I am still working on Of Murders and School Dances, but this idea was plaguing me and I want to do it. I think it will be a bit lustier
We are in Veronica's first year of college. She has gone through a rape and the chilling murder of her best friend, Lilly. She was shunned by her friends and boyfriend, Duncan, forcing her to grow up and toughen up. In the end, she proved Lilly was killed by Richard Casablancas, the father of the boy who raped her. Like father like son, she'd thought.
Logan is a 23 year old teacher at Hearst. His father abused him most of his life, but ended up in jail after Logan pressed charges. He moved to California for a better life with his best friend Dick Harrison.
This story is AU and some of the characters we love will make appearances. I might have tweaked some characters here and there with personality, ages, and last names…The rest will be explained along the way. Hope you guys like this one.

One

"Shit, shit, shit!" Veronica cursed as she pulled into the first available parking space.
She was officially late for her first class at Hearst University. She knew how important first impressions were and now the teacher she'd planned to like best would hate her for being late. Introduction to Criminology had caught her eye the second she was picking her classes for freshman year at college. Veronica wasn't 100% sure what she imagined herself doing in ten years, but an FBI agent or journalist would be exciting. She already had experience with mysteries and crimes from the PI work she did through high school, working at her father's office.
Veronica ran down the hallway, crashing into another student, who was in front of Room 170, her Criminology classroom.
"Whoa, where's the fire?" the guy joked.
Veronica was going to ignore and him and push past, but when she raised her gaze to find the classroom door, she gasped. The man (because boy was not the right word) in front of her had beautiful hazel eyes that changed from green to brown, depending on the light hitting him. He had a smirking mouth that was sculpted so perfectly Veronica immediately yearned to trace them with her tongue. His brown hair was spiked up at the top and messily ruffled near the back. He was taller than her, which was an easy feat, and his body was lean, but clearly toned and muscled from some vigorous sport. In short, a hottie.
"Are you okay?" he asked, seeing the little blonde frozen in front of him.
"Uh, um. I'm late." She responded, feeling stupid right after.
"This is your class?"
"Yeah. Yours?"
He grinned mysteriously.
"Definitely my class."
"I'm Veronica." She gathered her wits and held out a hand, adding a flirty smile.
"Logan." He took her small hand in his larger one.
She felt a warm shock shoot down her body from his touch and she quickly took her hand back. He must have felt the same electricity because he looked at his hand in confusion.
"So… I hope the teacher isn't a hardass. I was late when I crashed into you. Now, I'm beyond tardy."
"He's not a hardass."
"Oh? Do you know him?"
Logan coughed to hide his laugh.
"You could say that."
"These girls were saying he's some sort of celebrity or something."
"Really?" he asked, opening the door for her.
"And that he was majorly hot."
"Hmm." He said as they walked down the row of seats.
Veronica was taking one in the second row when she saw Logan go past the second and first rows to the front of the classroom.
"Where are you going?" she asked and he gave her a grin before putting his briefcase on the teacher's desk and facing the whole class.
"Welcome to Intro to Criminology. I am your professor Logan Echolls. Sorry for the late appearance. I got caught up with something." He gave Veronica a subtle glance.
She was busy gaping and blushing, burying her body in her chair.
I was flirting with my teacher? God, how embarrassing. And why is my stupid heart beating so fast?
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Class was over soon enough and Veronica rushed to gather her books and run from the classroom when someone cleared her throat behind her.
"Veronica, can I see you for a moment?"
She didn't respond, just waited until the classroom was empty.
"I'm sorry for earlier. If I had known who you were I absolutely would not have done that."
"What? Talked to me?"
"Flirted with you." She looked at the floor, blushing again.
He grinned.
"That was flirting? My, how the times have changed."
"How old are you?" she asked bluntly and he chuckled.
"Twenty-three."
"Oh… that's young."
