Some other things: -Logan and Lilly's relationship is different from on the show. He isn't so head over heels in love with her.
-Veronica's hair is short but not as short as in 1x01 more like later in Season 1.
Ok, here we go.

Chapter 2

After lunch Wallace offered Veronica his hand and she gave him an uncertain glance.
"Want me to spit in it?"
He made a face.
"Just shake it."
She did and they shared a smile.
"Find me after school. Look for my locker."
"Why?"
"Who put you up on that flag pole?"
"The PCH'ers. They're the local gang."
"Exactly. We'll take care of it after school."
"How?"
"I have my ways."
"Please don't say money talks. You'll lose my respect."
She gave him a look of approval. He was one of the decent beings.
"Not money. Connections. I have an in with the sheriff's second-in-command."
"An in?"
"Deputy Sacks and I go way back. No worries, Papa Bear." She grinned and pushed him towards the door as students for 7th period Journalism filed in, among them Duncan and Logan.
Duncan took a seat at the front of the room near the teacher's desk because he liked to be close to the board and generally be a goody goody. Logan, on the other hand, gravitated towards the back where Veronica was. He took a seat on her right and gave her his most devastatingly handsome smile. To his surprise, she did not swoon. Her only reaction was a disgusted frown. He was about to introduce himself, in all his glory, when Ms. Dent walked in.
"I'm glad you're all here and on time. I'm sure some of you are here because you thought you could sit around and talk to your friends without doing any work." She gave Caitlyn Forbes a pointed look. "But, we do have work to do. I am the advisor for the school newspaper, if anyone wishes to join. Today, I'm assigning you all a section of the newspaper since this week's paper will be handled in class." She began to give random students a part of the paper.
Logan got an interview with a prominent senior in a surfing competition, Duncan got editorials and Ms. Dent had approached Veronica to give her a cafeteria food expose but Veronica spoke first.
"If you don't mind I'd like to take pictures. I'm into photography."
"Oh, that's fine. Let me give you a camera." Ms. Dent took one from a nearby cabinet.
It was an ancient, dusty model that barely functioned as a space waster. Veronica pulled her own camera out of her bag and eagerly described the various functions like zoom capability and interchangeable lenses. Ms. Dent put up a hand to stop the confusing camera chatter.
"You're welcome to use your own equipment. Well, it's nice to have a professional in our midst." She smiled at Veronica. "Why don't you partner with Mr. Echolls? Take pictures of the surfing competition."
Veronica turned to the boy Ms. Dent was indicating with a bemused expression. Ms. Dent went to threaten Caitlyn and her friend with detention if they didn't do any work.
"Echolls. Logan Echolls." He tried another charming smile and moved to take her hand.
She placed it behind her back.
"I've had enough touching today to last me a lifetime. Your girlfriend left claw marks." She studied the nail marks from Lilly's grip and looked back at Logan. "Man, I feel for you. If her hold on my arm was painful the hold on your penis must hurt like a mother."
Logan's eyes widened at her teasing manner of mentioning sex and his penis. Lilly spoke of sex like it was part of her daily routine, but she was a whore and her opinion wasn't currently his problem.
"She's not my girlfriend." He finally said.
"Whatever. Word of advice: A ho only causes you mo' problems." She used a street gangster accent Wallace had taught her and Logan laughed.
"Good advice. So the competition is on the Golden Coast. I'm interviewing Bodie Chang."
"The Golden Coast?" she asked blankly.
"Why don't we take my car? We can meet up after school. The competition starts at 6 and the drive there is about an hour."
"Sure, I'm all for saving the environment by cutting down on my fuel emissions. Although… I have business to handle after school and if the drive is an hour I don't want to be late. We can take my car instead. Hope you're a good co-pilot."
"You think your car is faster than mine?" he raised his eyebrows.
"Do you drive a rocket ship?"
"No."
"Then yeah my car can kick your car's ass hands down. Sorry, dude." She shrugged, giving an innocent expression that he found incredibly cute.
"What do you drive?" he asked curiously.
"Patience, grasshopper. Meet me in the parking lot at 4:30"
The bell rang and she dashed from the room to get to her next class early and have time to place an important phone call.
Logan stared after her and only Caitlyn's whiny voice pulled him out of the stare. She was flirting, hoping to be a fill-in Lilly. Logan ignored her and left the room. He's been broken up with Lilly for three weeks, a record for him, and honestly he didn't miss her. Lilly was an adventure but she was also a hassle. Her constant cheating and possessive nature was getting old. Usually, Logan would sleep with the nearest available whore, but Veronica was providing more than a hot distraction with her magical eyes and fierce attitude. She was a challenge with her intelligence and wit. He'd never met someone like her before. He looked forward to seeing her after school.
-

