Veronica shuffled her feet as she walked to that dreaded office. She knew what these little rendevouz usually had in store for her. She would sit for no more than, no less than 5 minutes and watch time tick away. She would stand up at the voice of the principal and walk into his office. She would ask to get right down to business and he would try his hardest to pertain to her wishes. So, as she got to sit down, she began to wait.

Had time gone that fast? He called her, she hopped out of the chair, clapped her hands and followed after. The office was clean. Plus for his team. The desk had all the needed materials, a stapler, some pens, a nudey mag kept in the second draw, a few scattered papers and Logan Echolls' file close to the edge. Veronica wanted to grab it, read about him but alas, no luck.

"Why did I call you down here Ms. Mars?"

"Because like everyone else at Neptune High, you adore me. And because that overdue book was a tad later than the assigned date?"

"Are you trying to be snarkie Ms. Mars?"

"Sir, why would you accuse me of such a lackluster waste of time?"

"Very well. I'll let you slide this one time."

He always let her slide. He never once did anything in his power; which was depleting , to give her any trouble. She knew he liked her. She knew that he valued her humor and the wit she carried in that sharp head of hers. Overall, he knew she knew. So, it was a knowledge fest in that office. No one acknowledged it, but they both knew it and laughed inside.

"So, what's the 411?"

"It has come to my attention that you traded lunch time computer scheduling with another student?"

"The only student who knows about that is Weevil. And of course, since I wouldn't doubt that you have a tracker on the little Mexican thug, you probably found out about it."

"Wrong. And I thought you were the Nancy Drew of the 21st century?"

"Well, then I'll just go a digging later tonight. Holes don't get buried too deep at Neptune. So, why is it a crime?"

"The student won't tell me he did it. And you just told me you did. All I need is a reason why."

"So you called me down here to ask about computer time of someone who'd rather have his head chopped off then to touch a computer or book?"

"Still, I want the answer."

"The answer is this. Weevil, had the time. I didn't trade him. I serviced him and he well gave me his time as a token of affection. I of course left a messy trail and someone tattled on me."

"Fine Ms. Mars, I'll just inform your father."

"OH NO. What ever will I do? Bye prince-a-pal."

After the fun little meeting, all that was on her mind was to crack this case. But a detour came on. Logan Echolls stopped her in the hall. Oh great, she had no clue worms could live outside their natural environments. She was defeated. No bathroom in sight, no class to slip into, not even a water fountain to plant her lips of ignoring onto. He just laughed as he noticed she was thinking of an escape route.

"Hello, little grasshopper."

"Bite me."

"Funny. I would but I didn't get my rabies shot yet."

"WOW. And the big man on campus is….Logan Echolls. All he has to do to grasp this award in my hands is actually grow up."

"Oh come on. Snarky isn't so snarkful today."

"Snarky? Snarkful? I wince at you. I wince."

"Whatever, annoy. Annoy little blonde one."

He passed her abruptly, hiding something in his pants. She had no clue. But she had time to inform him he used that one already and she deserved two points for the round they just had undergone.