"Yes, it is. I took advanced classes all through high school so by the time I was twenty two I had a Master's Degree. I knew some people at Hearst who gave me this position as a favor and an opportunity to prove my teaching abilities."
"You're a good teacher." She murmured.
Not that I remember much of this lesson since I alternated between avoiding your gaze and staring at your chest.
"Thank you. I hope I'm not making you late for another class."
"Oh no, no. Yours is my only class of the day."
"Only one class? That's lucky. First year at Hearst?"
"Yeah."
"We have that in common." He smiled.
"I'll see you tomorrow… sir?" she said almost questioningly.
He laughed.
"In class, I wouldn't mind Mr. Echolls. But, it's just you and me so Logan is fine."
"Bye, Logan." She turned to leave and he called one last thing.
"Please be on time tomorrow, Veronica!"
She hurried the pace out of the classroom.
-"You're carrying on a torrid affair with a teacher? It's official I will live vicariously through you from now until the end of days" Mac said as they lay on the floor of their shared dorm room.
"It's not a torrid affair. We haven't even hugged. I touched his hand before I went into the classroom. Before I found out he was my teacher."
"You said that one touch sent sparks through you. That means something." She nodded firmly.
"Can we please not talk about Logan? How's Wallace?"
"He's trying out for the basketball team. No surprise there. He said afterwards he was going to help his roommate unpack. His name is Piz, I think."
"Piz? What a horrible name."
"I think his given name Stosh Piznarski."
Veronica whistled.
"His parents must hateeeee him."
Mac laughed in agreement.
"So tell me more about Logan."
"Mac! I'm trying to think of him as Mr. Echolls, my grown-up, off limits teacher."
"Mr. Echolls, my oh my." She repeated in a husky voice that made Veronica laugh out loud.
"Stop it! He's off limits."
"How old is he?"
"Twenty three."
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen. Where are you going with this?"
"You're of legal age. And so is he. If you weren't teacher/student the age difference wouldn't be a problem. You obviously like him, so go for it."
"What if he's married or has a girlfriend?"
"Was he wearing a ring?"
"No, but a girlfriend is still possible."
"Or not. It doesn't matter right now. Promise me you'll give this a shot, Veronica Mars. Talking about this is the happiest I've seen you in months."
"The past months haven't been a picnic to go through, Mac."
"I know and that's why this is good. Picture this. You seduce this hot teacher man into a night of pure passion. If you like it you do it again. And again and again. No strings attached just sex. It's a physical attraction you feel. When was the last time you had that? And please God don't say Duncan, because that was not physical. It was all lovey dovey crap."
"Gee thanks for putting my three year relationship into such kind words."
"Oh, please Duncan was a bastard disguised as a nice guy. He knocked up Meg Manning and then ran away from Neptune."
Veronica sighed.
"You're right. I haven't felt a physical attraction to anyone. Cassidy took that from me."
Mac knelt in front of her best friend.
"No, he didn't. He tried to ruin you, to hurt you but he couldn't mar you, Veronica. You were too strong for him. I know what he did to you. He stole your virginity, but he didn't steal your essence, your spirit. No one can do that but you. He's rotting in jail, isn't he?"
Veronica nodded silently, listening to her friend's speech.
"And you are on your way to the hottest love affair of the century? Am I right?"
"Yeah, you are." She said softly and added a flirty grin. "Logan Echolls won't know what hit him."
"Atta girl!" Mac shouted, knocking over the root beer she'd been drinking.
"Mac! It's all over my Criminology textbook!"
"Well, then I did you a favor. That's your in."
Veronica glared at her friend's enthusiasm.

Logan arrived home at 8 o clock, cracking his back from the strain of carrying his heavy briefcase and maintaining perfect posture in front of his four classes. He set his briefcase down on the coffee table and flopped back onto his living room couch. Logan came from a family of rich actors so he had enough money to fill an ocean, but he chose to live modestly in a cozy studio apartment a few blocks from Hearst. He had a living room, kitchen, expansive bathroom, and two bedrooms. He left one set with comforter and pillow for whenever Dick stayed over.
