Chapter Four
{Rory}
Beep. "Hey, Rory it's Gabe. You know, Gabe Saporta. Well, as you know, or not, I'm back from my almost seven-week trip in Seattle and I've been thinking about that dinner we agreed to have as friends once I've come back. Call me back so I'd know when you're free." Beep.
I opened the door and entered to see the dorm rearranged, almost fully set up and decorated.
"Wow," I said.
"Hope you don't mind but I switched our rooms without asking. But yours may be bigger and mine would get less sun so I won't have to worry about melanoma," Pia said, fussing around the room, hanging a picture and making small adjustments
"Hey," I said.
Pia looks at me. "What?"
I pulled Pia into a warm hug. "Pia, you're my best friend and I love you. So, whatever happened in the past is in the past. I have something to tell you."
"I know that," Pia replied. "Okay, shoot."
"I met Gabriel. Gabriel Saporta. And we talked then I gave him my number," I said quickly.
Pia looked at me with her mouth wide open. "No way!"
Surprisingly, it didn't sound like a "God, I can't believe you!" no way, but it was more like a "Oh My God! You met Leonardo DiCaprio" no way.
I smiled, relieved. "Yes way! We are so outdated in music. Gabe is a celebrity now."
"Tell me everything. And I mean everything."
And so I did, starting from the listening-to-the-radio part to the voice mail.
"Call him back."
"No, Pia, I don't want to do that now. I just want to know what you think about this because you had a thing for him once. And I don't want that to ruin our friendship again."
"You just said what's past is in the past, Rory. It was just a stupid crush, I'm over it. I want Samuel now." Then she paused, slowly smiling and said, "Oh. My. God. You're not over him! No wonder you're afraid I'd get mad because you think there's a possibility tha--"
"No!" I can't believe this. "That's not true! I was just thinking tha--"
"Hey! I was just joking!," she said, laughing. "Look, I'm older now, I know that I can't control your feelings or his. I was stupid back then, I let Ivy get to me. You haven't dated anyone since the break up. You should call him."
"I guess I will," I said. "What's that?" I asked, pointing to the flyers Pia was holding.
"Flyers. I'm spreading the word. The professor died, remember? Can you help me do it too?"
"Yeah."
I exited my dormroom, alone and looked for an empty space on any of the nearby bulletin boards which are already crammed with notices, notes and advertisements. Then, three students enter the dorm hall. I recognized them.
"Okay, Sam, last building. please say that it's her room."
Samuel eagerly looked around. "Uh..."
Blond guy said, "And apparently, it doesn't look familiar."
They all walk in front of my dorm room. "Here. I'm sure it's this."
"Don't put your number, put Logan's," Pete said, indicating the blond guy.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
"No thanks," said the blond guy, Logan, I think.
"Excuse me? What are you doing in front of my room?"
They all turned to see me. Logan, the blond guy, grins. "Okay, put my number," he said.
"So, you're Pia's roommate?" Samuel asked.
"Are you sure this is your room?" Pete asked.
"I'm sorry about the mix-up. My friend here means no harm. He just thinks that he has found his soul mate."
"There she is!" Pete and Samuel ran upstairs.
Logan turned to me. "We sincerely apologize, and we will now leave you to finish putting up your poster of... this really old guy." He looked closer to the flyers I had in my hands.
"Professor Xanders died last week," I explained.
"Okay, so were you and Xanders..." He paused.
"Sorry. 'Sjust you're putting a poster of him up in your hallway. You can see where I get the impression he's a little bit more than a teacher." He continued grinning.
I rolled my eyes, making Logan look surprised.
"You don't know me, but you don't like me." Logan smiled widely.
"I know you. I met you when you and your friends embarrassed Max like that."
Logan raised an eyebrow. "Max? Yes, Max. I'm sorry. It slipped my mind. Of course I met you yesterday with Max. Nice to see you again..."
"Rory!" I exasperated. "Why do you always speak to people as if they're below you?"
"Nice to see you again, Rory. You're looking well. Angry works for you," Logan said.
I rolled my eyes. "I'm just irritated by how you treated Max. It's how you said it."
"I'm sorry. What did I say that was so bad? I said hello and I think I said he made a kick-ass margarita"
"Just because somebody doesn't have money or a fancy family doesn't mean they're inferior to you."
"I agree."
"And just because somebody is a bartender at a party for you and your friends, that doesn't mean that you can talk to them like a servant."
I turned to walk away.
I had to admit, he looked amazing with his white button-up with the first two undone, his tie hung loosely around his neck, and slight-sagged khaki pants.
{Gabe}
Penbridge Building Room 3. Friday @ 7. Surprise me w/the restaurant. See ya!
I closed my cellphone and smiled to myself. We're really going to be friends.
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