Disclaimer: Don't own them. Just LoVe them.
Notes: Floof floof!

THIS CHAPTER: Logan and Hannah are a thing - or rather, were a thing. And Logan never got over Veronica, so when she calls him cute... well.

Logan tugged a textbook out of his locker, settling it into the pile he already had in his arms, and closed his locker, revealing the unsmiling face of Veronica Mars. He gazed at her questioningly.

"Toying with a sweet little girl's heart just to screw with her dad? I get it." Veronica's head tilted with a mocking smile. His lips curled. "San Quentin isn't quite as enticing as, say, college, but damn – you've really plumbed new depths, Logan."

He waited a beat, watching her. "You're cute when you're jealous." Before he could resist the urge to touch her, he lifted a finger and booped her nose with a smirk before skirting around her. He avoided looking at her as he started walking away.

A sweet voice wafted into his ears from the spot he was leaving, making him pause.

"Yeah, well then, I guess you've always been jealous." Unintentionally, a smile tugged at his lips, but he suppressed it as he turned, raising an eyebrow.

"Veronica Mars," he said, placing his free hand over his heart. "I do believe that's called flirting."

Her face looked expressionless, but he could see how hard she was trying not to grin at him. She took a step forward, patting his chest twice.

"Echolls, don't get your hopes up."

"'Echolls'? Since when do we use last names, Ronnie?"

She made a face at him. "Since forever. Man, you're really out of the loop in this whole friendship circle thing, aren't you? It goes dating, break-up, awkward, last name basis. Duh."

Logan let out a breathy laugh as she spoke. "Oh Veronica, you know we were never going to be just friends."

As he was looking at her, he took note of the immediate intake of breath and the audible gulp that pulsed through her throat, her smooth, pale skin rippling. He smirked, leaning in so their faces were only inches apart.

"And you also know I was never going to get over you, so being friends was never on the table as an option," he whispered dramatically. The last of their peers disappeared behind classroom doors, leaving them alone in the halls.

"Logan-"

"Don't, Veronica. I get it." A few moments passed in which they both waited for the other to continue, but he ended up turning on his heel to head off to class. He felt a hand on his arm, a gentle touch that dragged him back to the blonde without a word.

"Logan. I know that we'll never just be friends. I wish I could try, but as you said, it's never been an option."

His mouth pressed into a line. "Well, thanks for that riveting information, I'll be sure to keep it in mind as we continue to not be friends." He actually left this time, and as he was entering the doors to the classroom, he heard her voice again.

"I want to try again someday. If you'll let me."

Logan turned, quicker than he would have liked, to look at her face. It was lit up with hope and worry and guilt, and he seemed to wait a moment too long to respond because it fell into despair and she dropped her eyes, taking a move to leave.

"Veronica!" he called. She faced him slowly. "Yeah. I'd like that."

He didn't wait to watch her, slipping inside the room to the annoyance of the teacher standing at the front of the room, so he didn't notice her face blooming into a giant grin. His own cheeks were flushed as he took a seat next to the reclining Dick.

"Dude, what's up with you? Why's your face red?" Dick asked him, drumming his pencil against the table. Logan glanced at him, pulling out his notebook.

"Nothing, Dick. It's nothing."