"I hope you can fix this, V, because my future is not looking good. The PCH leader, Weevil, was searching for me at lunch and one of his boys almost cornered me in gym. I narrowly escaped." Wallace said, frightened, as Veronica drove to the Sheriff's Department after school.
"No sweat, Wallace. Weevil's pissed because of that surveillance tape, right?"
"Yeah, I didn't accuse him but the tape doesn't lie."
"What if it didn't exist anymore?"
"I don't understand."
"After you spend a few days with me you will. Be back in a few." She turned off her car and ran inside.

Fifteen minutes later Wallace was pacing back and forth like a skittish animal on the sidewalk.
"Presto, the tape is gone-o." Veronica announced cheerfully, getting back into the driver's seat.
"How is that possible?" Wallace was openmouthed.
"You trying to catch flies with that mouth?" she joked.
"Veronica."
"I told you I had an in. Deputy Sacks loves me. He's an old friend of my dad's and he's known me since birth. He's willing to turn his back if I were to, say, sneak in to the evidence room and replace one tape with another." She ushered Wallace inside but he still gawked hat her. "Put your seatbelt on. We have to talk to Weevil now."
"W-Weevil?" he stuttered nervously as she sped towards a deserted parking lot where Sacks told her the PCH'ers met.
"Yeah, Weevil. He needs to know to back off."
"Where's the tape?"
"In my bag, but I'm leaving it in the car when we meet the Big Bad Biker. Now we have something on him, but the Sheriff doesn't. It means we win here." She clarified.
"Are you sure this will work?"
"If Weevil took the time to kidnap you and tape you to a flag pole to ridicule you, plus try to bully you in school this tape is important. He doesn't want trouble with the law and you don't want trouble with him."
"Alright. Wait, won't Deputy Sacks get in trouble?"
"Please." She scoffed. "Sheriff Lamb is an idiot. He won't know Sacks was involved and the tape I left for him will mean bigger problems."
"How do you know so much, Veronica? About Neptune High and the Kanes and the Sheriff? This isn't the first time you've been to Neptune, is it?"
Veronica neither confirmed nor denied the statement but Wallace knew his assumption was right. She had some connection to the place, but he'd have to wait for her to divulge the information later on.
"Here we are." She parked and walked with a confident pace towards the gathered PCH'ers.
Wallace followed, a lot less confident, but still concealing his internal anxiety.
"My bitch!" Weevil greeted Wallace and several PCH'ers laughed.
"And a pretty girlie to play with." Chardo whistled at Veronica and stood, along with Hector to try and touch her.
"I swear to God, lay a hand on me and you'll lose feeling in that arm." She threatened.
"I don't see your little taser or the knife, sugarlips." Chardo sneered but Veronica was unfazed.
"I don't need that to protect myself. Maybe you didn't hear my speech at lunch. My dad is ex CIA and FBI. If anything happens to me he has legal permission to kill you, not that I can't handle you myself."
"Oh yeah?" Chardo, being an idiot, grabbed her waist and she instantly kneed him in the groin, twisted his arm behind his back and pushed him to the floor with all her strength, adding a rough kick with her heavy boot to his groin.
"Good luck growing those back." She whistled sympathetically as he clutched his testicles with tears in his eyes.
Weevil broke the tension by clapping in amusement.
"I was expecting pepper spray or using your French nails, but that was impressive. I thought women were only good for riding my legendary hog."
"Legendary?" she snorted. "Don't make me laugh, vato. Here's the deal. You'll leave Wallace alone and won't speak dirty, objectifying comments in front of me again. In return, I won't release the Sac n Pac tape to Sheriff Lamb."
Weevil instantly straightened, his face serious.
"You have the tape?"
"Yep. Hid it safe and sound at home. I won't release it if you hold up your end of the deal."
He stepped closer to her, staring her down.
"How do I know you're not bullshitting me?"
She held the stare without blinking.
"You don't. You're going to trust me and deal with it."
"The bitch's bluffing." Chardo said angrily, still on the floor.
"Those words are demeaning. You should consider a muzzle for him." She stage whispered to Weevil. "If you think I'm bluffing call me on it. Just know the tape will be released and at tomorrow's court hearing face the consequences and jail time."
Weevil was silent, considering trusting her words.
"We have a deal, Blondie." He held out his hand and she shook it.
"Great, but I prefer Veronica. Would you like it if I called you Baldy?"
Weevil grinned.
"We'll talk again tomorrow, Veronica. I'm trusting you."
"Atta boy." She smiled, waving joyfully at the scowling Chardo and driving back to the school to drop off Wallace and pick up Logan.

