Title: Logan's Story

Characters/Pairings: Logan, Veronica, Lilly, Duncan, Dick, Mac, Wallace, Keith (eventually LoVe)

Summary: Logan's new to Neptune. AU, but it will be influenced by events in the show eventually

Spoilers: None as of yet, though I will begin including actual events from the show, I'll give warnings in future chapters as to what I'm spoiling.

Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars, unfortunately.

A/N: This is my attempt to get back into writing VM fic. I'm not sure if I should continue so please let me know what you think! In this story Lilly is still alive, and Veronica is a mix between the one we see on the show, and the Veronica we can glimpses of in the flashbacks.

I clench my hands as I walk down the hallway of Neptune High School. My long sleeved shirt is being stretched over my hands. It's just a nervous habit I have. And I've come to notice it increases tenfold when people are starring. Seriously, it's like they're all trying to burn holes in the back of my head. And their whispering? Yea, not exactly whispers. They all know my name; the only thing they don't know is what I'm doing here.

So who am I? Logan Echolls, only son of Hollywood's hottest actor Aaron Echolls. And right now? I'm walking to the office of Neptune High, two weeks into the school year and I've just walked onto the school grounds for the first time. It was only a week ago that Dad decided Neptune was the perfect place for our family. My guess, Dad wanted to appear more of the "family man." He's been really hung up on that public image ever since my mom commit suicide a month ago. Which I'd like to point out, was completely his fault. If he could've just kept it in his pants everything would've been fine. But instead mom found out from her best friend that he was sleeping around. Slept with nearly every nanny I ever had.

But hey, that's beside the point. That's in the past. Now I'm more worried about keeping dad happy to prevent another punishment.

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The moment I walked into the office my whole day changed. There was a girl standing behind the desk and when I walked in she glanced up, but that was it. There was no starring, no gapping, she just looked up and then went right back to her notebook. Either whatever was in there was really interesting, or she didn't care that Logan Echolls had just walked into the office. Both work for me. She's very possibly the only girl to not start fawning over me the moment I walk into a room. Not that I'm bragging or anything, cause after while, man it really gets irritating. I've been on more magazine covers than most A-list celebrities, so I'm used to people recognizing me and schmoozing just for the opportunity to meet my dad. But clearly this girl was different. I mean yea, she was decked out in a cheerleading uniform which just yelled "pep." But she didn't really match the outfit. Her choppy hair and hard expression gave off more of a "Don't fuck with me" attitude. She definitely wasn't Little Miss Priss. And that is something I definitely like.

As I made my way towards the girl a secretary came out of the room, causing the girl to jump and scoot back around the desk and out the door quickly. She left behind a binder, so after the secretary pointed to me and motioned for me to follow her into the Principle's office I grabbed it and tossed it in my bag, hoping beyond hope that I'd run into the girl later.

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I barge through a classroom door nearly 30 minutes late for class. Its first period and my meeting with the Principle ran late and after that I had to search the school for the room I was looking for. Luckily first period isn't a class I'm real worried about. Journalism, it's simple, a monkey with half a brain could do it. I mean come on; it's a high school paper. I'm sure last weeks edition read something along the lines of "Star Football Player is Dreamy"…or it made some comment on the latest, greatest, bash that one of the high class students threw with the most amazing "Back to School" theme. Please. I've seen it all multiple times.

I walk past the teacher, handing her my schedule and mumbling my name before taking a free seat and dropping my head to the table. I really don't feel like dealing with a new teacher and a new school. 8:30 in the morning is far too early to be civil. But just as I start to get comfortable, ready to nap for the remainder of class someone has to go and tap me on the shoulder. My guess, it's the teacher. But I'll humor her, look up and pretend I'm listening.

As I turn my head I see a glimpse of a green cheerleading skirt, and as I look up I stare at that familiar face from earlier. All she does is look at me like she'd rather have nothing to do with me.

"You're in my seat. Are you planning on moving?" Her hands are on her hips and clearly she isn't too happy to come back from wherever she was to find me snoozing in her chair. But there are plenty of open chairs in the class, why can't she just grab one?

