CHAPTER 14, PART 1 - RAISE YOUR GLASS

"I propose a toast," Max Medina said, raising his wine glass. He turned to his side and looked at Lorelai. "To Lorelai Gilmore, who has made me ridiculously happy these past six weeks, and" - he turned his gaze to the other side of the table - "to Rory Leigh, without whose interest in my book I would never have had the chance to fall so hard or so fast."

Lorelai felt her cheeks heating as her eyes met Rory's, the other girl's eyebrows raised in an unspoken question. To avoid having to answer, Lorelai quickly looked back at Max and smiled.

"Hear, hear," Robert Grimaldi spoke up from next to Rory. He looked at Rory admiringly. "It's always my pleasure to toast a beautiful woman."

This time it was Lorelai's turn to scrutinize as Rory's cheeks reddened. Rory quickly raised her glass. "Cheers!" she said brightly, and the others raised their own glasses and clinked them together.

Lorelai watched Rory carefully as she downed her wine. Robert's feelings about Rory were obvious; his face practically glowed as he looked at his dinner companion. Rory's feelings, however, were a little more obscure. While she had admitted to Lorelai that she enjoyed Robert's company, she had also noted that she had yet to see Robert even wear a pair of jeans. He seemed perpetually suited, even in his down time, which just seemed...odd. In Lorelai's opinion, Robert had perfect manners and the ease associated with wealth and privilege, but she agreed that there definitely was something overly formal about him.

As for herself, Max had been nothing less than a perfect gentleman toward her. He was punctual, patient, and warm, always picked up the check, never complained if she was running late, and had a wealth of compliments at his disposal at all times. Lorelai had found him to be highly intelligent and able to converse on a variety of topics with a depth that was out of reach of most people - which often included herself. When Max would talk in detail about a piece of art or a matter of public policy, Lorelai would find herself tuning out and then cracking a joke to get the focus back on something fun. It was a pretty effective strategy; Max usually laughed and complimented her, and then they would banter a bit before moving on to the next topic.

One of the upsides to dating someone as cultured as Max was, well, the culture. Max knew every museum inside and out, every theater, every jazz bar, every five star restaurant. He read three newspapers a day and was addicted to his Twitter stream, which featured every prominent news reporter in the country, as well as many around the world. He had an endless network of contacts, all of whom sang his praises and opened their doors to him, whether for a VIP table at the newest hot spot, or front seats to an up-and-coming designer's fashion show, or bypassing the line to get into a small but exclusive poetry reading. With Max, there was always something going on, and Lorelai was enjoying being swept away into his world.

Not that she hadn't had to make some adjustments since they had begun dating. She had practically had to buy a new wardrobe in order to fit in with his intellectual crowd: more knee-length wool skirts and smart jackets. Her high-fashion advertising look was out of place in Max's favorite haunts, as were most of the sexy dresses she had bought when she had been seeing Christoph - the dresses she had bought before. And she couldn't exactly say that Max had the greatest sense of humor. He enjoyed laughing at her little jokes and quips, but she had been noticing lately that the reverse was not so true. It was very different from Christoph - from other men she had known, with whom her cheeks would start hurting from smiling and laughing so much.

She wondered daily whether Max might be the one. She realized now that he was exactly the type of man she had envisioned when she had finally broken things off with Luke. Max was intelligent, cultured, and mature. He was respected and well-liked and had a prestigious job. He was versed in the finer things in life. And he clearly admired her very much.

She was glad she had given him a chance, especially after everything that had happened with Christopher. In a way, all of that seemed in the distant past. It had been a phase in her life, and she was glad to leave it there. Christopher had moved on, she had moved on, and things were as they should be. The less she thought about him, the better. She had Max now. Max was the guy she needed to focus on.

And yet Christopher crept in unbidden, anyways. Lorelai still felt her heart pound when she thought of the intensely hot dream she had had after only dating Max a short while. Perversely, it had been the same night that Max had taken her on a wonderful date to Radio City Music Hall. Having told Max she wanted to take things slowly because she felt he was someone she might want around for a long time, Lorelai had gone to bed alone. But in her dream, she was not alone, because Christopher had been with her, murmuring wild things, doing wild things, bringing her to animalistic ecstasy. She had awakened in a jolt, shaken and sweaty. But the images remained.

