Chapter 3 – Weevil's POV

He just can't stop thinking about her. He tries to concentrate on the lesson goin on, but how can the teacher's monotonous voice droning on dully compare to sweet mental images of Veronica Mars.

"Mr. Navarro. MR. NAVARRO!"

Weevil snaps out of his daydream of Veronica in tight black leather and looks up at the teacher who was in his face yelling.

"Can I have your attention please?" the man asks sarcastically.

Weevil lets out a big sigh, and then not so subtly, wipes at his face as if trying to remove the spit flecks that the teacher sprayed on him. Of course, the class starts laughing, and Weevil cracks a lazy grin. He isn't this daring often, but he's going to see Ronnie in- he cracks a glance at the clock- 2 minutes and 46 seconds.

"Yeah sure Mr. Andrews, I'm paying attention." His Hispanic accent in undoubtedly attractive.

"Well, it doesn't seem like it!" the teacher snaps. Weevil averts his face as the spit sprays again. Again the class erupts into giggles. Andrews is getting seriously frustrated now. "Eli Navarro! Can you give me a brief overview of the reconstruction and the rise of industrialization?"

Eli opens his mouth, having no idea what to say, but then – you know it! The bell rings, and he is outta there in a flash. He hangs around in an empty classroom, waiting for all the students milling around in the hallways to go to class, before he meets Ms. Mars in the girl's bathroom. He has to admit, after taking deep breaths to stop his heart from hammering too hard and too fast, that he is way more excited to just see a girl than he should be. Lilly never got him this way even after he hooked up with her. He hadn't even kissed Veronica yet, and here he was, acting like some lovesick Romeo.

After around five minutes, Weevil sneaks out of the classroom, down the hallway, and stops in front of the girls' bathroom. He stares at the large "Out of Order" sign on the door for a second, sighs, and then steps in.

"Hiya Weevil!" Veronica chirps at him.

"What's the plan Veronica," he asks rolling his eyes.

"O.K. it's nothing really, basically, we're gonna be in this hip hop club and I need someone to take of me."

His heart thuds and he cannot help but feel excited at her words. He manages to keep an indifferent façade.

"That's it? You just want me to babysit you? You think I don't have anything better to do?" It comes out harsher than he intended.

Veronica sighs and he can see that she is a little hurt, though she tries to hide it. "I'm paying you 17 of the profits Weevil…" she says in a small voice.

He just looks at her for a second, and guilt shoots painfully through his heart. She never got hurt so easily before. This is the tough, sassy, back-talking Veronica Mars we're talking about! The fact that he managed to hurt her so easily when people like Dick and Logan couldn't made him feel extremely bad.

Before he could think about what he was doing, he had stridden towards her, his face directly in front of hers.

"Veronica." He whispers. Then he kisses her, nibbling gently on her lips. It feels amazing. Her lips are so warm and so soft. He sighs as he caresses her lips with his own. At first she freezes, and he is sure she will pull back, but she doesn't. When she starts kissing him back, her lips moving with his in the most wonderful way, he thinks he will die of pleasure and happiness. When she moans softly, and puts her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, he tenderly licks her lips, tracing their outline with the tip of his tongue. He gasps as she captures his tongue in her mouth and starts stroking it with her own. The passion escalates quickly, and soon they are clinging to each other kissing ferociously, their tongues in a furious duel. When air becomes a problem they release each other, gasping for oxygen. He immediately starts planting kisses along her neck and up her jaw line, licking her pulse point.

"Weevil." It drove him crazy when she said his name like that. She slipped her small hands underneath his shirt as he started kissing her lips again, moving them up slowly and lightly, touching him everywhere. He sucked his breath in and whimpered in delight. He had her pressed up against the wall when the ball rang, causing them both to jump startled. They stared at each other, faces so close together, their breaths mingling. She smelt amazing; like grapefruit and blackcurrant. He could get lost in her eyes, green and deep like the sea.

"Wha-…" she started, obviously trying to ask him what that was all about.

"We'll talk later. I hafta get to class right now. Is the Sheriff home?" Weevil asked quickly.

"Uh, no. He's off on a job for the next couple of days."

"Okay, I'll drop by your place after school?"

"Um, yeah, sure. Sounds good."

"Great." Then smiling and saluting her, he dashed out of the bathroom leaving her with her gaping after him.