"And that's when I said prince-o-pal. I was so humiliated. It sounded Pre K," Veronica slumped down into her chair with her eyes fixed on the plate of fries. The burger looked gross. Was she going to eat that, that thing. The meat looked edible and the bun seemed sanitary but the rest of the contents were just undeniably cat like.

"Go on, eat up. Even if the tomatoes do have whiskers," had Weevil known he pushed her over the edge, he would have apologized. But what Veronica lacked in looks she made up for in the brilliance of hiding her emotions and thoughts.

Logan had been on her mind. Was she going to see him again? Talk to him? At least have another rude argument together? No one walked through Neptune Burger's diner-ish doors. No one glanced at Veronica, pining over her dead friend's boyfriend. And then Lily came into play. Lily couldn't be forgotten. She might have slept with Logan or loved him. Nah, Lily and the other L word didn't mesh. Weevil saw a friend he recognized.

"Gotta jet my blonde haired …. It sounded cooler in my head"

"Bye"

Veronica grabbed her books and followed just some weird person out the side door. It seemed each week she was getting her car fixed or a new one was in her possession. She threw the books in this 98 Nissan, no clue what the model was and sat in the front seat. She took the shift back and started the car. She laid her head back and the window became a loud tapping. It was he.

"Yo. Annoying one, open the door." he yelled through her glass window.

She pushed the lock lever in and the passenger side clicked. She shuffled her feet over the gas pedal. Had she run him over, she would be content AND heartbroken.

"Drive" he let out with a sigh. Duncan treated her better, but Logan wasn't docile nor into the whole treating ladies like they were breathing as well, "So. Why were you at NB?"

"Because Weevil. Oh you know him. Weevil wanted to treat me to an actual greasy meal. But being me, I accepted and declined the food. It's Veronica style."

"That was odd. I mean since when does Nancy Drew refer to herself in third person"

"Hmmm. Weird. I thought you'd turn into a prince when Liz kissed you at the dance last night"

"Listen, just because you decide not to date AFTER the breakup between Duncan and you doesn't mean, patronizing my choices makes you -"

She parked the car.

Veronica leaned in. Unclasping her bra she let it slide down under her Abercrombie tee. She wasn't ready for this. But it was making her want it even more. She held, with her hands cupped, his face. She kissed him slowly and then with a big leap of faith slipped in tongue. His swirled over hers, it brushed the back of her front teeth and it caressed her upper gums. Suddenly, he leaned into. It was responsive. She kissed him. He kissed her. No clues needed. No further details looked into. She took his zipper and tugged. His Express jeans became loose. Joe Boxer underwear. It enticed her. It forced her to want it. She licked the inside of his ears. Circling motions, teased him. It was bigger than she thought. Hell, she never thought about it. The car felt warmer, hotter. He wanted her too. Or maybe in his horny state, the girl he loved to hate became the one he could love. The car window began to get rasped on. They didn't care. The door opened, with Logan falling backwards onto the curb. It was Duncan. Duncan's eyes pierced Veronica. She couldn't help but stare back. She licked her lips, pulled the door back and in one swift move, had the car started and gone.

Thoughts raced through her head. Had she just made out with Logan Echolls? And liked it?