory…honey do you want to come home for a little bit? We can have a movie night and watch whatever you want…" Lorelai soothed.
"Thanks Mom but…I should stay and…I don't know but I have work to do and maybe it can keep mind off of him," Rory said into the phone; she had significantly calmed down but tears were still silently running down her cheeks.
"Ok hun…but if you want to come home…" Lorelai said into the phone reassuringly; the sounds of shuffling papers could be heard in the background along with Michel yelling in his disgruntled French accent at some poor guest asking for extra towels.
"Sure Mom I know…I just…I don't know. I'll talk to you later, Mom." Rory sighed into the phone that was struggling to remain in her trembling hand.
"Same here. Remember you can always come home," Lorelai said happily into the phone. "I've got to go; Michel is screaming incessantly at some of the guests and I have to stop them before he chases them out like he did the Laterdales."
"Laterdales?" Rory inquired, suddenly interested in the hilarious story, the type that always followed when Michel was involved.
"Oh trust me I'll tell you later…uh…got to go hun…Michel stop! Don't throw that…crap…bye," Lorelai screamed into the phone before running off hurriedly to stop Michel.
"Bye," Rory mumbled to no one since her mom had already hung up to go stop some catastrophe that was ensuing thanks mostly in part to Michel; the French accent he had always seemed to rub the guests the wrong way. This could also be in part the fact that he was extremely rude to anyone he deemed less than him.
Rory sat in her chair with the phone limp in her hand; the dial tone rang out through the ruckus of the office. She couldn't leave the office; she couldn't leave work and she knew that. But some part of her wished that it wasn't true because she knew if one more person came up to her to ask some insane question pertaining to Logan and their fight she was going to throw a shit fit.
"Look there she is…" some random blond haired intern pointed, what she apparently thought, inconspicuously at Rory. The red haired girl next to her looked at Rachel, another writer whose desk was next to Rory's. "No her. HER!" the blond vigorously pointed at Rory.
"Ohhh…" the red haired intern mused.
"Yeah, she's the one who had a 'relationship' with Logan Huntzberger," the blond gossiped. She eyed Rory with jealous eyes as she whispered to the red head. They giggled furiously and scurried away as fast as they could in their five inch Manolo stilettos. They clacked loudly against the marble as they exited the lobby to outside, obviously for lunch which was useless because they looked as if the last meal they had eaten was in the seventh grade.
Rory scoffed; she was fed up with people asking her about him. She couldn't deal with this any longer; she was going to snap. If she did, those pathetic bimbo airheads would be first on her list. She had to go; she had to leave this place.
She punched numbers into the phone so hard that it seemed as if it was going to break.
"Mom…"
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