She blamed the dream for tainting her against Max's kisses. When Max kissed her, no blazing fire erupted inside of her. His kisses were nice, warm, fun...but they never made her feel out of control. It had to be the dream. No one's kisses could match up to that experience.


After they had finished dinner, Robert invited Lorelai and Max to join him and Rory on his boat, but Max declined.

"Why didn't you want to go on Robert's boat?" Lorelai asked as she and Max walked back to Lorelai's apartment.

Max slid his arm around Lorelai's waist. "I thought the kids could use some private time."

"But it's a boat! Boats are fun. Especially when you drink on them."

Max chuckled. "That is true," he agreed, "but I don't think they needed us old folks tagging along."

"Hey! Who are you calling old?"

"You're adorable, you know that?"

"No, seriously. Who are you calling old?"

They approached the front steps of Lorelai's apartment building, and Max stopped and turned to face Lorelai, taking her hands in his. "Actually, the real reason I turned down Robert's invitation is that I wanted some alone time with you."

Lorelai's heart skipped a beat. "Really? Hey, Lightning McQueen, I thought we had an agreement about taking it slow."

Max moved closer and wrapped his arms around Lorelai. "Oh, I'm dying to come up and rock your world, but I'm respecting our agreement."

An unexpected wave of relief washed over Lorelai. "Okay," she told him, "because I would have to call in Aretha to have a chat with you if you didn't."

"But," Max continued, "I do have one trick up my sleeve to wear down your resistance."

Lorelai's ears pricked. "Oh?"

"Yes. You see, I've been invited to the Mayor's Ball, which, as you know, is one of the biggest events in the city, and many, many fine people are going to be there, and which, as you may not know, is going to be held at a very fine, very old, very glamorous hotel. Now, my idea was to invite you as my date, and then afterwards, we could go upstairs and, respectfully, of course, share a room. What do you say to that?"

Lorelai's heart raced. The Mayor's Ball! Max had correctly identified it as one of the biggest events of the year. Lorelai had longed to go, but the only people she knew who ever got invited were Mitchum and old man Stiles. And now she had a chance to go! "Yes!" she said immediately to Max, not caring how overeager she sounded. "I will skin you alive if you dare take anyone else."

"Ouch," Max said, looking thrilled that Lorelai had said yes. "I take it my charms have won you over?" he asked, a huskiness in his voice.

Lorelai looked into Max's face. He really cares about me, she thought. He would do anything for me. The thought comforted her, and she felt a surge of warmth toward him. "You're on your way," she said softly. Raising her face to his, she kissed him. His arms tightened around her, and she could feel his heart beating against her chest. As their kiss began to intensify, she gently pushed him away. "Good night, Max," she said.

His expression was hungry and yearning as she turned to enter her building. "Good night, Lorelai."


Lorelai had never loved a dress as much as she loved her gown for the Mayor's Ball. Rory laughed at her during the days leading up to the ball because she tried on the dress every day. But the dress! It was so magnificent that Lorelai thought it was a waste not to put it on at least once a day. It was pink and full-skirted and perfect, and she had never felt more glamorous in it.

On the day of the ball, she took the afternoon off work and went to a spa to get pampered. A few hours later she emerged with her hair in a sophisticated knot, with pink opal nails to match her dress, and a radiant face.

"Oh, Gilmore!" Rory breathed when she saw Lorelai finally emerge in her dress. "Are you riding away in a pumpkin tonight?"

Lorelai swished the skirt of her dress. "I don't know, I may not be back until well after midnight."

Rory's eyes widened. "Oh, that's right!" she exclaimed. "Do you think you're ready for...that?"

"I think I've made him wait long enough," Lorelai said with a grin, but no sooner were the words out of her mouth than the memory of that rainy, passionate night with Christopher flickered through her mind. A small frown creased her forehead, but she quickly pushed the thought to the back of her mind. "I think we can do some teacher-student role-playing."

"Okay, that is way too much information," Rory said, but her eyes followed Lorelai's carefully, as if scanning for a sign.

"I mean, he's extremely attractive," Lorelai continued, walking to a mirror and examining herself again. "It's not every day you meet someone who's good-looking and smart and sane all at the same time."

"Very true."

"And as far as I can tell, he seems to be pretty into this" - Lorelai indicated herself - "so that is most definitely worth bonus points."

"So you're definitely falling for him."

"How could I not be falling for him? He's practically perfect. He is exactly the kind of man I need to have in my life right now."

"'Right now'?"

