Disclaimer: Veronica Mars belongs to Rob Thomas and the CW, but maybe one day….

AN: Logan and Veronica have their first date. Sequel to my one shot "Kiss". This story is also told from Logan's POV. You could read that, but it's not necessary.

Chapter 1

She Likes Me Too
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I arrived in the school parking lot with 5 minutes to spare. I glided from my SUV and raced into the school. Quickly opening my locker, I grabbed the necessary books just as the warning bell rang out.

I slammed the locker shut before jogging down to home room. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that Ms. Dent had not yet arrived.

In our usual spot, in the corner beside the window, were my best friends Wallace and Veronica. His mom works for Kane Software, her dad is a private investigator. I walked over to them and dropped into a seat.

Wallace raised his fist. I obliged by knocking it with my own. "Hey man." He says as he draws his arm back.

"Dude, did you see that film last night?"

"What film?"

"Misery."

"Oh, I did!" Veronica says. Her eyes widen as she looks into mine. Suddenly, all my blood rushes up my neck.

"That Kathy Bates chick is crazed!" Veronica says, pulling her cell phone from her pocket. I watch as she flips it open. Notice the way she bites her bottom lip as she reads the messege. The blood changes direction from my face to else where.

"That scene were she smashes the dudes leg with a sledgehammer…excellent."

"So was." Veronica agrees. The conversation dies out and yet I can't take my eyes off her. The way her hair lightly touches her shoulders. How her blues eyes seem as deep as the ocean. The way her breasts rise and fall as she breathes. Realising that my eyes have been on her chest for over a minute, I blush again. I avert my eyes to the top corner of the room, willing the problem in my jeans to go away. After a few images that would scare the hair of a cat, everything is back to normal. I look at Wallace and notice the look on his face. I swallow hard, expecting questions. They don't come. Ms. Dent has entered the room.

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Last period before lunch is journalism. Ms. Dent assigns the projects and asks us to get to work. This usually gives us students' time to mingle and socialize. I'm already sitting beside Veronica, so glancing at her from the corner of my eye is the easiest it's been all day. Veronica is examining a photograph, probably one she took her self. She leans forward, getting closer to the photograph. Her ass comes into my view. I try not to look too much, but being a 17 year old teenage boy, that plan fails miserably. The dream flashes in front of my mind. I remember the feel of her lips on mine, their taste, and the smell of her hair. My cock hardens.

I move closer under the table to hide it, counting down the minutes till the bell rings. It doesn't help that she is still leaning over the table beside me. I feel dizzy from the loss of blood in my head. I look at the computer monitor in front of me, breathing slowly. The bell finally rings fifteen minutes later and everyone rises to their feet. I join them. Noticing that Veronica is still at the desk, I sigh and turn back to her.

"Veronica, lunch time. I'm ordering Chinese."

"I know, I'll be there in a few. Order egg rolls." I laugh. Veronica and her egg rolls. Will she realise that I already know what to order for her.

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I reach the quad, sitting at our usual table. Wallace is already there, sandwich in hand. Cookies on his tray.

"What did Ms. Fennel make for you today?" I ask, planting myself beside him.

"Turkey. Not the best." He says, reaching for his juice and taking a gulp. He looks at me for a few moments before placing his sandwich on his tray. He has that look on his face, the same one he gets whenever he is about to take a penalty shot against Pan High, one that usual wins Neptune High the game.

"What?" I ask, noticing the delivery man with the Chinese food enter the quad. I raise my hand and he heads in our direction. I reach into my pocket and withdraw some bills. I pay the delivery man, give him a tip and rip the brown bag open. I place Veronica's egg rolls and rice on the table before getting my own. Wallace has still not answered me.

"What?" I ask again.

"You have a crush and Veronica." He says, folding his arms. I stop opening my rice container and stare.

"I don't. V's just a friend." I say, my voice rising more than I care to like.

"Dude, I saw you this morning. You couldn't take your eyes off her." I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. I close it again. "How long?" He asks.

"How long what?" I ask, my throat feeling a little dry.

"How long have you liked her?" He asks, a 'duh' look on his face.

"It's a recent thing. Don't tell her." I say quickly.

"Why not? Man, you haven't noticed have you?"

"Notice what?" I ask, swallowing.

"The looks she gives you. The feelings mutual bro."

"What?" Veronica likes me too? What? Since when? When has she been looking at me?

"She. Likes. You. It's as obvious as the day is long." Wallace shakes his head and picks his sandwich up again. I feel my mouth open; know that my face must have a look of disbelief. Veronica likes me. Likes me. Me. Suddenly, I remember times that showed she liked me. First day of summer, she watched as I got out of the pool, water dripping from me. A few months ago, at her apartment, we were watching the Big Lebowski, she snuggled close to me on the couch. Her birthday in middle of summer, she cried when she saw the big party I planned for her. Oh my God. She likes me.

"Dude, where'd you go?" I hear a female voice beside me say. I turn and there she is, rice and egg rolls in front of her, messenger bag on the bench beside her.

"Uh, just thinking." She raised one of the egg rolls to her mouth and took a bite.

"God Logan, I love you!" She says once she has swallowed it.

"Huh?" I say, shocked.

"The egg rolls are great."

"Oh, yeah, the egg rolls."

"So, what we doing tonight?" Wallace asks, wiping his hands off the bread crumbs before picking up a cookie.

"I was gonna go to the Hut, its karaoke night." Veronica says, opening a bottle of water she got from her bag. I wolf down some rice. "What about you?" She asks me.

"I was gonna get a caffeine IV at the Hut, but now that I know you're gonna be there, trying to sing, I think I'll stay home." She laughs and hits my shoulder.

"If I don't sing, will you come?"

"Maybe."

"Good, you can pick me up."

I choke on the rice.

"It's a date." Wallace says, smirking. I throw him a death glare. He puts his hand over his heart and smiles.

"Great." Veronica says, totally oblivious to my and Wallace's interaction. Wait. Did she say great? She didn't turn it down? I have a date. With Veronica Mars. Crap, what am I gonna wear?

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AN: Ok, so this story will be three chapters long. There was the first one. Tell me what you think.