And then it's like she can read my mind as she points to a pile of photos laid out on the table in front of me. "That's my work, and I need to sort the photos, so please move."

I get that she has to work, I do. And I really doubt I want to make her mad, but then why is it that I can't move? Now I'm just starring at the pictures in front of me. They're seriously good. I've seen professional photographers a lot in my life, ones who work for magazines and newspapers, but some of these photos rival the best I've seen! So instead of standing I turn back to the blonde and stick out my hand.

"I'm Logan. Logan Echolls. I'm new here."

"I know who you are. What I don't know if why you aren't moving. Look I'm on a schedule, so if you could just move over there, that'd really help."

So she's going to make it hard. But I've never been one to back down. I'll oblige and get up, but I'm not going to just let her off easy. So I do just as she asked, or at least I do part of what she asked. I stand and step out of her way, only to lean on the table next to her as she drops onto the seat. It takes a few minutes before she acknowledges me again, but even then it's just a quick glare before she returns to the pictures in front of her.

"So, do I get a name? I mean I did introduce myself after all." And there it is again, she's glaring. Well she's kind of starring, but it's different than the stares I usually get. This stare looks like she's wondering if I lost my head of something.

"Veronica Mars. Now either help me pick the pictures to use or move, I have work to do." And with that she turns her back on me again. So I do the only thing I can. Grabbing a chair next to me I swing it around and straddle it so that I can face the table and rest my arms and chin on the back of the chair. I watch her work at first, but when I notice how she keeps hesitating over a particular picture I finally pick it up. It's awesome, the photo is of a young surfer, riding the cusp of a wave, the sun is setting in the background and the light works perfectly so that the guy on the board is nothing but a silhouette.

"What's this from?" I watch her eye me nervously.

"It's Body Chang. A local surfer. He won a statewide competition the other day. That was his winning ride." I can tell she's nervous, probably isn't used to people analyzing her photos in front of her. But I'll do it again and again if it means I get to witness her bite her lower lip and tilt her head slightly to the side. It's like she's trying to read my expressions.

Unfortunately the moment doesn't last long. A loud, boisterous blonde comes bounding into the room and tosses her arms around Veronica. Her right hand nearly smacks the side of my head, but I quickly avoid the flailing limbs from the ambush. And within moments the two girls are laughing hysterically. It seems like a completely different Veronica is sitting next to me now. She still has that hard shell, but whoever this girl is their friendship is clearly something special. I just clear my throat, hoping to bring Veronica's attention back to the picture and the discussion, but the only attention I get is that of the other girl. Veronica just turns back to her photos.

"OH…MY…GOD! You're like…Logan Echolls! I totally heard you moved here, but I'm glad I totally got to see for myself." It isn't all that shocking, the girl is simply your typical Southern California girl. Well maybe not typical, but the one you see in movies, she's a valley girl. Before I get a chance to retort the girl turns her back on me as well, turning to Veronica and playfully complaining. "Veronica I can't believe you didn't tell me about this fine specimen next to you! You couldn't even pull out your cell phone and text me? I mean obviously you know him…or you wouldn't let him look at your pictures. And I thought we agreed that I got to see your photos first!"

The girl, she still remains nameless, though I have to say she seems oddly familiar, grabbs the photo out of my hand, much to my dismay. Before she came along Veronica and I were having a pleasant discussion. I don't need this girl ruining the only chance I've had at actually talking to someone I want to talk to!

"Geeze Lil, relax. You've seen these already; they're the ones I showed you yesterday. And I don't know him. Logan here was sitting in my seat, and I needed him to move. I said he could either get out of my way of help pick some photos. I didn't exactly think he'd stick around." When she looks over at me it's hard to tell if she's annoyed that I'm still around, or if that glint in her eye proves that she enjoys my company. Personally, I'm choosing to believe option number two.

To be continued…

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Please let me know what you think, reviews are love and will help me make the decision of whether or not I'm going to continue. If I don't feel people are reading the story then I'm not gunna keep writing. I am interested in writing this story, but I may change it into a story for myself rather than fanfiction if people aren't reading.