Lorelai shot Rory a look. "What do you mean, 'right now'?"

Rory came and stood next to Lorelai. "What do you mean, 'right now'?"

Lorelai shrugged impatiently. She had a feeling that Rory was going to bring up an unpleasant topic, and she preferred to avoid it if possible. "Okay, I didn't mean 'right now' as in right now 'right now.' I meant it as a general now." She busied herself primping some more in the mirror.

"Gilmore," Rory said, seemingly undeterred, "I just want you to make the right choice for you."

"Rory, Max is the right choice for me."

"It's just...you never really mourned your relationship with Christopher."

Lorelai froze. "Chris and I...what I had with Christopher wasn't a relationship, Rory. You know that. There was nothing to mourn. I told you he started dating someone else, and that was that."

"But you cared about him."

"Well, yes, but I also care about People magazine. Us Weekly is just too frivolous."

Rory folded her arms across her chest. "It's just, I think Max is great, and you and Max are really good together, but I just don't want him to be a rebound."

Lorelai stopped and turned to Rory. "Rebounds occur after relationships. And I didn't have a relationship," Lorelai said icily. "Look, can we just drop it? Max is going to be here any minute."

"Okay, fine," Rory said, backing off. "Just...have a good time tonight."

"I will," Lorelai promised her, as they both heard Max's knock at the door.


Lorelai gripped Max's arm excitedly as they entered the hotel ballroom. The old, elegant design with its high, vaulted ceiling made her feel as though she were entering a fairy tale castle. Wine goblets stemmed elegantly from spotless white tables dotting the perimeter. On the stage, a setup for an orchestra had been assembled.

"I can't believe I'm actually here!" she whispered to Max. All around them swirled a crowd filled with famous faces, and every person was dressed as though it were Oscar night. Lorelai could barely stop gawking at each familiar face.

"Well, you'd better believe it, because I want you to help me rub it in people's faces that I've got the most gorgeous date in the entire place," Max said, beaming as he looked at Lorelai.

Lorelai smiled back at him. "Fred Astaire wishes he looked as good as you," she replied, noting his tuxedo.

As they made their way to the bar, they stopped several times for Max to greet someone he knew and introduce Lorelai. In the span of twenty minutes, Lorelai had shaken hands with the chief of police, a municipal judge, and a famous stage actor.

"Is there anyone you don't know here?" Lorelai asked Max as he handed her a flute of champagne.

"I'm sure we'll run across a few," Max reassured her, smiling.

As Lorelai sipped her champagne, she gazed around the room. She noted a familiar actress and her husband, a former politician, and - her heart nearly stopped as she caught a glimpse of a tall, handsome, brown-haired man in a tuxedo.

Certain she'd been mistaken, she craned her neck to catch another glimpse, and then her heart really did stop.

Christopher.

Immediately, Lorelai's heart began to race, and she felt hot and cold at the same time. Christopher! What was he doing here? If anyone had been the last person she expected to see, it was Christopher. Lorelai tried to compose herself, but her lungs were having trouble inhaling air.

He was smiling and talking to someone Lorelai couldn't see. Surreptitiously, Lorelai scratched her neck and moved a few steps to the left to get a better glimpse of his companion, and her heart stopped all over again.

For there, hanging possessively on Christopher's arm, was Sherry Tinsdale, looking impossibly sophisticated in a sleek, floor-length black gown and matching gloves that went above the elbow, looking very much like a modern-day Audrey Hepburn.

Unconsciously, Lorelai sucked in a tiny gasp as she stared at the other woman. What was she doing here? Was she his girlfriend? Was Sherry the reason Christopher had stopped seeing her? The room started to go blurry.

Max turned away from an athlete who had stopped to say hello, and put his arm around Lorelai's waist. "Do you see someone you know?" he asked.

Lorelai jumped slightly at his touch. "Yes - I mean, no - not really," she lied, but Max's eyes lit up as he followed Lorelai's line of vision.

"Oh, my God, Sherry," he said, a pleased note in his voice.

Lorelai stared at him. "You know Sherry?"

Max looked surprised. "Do you know Sherry?"

"No - yes - I mean, I met her once, but -"

"Well, let's go and say hi," Max said, prodding Lorelai in Sherry and Christopher's direction.

Lorelai tried to protest, but her throat had gone suddenly dry as they drew nearer and nearer to Sherry and Christopher. She tried to think of an escape route, but her brain seemed to have shut down. Christopher is here - Christopher is here - Christopher is here, her mind echoed brokenly.