-

Logan checked his watch again and saw only three minutes had passed since he'd last looked. It was 4:29. He was preparing to get into his X-terra when the sound of tires squealing came from the entrance of the parking lot as Veronica stopped inches from him and grinned.
"4:30, just like I said."
Logan was staring in awe at the Ferrari.
"This model is of this year… it isn't out in America yet."
"It didn't come from America. Dad shipped it in from Italy a couple weeks ago. He's still in Europe working with some minister on a case. You getting in or only staring?"
Logan opened the passenger door and he'd barely put on his seatbelt before she was revving the engine and pushing the car to 50 MPH just to get out of the parking lot. He found out how far the horsepower reached when she pushed past 100 MPH on the highway.
"What's the horsepower?" he asked.
"My baby goes up to 490. I've never gone past 300 though." She said thoughtfully.
"300? Holy shit, are you into Grand Theft Auto or something?"
"I've never stolen a car, Logan. I enjoy driving this one, though. Flaunt what you got, right?" she winked and he laughed easily.
When they got to the Golden Coast it was only 5:13 and Bodie was stretching near the other competitors. Logan hopped out, making a big deal of clutching the ground.
"Oh please, I never went past 130. Don't be a baby."
"Where did you learn to drive like that? There were no accidents or fiery deaths as I expected."
"Because I'm a woman? Are you saying women can't drive?" she put her hands on her hips and glared.
"N-no. I meant it was exceptionally fast a-and sorry?"
Her expression turned into glee and she laughed.
"I'm not insulted. Looks can be deceiving, Logan. That's the second wise adage I've given you today. I deserve some proper thanks."
"What do you have in mind?"
Veronica scanned the beach and spotted an ice cream shop a little down the boardwalk.
"Ice cream! I'm starved, come on." She pulled him to the shop and he laughed at her fervor to reach the cold treat.
-

Veronica had gotten one scoop of Rocky Road, one of Butter Pecan, one of Pistachio as well as a hearty topping of whipped cream and a Maraschino cherry. She had it in a large cup and was happily spooning it into her mouth. Logan had only gotten one scoop of strawberry ice cream and was watching the petite girl stunned at the amount she was eating.
"What?" she asked, seeing his attention on her.
"I've never seen a girl eat… so much."
"You know, I heard all sorts of rumors about you today. Quite the womanizer and heartbreaker, aren't ya? How are you scoring when you insult women at every turn? You doubt my driving skills and now you're calling me fat?" she said with faux sadness.
"I meant it as a compliment, trust me. I like a girl who isn't afraid of eating what she wants. Most girls I take out get water and as a side dish, a garden salad."
"A garden salad? Disappointing. If I knew I was being taken out for the purpose of sex I would at least use the menu to my advantage. One of each entrée and the most expensive bottle of wine in the place." She smiled but Logan was upset at the way she regarded him.
Granted, it was true. He used girls for sex because his only serious relationship had been with Lilly, but he didn't want Veronica to see him like that.
"You shouldn't listen to rumors."
"I shouldn't?" she snapped her fingers. "Darn, I wish I'd know that before I trusted the school grapevine to dictate my life decisions. Relax, I wasn't accusing or judging. Guys act a certain way, especially your type."
"My type? What type is that?" he asked curiously but Veronica shook her head with a small smile.
"The competition's about to begin. You should interview Bodie before and after to make it more thorough. I'll get some frames of the beach then I'll zoom in on Bodie and the other contestants." She went back to the car for her camera and finished the ice cream before throwing it away.
Logan watched her for several seconds, but then walked over to Bodie to fulfill his given assignment.
Why does he care so much what I think? Veronica asked herself. He seemed genuinely bothered by the rumors and my assessment of him. Why do I care how he feels? You said it yourself, Mars he's that type of guy. The rich jackass who loves and leaves you. Don't we have experience in that particular area? Who was the one responsible for turning your wardrobe sassy and seductive and losing the girlish innocence of pink? Troy Vandergraff. Ah, the memories… Most are depressing. My old school in the rich prep school of Manhattan was supposed to be more private and only open to the best of the best, but that was crap. Students were watched more carefully and you couldn't leave campus at night, but so what? There were still teenage pregnancies (hastily covered up) and playboys like Troy. Although, I didn't know it at the time…
"Veronica!" Logan had appeared in front of her, waving his hand in front of her face.
"What? Oh sorry, spaced out there. Is the competition starting?"
"Yeah." He looked at her carefully, but no discernible expression was left.
He thought he caught sorrow in her eyes but the blue had become calm again so he was left without answers.
"I'll get some pictures then, not that I know what would be best. I don't get the thrill in riding a piece of hardened foam on waves of water. I do have a slight fear of sharks, though, which is a problem."
"It is in California. There aren't as many shark attacks as the news over there in New York says. I should know."
"Why's that?"
"I spend half my life on the waves. I happen to enjoy riding hardened foam." He grinned and she bowed her head.
"I didn't mean to insult your hobby."
"It's fine. Lilly hated my surfing too. She wanted the beach for tanning and reading Vogue or sex."
"Sex on the Beach? I'm guessing she didn't mean the drink."
"No, although her drinking problem was also an issue." He frowned because he wasn't Mr. Prohibition.
Far from it.
"Ooh, that looks like a good picture." Veronica held up her camera and expertly adjusted the lens and zoom to get a shot of Bodie at the top of the wave.
-