Richard "Dick" Harrison was Logan's only remainder of the hell of his childhood. New York had been Logan's birthplace, a bustling city of fame and fortune, with celebrities at every corner. Lynn and Aaron Echolls were worldwide successes. Aaron with his cheesy action flicks and lame romances, Lynn with various soap operas and charities. The magazine covers showed the three Echolls as a holy trinity of families, displaying smiles and false embraces. Behind closed doors, Lynn choked down bottles of vodka as her husband mercilessly abused her son.
For eleven years Logan was subjected to whippings by studded belts, cigarettes put out on his skin, and simple punches to the face and ribs. The second he turned 18 he escaped. Left New York behind to move to the West Coast and pursue a teaching career. But… not before pressing charges against his father for child abuse. It wasn't as difficult as he's expected. He'd photographed the beatings before and found two doctors who'd treated him in separate emergency rooms when his father had been extremely brutal. Even his mother pulled herself together to testify against her husband.
The media had thrown a parade with all the gossip and drama they reported. Aaron's myriad of affairs had come out, including one with Logan's girlfriend of the time, Madison Sinclair. It had been an awful time with paparazzi camped outside the Echolls house and the courts.
After Aaron was convicted of abuse and statutory rape (the Sinclairs sued) Logan told his mother he had to start a new life and boarded the first plane to Neptune, California. Dick followed loyally, knowing his best friend needed him but wanted space from the place of only bad memories.
Logan cracked open a beer and turned the TV to the news. He wasn't following the news story, as his thoughts were completely taken over by one Veronica Mars.
She's so beautiful. That flowing, golden hair. Those big, blue eyes. The creamy skin and petite build. Maybe it's for the best that she's my student and we can't pursue a relationship. I'm a mess, anyway. A child of abuse, drugs, and alcohol. I hate my father, but even my mother wasn't the best influence. The longest relationship in my life was with Madison and it turned out she was with me for access to my father. Then there was Kendall… but that's a chapter of my life I'd like to forget. Veronica is pure, maybe not virginal, but there's a purity I don't want to ruin there. God, but she's so beautiful.
He was startled out of his thoughts by the ringing of his cell phone.
"Yeah?"
"Dude!" It was Dick.
"It's 8:30 on a school night. You know I teach classes early tomorrow. Think about whatever you're going to ask me. If it's a party and getting waster, my answer will be no."
"You're no fun anymore." He whined.
"I love you too, buddy."
"Actually, I was asking if I could crash at your place tomorrow night. I'm flying in from Texas."
"I thought you had a show there."
Dick was a male model, since many people were interested in the buff, blonde look and he was usually dressed in underwear or bathing suits for his runway shoots. Dick never complained though because he was making money off his looks and meeting supermodels from exotic countries.
"Yeah, ended early. One of the models got sick and ended up at the hospital. Bulimia, I think."
"Shocker."
"Yeah, so I'll be there tomorrow. And then you better get your ass in gear for a party! I won't allow you to punk out. We are men in our sexual prime! We can't let things go to waste."
"I'm sure our penises won't drop dead if we wait a little for someone worthwhile."
"Who are you? Someone worthwhile isn't always someone easy."
Logan sighed, knowing it was pointless to argue with his best friend over women. Logan wanted a serious relationship because he didn't like to waste his time with vapid girls who wanted money or fame from being with him. Dick just wanted a girl who put out on the first date.
"Goodbye, Dick."
"I see how it is. I know when I'm not wanted."
"Good." He hung up and finished his beer before heading to his bed.
He couldn't help the dreams he had of Veronica Mars, in compromising positions as well as ones where they were simply kissing and she was in his arms.

Do you guys like this enough for me to continue with it? It would be on the side to Of Murders and School Dances, which is more my priority at the moment.