"Sherry Tinsdale!" Max said jovially, outstretching his arms to Sherry.

Sherry's eyes widened in delight as she turned and saw Max. "Max!" she exclaimed, giving him an air kiss on both sides of his face. "It's been far too long!"

"How long has it been?" Sherry asked.

Max paused to think. "At least two years."

"My God, two years. It's just unthinkable. We need to schedule lunch."

"Absolutely."

As Max and Sherry traded greetings, Lorelai dared to glance at Christopher. Her heart stopped as she took in his long, lean form in his tuxedo. He looked impossibly handsome, especially with his hair grown out just long enough to form sexy waves that begged for her fingers to run through them. Her cheeks flushed as hot, molten images from her dream flashed through her mind, and she had to force back every impulse she had to run away and hide, as if everyone could read her mind.

Oh, God, what is wrong with me? she asked herself, stricken at her thoughts. She glanced at him again, wondering how he would act, and for a brief moment, his eyes met hers. In that instant, she saw recognition, shock, and pain flash by, then immediately a curtain fell, and his expression became placid.

"Sherry, you've met Lorelai before," she heard Max say, and then she found herself extending her hand to Sherry, who shook it warmly.

"Of course I remember Lorelai," Sherry said, her voice dripping with a sweetness that made Lorelai feel ill. "It's so good to see you again."

"Same," Lorelai managed to croak out.

Max seemed delighted that Lorelai and Sherry knew each other. "So how did you two meet?" he asked.

"We" - Lorelai began to say, but Christopher cut her off.

"I was working at a video game expo that Sherry helped organize, and Lorelai was there with me that day," Christopher interjected.

"Helping," Lorelai added. "I was helping."

Max looked confused. "I'm sorry, you're -?"

"Christopher Haden," Christopher said, shaking Max's hand. "Sherry's boyfriend."

"The most wonderful boyfriend," Sherry added, gazing up adoringly at Christopher.

Max still looked confused. "Lorelai, did you used to work in video games?"

"No! No, I was just -"

"Lorelai was just there as a friend," Christopher clarified.

"So you two know each other as well?"

"We -"

"We've hung out a few times," Christopher said.

The casual way he downplayed their relationship felt like a slap in the face to Lorelai. "Hung out a few times"? All of the torrid evenings they had spent together were now reduced to "hanging out"? Was that all it had been to him?

Max didn't seem to notice any of Lorelai's inner turmoil. "Well, any friend of Lorelai's is a friend of mine," he said, sliding his arm more tightly around Lorelai's waist.

Lorelai immediately noticed Christopher's eyes darting to her waist. "And you and Lorelai are dating?"

"We just celebrated six weeks," Max said proudly.

"Six weeks," Christopher repeated. "Congratulations."

Max squeezed Lorelai. "I'm the luckiest guy in the world. Hey, why don't we share a table?"

"Oh, that sounds wonderful!" Sherry exclaimed. "We were worried that we might be on our own tonight."

Lorelai pasted on a smile as she noted how tightly Sherry was holding on to Christopher's arm. "Yeah, a table sounds great."


"No, he left our organization six months ago," Sherry said with a laugh as Christopher refilled her wine glass.

"Well, I'm sure he'll resurface somewhere," Max said, chuckling. "You can't keep a guy like Crazy Cam down for long."

Lorelai straightened in her seat and pushed the remains of her dinner roll around her plate. To her annoyance, Max and Sherry had turned out to be onetime colleagues whose connection went back years. So far they had rehashed the gossip on at least a dozen different people. To Max's credit, he had attempted to bring Lorelai into the conversation, but Sherry had a very interesting habit of steering the focus back to people Lorelai didn't know. Even more irritating, Sherry continually had her hands all over Christopher, touching his shoulder, stroking his arm, caressing his face, or touching his hair. It made Lorelai want to scratch her face off. Why did Sherry have to make such a production of it? She and Christopher were together, fine. But she didn't have to shove it in Lorelai's face. It was almost more than Lorelai could bear. Not only was she trapped in what had become a very boring dinner party, but it was coupled with the nightmare of seeing Christopher out with his new girlfriend.