"Nicely done." Logan said after he'd interviewed Bodie the second time, where he'd secured the honor of 2nd place.
Bodie had posed for pictures from the reporters there but he went up to Veronica, introducing himself and saying he'd pose for whatever she wanted. Logan hadn't been happy when Bodie gave Veronica his phone number and told her to call him at any time, though night time was best.
"Thanks. I might join the paper and show them what they're missing." She was still looking through the pictures but Logan had turned his attention on her.
"They're missing out on a lot."
I certainly am. Why am I wasting time searching for free sex and waiting for the aggravation that is dating Lilly?
Veronica cleared her throat.
"We should get going." She said unlocking the car and getting in, Logan following.
The ride back was filled with an awkward silence only broken by Veronica turning on the radio, which later wasn't so helpful because every song that came on made Logan think of the distant blonde beside him.
Why am I feeling like this? I've known her less than twelve hours. I haven't even thought of Lilly today since Ms. Mars came to town.
He tried to convince himself he only wanted a challenge to get sex, after all it was getting too easy. Yet, a part deep inside him told him it was something else. Something about Veronica that called to him and made him want more than her body.
Meanwhile, Veronica was chastising herself.
Why are you thinking of him?! He's an 09'er, a womanizer, a jackass. He's just like Troy, maybe even worse. Anyone who's dated Lilly Kane must be semi-psychotic. He doesn't seem like a drug dealer, though. One point in his favor. Although, what the hell?! It doesn't matter how many points I award him. He would get a lot too. One for his tousled hair, three for the golden/brown/hazel eyes, fifteen for that long, lean body… Snap out of it, Mars! Think of Troy, think of what he did to you. Think of Mac. Think of what was done to her. It happened here, in this small town of the rich and mighty. She wouldn't want you lusting after the King of the 09'ers she wants her due justice. She deserves it. She deserves retribution.
With that thought firmly in her head she repeated it like a mantra and found it easier to ignore Logan's presence. When they pulled in to the school Logan turned to her, about to speak when she quickly cut him off.
"I'll have the pictures developed for tomorrow and if you type the article tonight we'll have a perfect assignment to hand in tomorrow. Totally impressive. Have a good night, Logan. Bye."
He blinked and got out and her bye but leaned down to the passenger window to speak again. Veronica waved vapidly and sped off, appreciating how her car went from 0 to 50 MPH in two seconds flat. Logan never had a chance.
What the fuck just happened? He wondered, left again to stare after the enigma that was Veronica Mars.

I wrote Chapter 1 and 2 yesterday so I posted this one too. Yes, Mac is a close friend of Veronica's in New York and you'll have to wait and see what happened to her in Neptune or where she is now… Please tell me what you think! I can't wait to play with Dick( in the appropriate writer way, don't have a dirty mind peeps) He's an awesome character and he'll be comic relief in the story for the tense moments to come. You have been warned. I love you, all my faithful fans and even though my school starts on Tuesday I promise to try and update my three stories as soon as I can.