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The Prince Came A Galloping Chapter 2: The Girl

Veronica knew that the world was still spinning for if it wasn't, she wouldn't feel so dizzy. She also knew she wasn't in an alternate universe because if she were she would be adorned in much more bling and the sky would be polka dotted pink. Since none of these things seemed to be happening there was only one obvious conclusion.

Weevil really had kissed her.

She really did kiss him back.

And God was it good.

Not perfect like she had imagined hers and Duncan's passed kisses to be, nor hesitant and a little bit awkward like hers and Troy's. Just good. Like eating a warm, gooey, milk chocolate chunk cookie good. Weevil's lips had been temperate and skillful, not forceful or smothering, and Veronica had loved it.

L-o-v-e-d loved it.

Finally looking into the rearview mirror she saw him waiting astride his bike like a tarnished fairy tale prince. Except in this fairy tale the prince had to maintain his street cred.

So Veronica shifted her gaze away from the biker behind her and focused on her own reflection. Pulling off the black wig and shaking out her short blonde locks made her feel better, more calm, more like Veronica Mars.

But seeing her smeared harlot red lipstick bright against her pale skin made her feel wild and a little naughty and left no doubt whatsoever as to what had occurred.

She had kissed Weevil without any reservations and now her world was left a little bit skewed. Plus the fact that he hadn't mentioned it, had just brushed it off like it was nothing more than a spur of the moment bit of zing to her concoction of lies, made the shakiness worse. Weevil had flipped her world upside down but didn't care.

Finally starting the car and driving away she once more checked her rearview mirror. He wasn't following.

Maybe he was really a toad after all.

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Neptune High School was a place of pain. Everyday Veronica walked inside she could feel one more piece of her soul slip away, forever trapped within the establishment's walls. She hated and loathed coming to school like nothing else. Mostly because people were jerks, mostly because when she came here she was reminded of happier times, and mostly because there were too many people she couldn't escape from here. Like Duncan, like Logan, like Lilly's ghost.

It was the Monday after the kiss, the time stopping kiss, and Veronica could not pull herself together. When she rolled into the parking lot she looked for his bike. When she walked down the halls she searched for his leather jacket. And when she passed by darkened classrooms she listened for illegal PCH bike club activity.

There was no sign of him whatsoever.

Finally admitting that she wasn't going to find him this particular morning she proceeded on to her locker. There awaited a tall brunette girl who may not have had all the 09er's money but was smart enough to fudge it as much as necessary to be accepted.

"Lindsay to what do I owe this pleasure", Veronica greeted the girl.

"What did you find out?" Lindsay instead cut to the chase. She had hired Veronica to work on a case for her. Lindsay's boyfriend had been getting mixed up in bad things of the illegal variety and she had been worried so she had hired Veronica to check it out. Veronica had and the lead had led her to the bar last night where she had discovered nothing. Except the fact that Weevil's mustache tickled the skin above her upper lip.

"Nothing yet" Veronica told Lindsay thinking instead that the last fact was best kept to herself.

"Please Veronica, I'm worried about Cassidy." Lindsay continued to cajole. Her boyfriend was Logan's best friend's brother Cassidy Casablancas, or more lovingly known as Beaver. Veronica would have rather not touched this case but Lindsay had insisted, and insisted, and then agreed to pay more.

Hey she needed to go to college eventually didn't she?

Quickly alleviating the girl's fears, Veronica promised to keep working. She just needed to go about it in different ways.

Where was Weevil when she needed him?

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Weevil could tell Veronica Mars needed a favor. The way she was walking up to his table, the sauntering, and the beginning of a head tilt were obvious clues. No one could head tilt like Veronica Mars. No one could get him to do the things she could. All her damn little favors.

Who was he kidding; he was wishing like mad that she would ask him to help her get out of another sticky situation. And yes he did catch the double entendre. They were his fantasies after all.

"Can I sit down?" Veronica asked him coyly pointing to the seat currently occupied by Felix. Weevil nodded and pushed Felix out of the seat. Gingerly she put her lunch tray down and slid onto the hard metal bench. Then silence. Neither of them said a word. Finally it got to be too much for Weevil and he spoke, "Did you need something chica like a favor or do you just enjoy being seen with a gang?"

Weevil wondered if he imagined the spark of disappointment he saw in her eyes. What was he supposed to say? 'Can I please kiss you again.', 'Can I call you my girlfriend', or maybe 'Do you wanna have a sleepover'. None of which he would be particularly adverse to.

"I do need a favor" Veronica told him averting her eyes to her food. "I need you to help me. Apparently I'm not criminal enough to do this on my own. Plus having the extra muscle around wouldn't hurt."

She glanced at him once more and he raised an eyebrow. "What about your boy Wallace. Why me?"

She gave him a 'duh' look. "If I'm not criminal enough what makes you think Wallace is?"

Weevil got it. She needed something from him she could get no where else. His badness, his penchant for breaking rules, and the fact that he knew some pretty unsavory people. Where else could she get all that from? Plus if she needed some late night attention he didn't particularly want anyone else offering to do the job.

She was his. She just didn't know it yet.

But she would.

"I'll do it", he said. "I'll help you."

And the prince rode again.