It seemed obvious now that Sherry was the one Christopher would have chosen to date. Lorelai had known, with all of her feminine intuition, that Sherry had been after Christopher. And, being the type of woman who was used to getting what she wanted, Sherry had pounced the minute she saw an opening. And Christopher, being a man, had fallen right into her trap.

But the worst thing was not learning the identity of Christopher's new girlfriend, Lorelai was discovering. It was the realization that Sherry was Christopher's girlfriend. The woman he was now intimate with. Until now, it had been easy to dismiss Christopher's girlfriend as a nebulous shadow, a faceless person who was more an idea than reality. But now...now there was a flesh-and-blood person in front of her, a person who touched Christopher with all the possessiveness and exclusivity afforded a girlfriend. A person who got to have Christopher's arm around her shoulders, and his hand holding hers, and his smiles and laughter and jokes, and at night, his passionate embrace. For Lorelai, seeing Sherry and Christopher together was like having a knife twisted in her stomach. She couldn't look at Sherry and not wonder if Christopher kissed her the way he had kissed Lorelai. And if Christopher murmured the same things in her ear that he had murmured in Lorelai's. And if Christopher did the same things behind closed doors with her that he had done with Lorelai, things that made her toes curl and drove her crazy with desire.

And he had the gall to act as though Lorelai had been nothing more than a casual acquaintance! When the food came, he politely asked Lorelai to pass the salt, and when she did, he thanked her and then gave Sherry a squeeze and a quick kiss on the cheek! If Lorelai had had a sword in hand, she would have gladly driven him straight through for that.

Realizing that her emotions were starting to boil over, Lorelai tried to tune back into the conversation.

"I have to say," Max was saying, "you two seem so well-matched."

"Oh, well, Christopher is just a dream to get along with," Sherry replied, giving Christopher another adoring look. "I just knew from the moment I met him that he was going to be someone very special to me."

"I'm just trying to live up to her level of perfection," Christopher corrected her, chuckling.

"Oh, stop," Sherry said, giving him a loving swat before meeting his lips for a peck.

Lorelai felt her stomach churning, and she coughed loudly to cover the taste of bile that hit her tongue. "Excuse me, I'm going to run to the ladies' room," she said, and quickly rose from her seat.


In the bathroom she splashed some water on her face and gripped the countertop until her knuckles turned white. Her face looked white in the mirror, and she wondered when she'd started resembling a zombie. Her eyes, usually sparkling, seemed completely at odds with her beautiful gown and glittering jewelry.

"Get a grip," she muttered to herself as she pulled some powder out of her clutch. The night would be over soon enough. She would just tell...oh, no, what was his name? For a second she panicked, realizing that she couldn't even remember the name of the man she'd been dating for six weeks. Max! That was it, Max. She would just tell Max that she wasn't feeling well and they needed to cut their evening short.

She dusted the powder over her nose and felt better when she saw her improved reflection.

As she walked back into the ballroom, she decided to stop at the hors d'oeuvres table. After she had filled her small plate, she hesitated, trying to decide if she should get another plate. After a moment, she decided to go for it, and after loading up a second plate, she turned only to narrowly avoid bumping into Christopher.

"Hey," she said, feeling that she had no choice but to address him. As awful as it was to see him with Sherry, she suddenly realized that it was even worse to be talking to him alone.

"Hey," he said.

She expected him not to say more, but he continued, seemingly oblivious to her desire to leave. "This is some shindig, huh."

"Yeah, it sure is," she said shortly, hoping that he would get the hint that she didn't want to talk. He was close enough that she could smell his cologne, and the memory of kissing him made her stomach ache so badly that she winced.

"I mean, this is fancy stuff. I attended a dozen cotillions in my day, but this leaves everything in the dust," he said, piling some shrimp onto his plate.

"Definitely."

"Of course, to Sherry it's old hat. She's been a regular here for years. I tell you, I've never met someone with such a photographic memory for names. Some of these people she hasn't seen for years, but she never forgets. She even remembers the names of spouses and kids. It's crazy. I asked her if she could bottle some of that stuff for me and..."

The longer Christopher talked, the more nauseous Lorelai felt. That he could stand here, chatting so casually with her was beyond unfathomable. The spacious ballroom began to feel tight and closed, and Lorelai felt that if she stood there another second, she would either pass out, retch all over the place, or both.

"I'm sorry, Chris, I can't do this," Lorelai interrupted, dashing past him to the hallway.

"Lor!" she heard him call after her.

He found her in the corner near the kitchen doors. "Lor! Lor, what's going on?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice as he put his hand on her shoulder.

Lorelai wiped her eyes and shrugged him off. She couldn't let him touch her. "I'm sorry, Chris, I have tried all night to be okay with this, and I'm not."

Christopher looked perplexed. "Okay with what?"

Lorelai looked at him in exasperation. "This! Tonight!"

"I'm sorry, I just don't get it."

"Of course you wouldn't."

"What? What is wrong? Lorelai, did I do something? You have to tell me!"

"Everything! You're here, with her, and you're just so casual about everything, it's like you barely even saw me before! Did it ever occur to you that flaunting your new girlfriend around might be uncomfortable for the rest of us? That I have feelings, too?"

She looked up at him as the tears trickled down her cheeks. She wiped them away with the back of her hand, sure she was smearing makeup all over her face, but she didn't care. She waited for him to apologize, but his next words shocked her.

"Oh, that is really rich, Lor," he snapped, his blue eyes sparking angrily. "I'm flaunting Sherry? I'm flaunting Sherry? I'm only doing what you wanted me to do, so that is really rich of you to accuse me of making you feel bad."

"Oh, so it's my fault now? You can do whatever you want, but it's my fault if I don't like it?"

"Yes, it is your fault if you don't like it! You cut me loose, Lor. You made up the rules, you wanted rules, and I stuck by them. And when I realized that you were too stubborn and too selfish to give us what we both wanted, I got smart, and I moved on."

"Oh, I guess you're so smart, now that you know what I want! You have no idea what I want, Chris, because if you had, you wouldn't have shown up here tonight and you would have told your girlfriend to stop slobbering all over you in public!"

"It's always about you, isn't it, Lor? You made a bad choice, you're miserable, and now you don't want anyone else to be happy!"

"I never said I didn't want you to be happy, I want you to show some respect!"

"Why? Because you showed so much respect to me? Making love to me for months - don't interrupt, you know what it was - and then dropping me like a bad habit when you got scared, and then thought you could just pick it right back up when you felt lonely again? If that's respect, then by golly, sign me up for some of that!"

"Chris, I had a lot going on in my life when -"

"You don't get to treat me as an option, Lor, and then demand that I show any loyalty to you afterward. Do you think it's been any fun for me to sit there tonight, watching Professor Plum moon over you as though you're the eighth wonder of the world? Who, it turns out, you've been dating since the moment I told you it was over? Gee, I wonder what that looks like! Either you had a toadie waiting on the hook or you really are as delusional as it looks, trying to trick yourself into believing you might actually be falling for the first guy you laid eyes on!"

"I had met Max months before we ever began dating!"

"So I guess it's just convenience that you finally saw the light at the same time I started seeing Sherry!"

"It's no more convenient than you picking the low-hanging fruit just because you didn't hear from me for a few days!"

"And I bet you told Max all about how low you hung with me, right?"

Lorelai recoiled at the barb, and fresh tears stung her eyes. "Well, now we know why I'm with Max. Because he has class. He would never speak to me like you just did."

"Well, if it makes you feel better to call it class, then -"

"Go to hell!" Lorelai screamed at him. "Go to hell, and take Sherry with you!"

Christopher glared at her and then shook his head. "Three months ago I was so in love with you," he said quietly.

Then he turned and walked away.

As Lorelai watched him go, she realized her whole body was trembling. She took a moment to try to compose herself, but her hands would not stop shaking.

Finally she felt stable enough to walk to the restroom, where she did her best to fix her ruined makeup.

She returned to the dinner table to find Max alone. His face brightened when he saw her.

"What happened to you?" Max asked. "I've been waiting for my gorgeous girl to get back here so I could show her off on the dance floor."

A sudden rage filled Lorelai. What did Max know about her? What could Max ever know about her? All he cared about was looking good and knowing the right people. "I'm not your girl, Max!" she shrieked wildly at him. "I haven't even slept with you yet! And if you call me your girl one more time tonight, I will go buy a gun just so I can shoot you in the face!"

As she stormed away, she realized she didn't care what Max thought. She could get Max back. She could already hear him running after her, calling her name.

"Take me home," she said when he caught up to her.

"But what about -"

"Just take me home," she ordered him.

She had some mourning to do.


AUTHOR'S NOTE: RL fans, I didn't forget about Rory and Logan. They'll be in Part 2 of this chapter. :)