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A/N: The reviews, alerts, favorites, those are the reasons why I love writing. Thank you, guys! Hope this chapter is long enough, the last one was rather filler-y, true. Also, in oredr to keep Logan himself, he does say some pretty racist things to Weevil and I don't want anyone thinking I'm being offensive, I don't have any problems with any races or cultures that aren't me.

You'd think that seeing how the other half has unlimited access to booze, cars, and time to hang out at a beach without worrying about graduating due to their parent's power in Neptune would make me envious, but overall it just makes me happier to know that I'll go farther than each and every one of them. Something tells me Dick Casablancas' looks will get him nowhere in college, if he even goes.

Meg waited outside of my last class.

"Rules, Ronnie," I groaned and we began walking slowly to the front of the school. She chuckled.

"Try not to be too assertive, V?" My jaw dropped and I put my hand over my heart dramatically.

"Assertive? Moi?" I looked around mock- confused.

"I'm serious, Veronica. Try to get along with them, I'm not asking to strap on your pep squad unif- I winced.

"Sorry." I shook my head reassuringly.

"No, no it's okay. And don't worry, Meg, I'll behave myself." She smiled and we approached the yellow Xterra, the knots began forming. The effort of actually being civil with the 09ers probably wasn't worth the laugh with Wallace afterward. This began to feel like a twisted Neptune version of Mean Girls.

"Veronica Mars." Logan was of course the first person to address me.

"Logan." It wasn't a greeting, it was more of me acknowledging his presence.

"Hey, Veronica." Cassidy gave me a half smile which was about the friendliest recognition I was going to get, I realized. Meg smiled at Cassidy's semi-nice gesture and she had hope in her eyes that maybe, just maybe, we could all become friends. I just hoped I wouldn't have to be the one to break it to her that it was a rather delusional to believe that we could ever be even civil after all the back stabbing.

Duncan spared me a glance, but got back into his probably completely unimportant conversation with Dick. His pal didn't even bother to take notice of my presence and if he knew I was there, he certainly was trying to make me crazy. Sadly, there was still a small desire for these people to accept me and that made everything vomit-worthy.

Logan hopped behind the wheel and I took a safe window seat in the back with Meg being the mediator between me and Madison Sinclair. The most flattering thing I can say about Madison Sinclair is that she is consistent. That's it. Personally, she's lucky I grant her that.

"So, Veronica," She said in a voice I honestly couldn't even bare to hear more than... 0 words of.

"Yes, Madison?"

"What's with this sudden drive to become popular again, couldn't handle being a never has been?"

"I'm going to not take the effort to answer that, Maddie." She grimaced at her openly-hated nickname. Meg tried to lighten up the mood.

"Woah, girls, retract those claws." She gave a weak chuckle.

"CHICK FIGHT CHICK FIGHT CHICK FIGHT!" Logan and Dick chanted. Duncan rolled his eyes, but smiled at the demonstration of nature's creation of mass testosterone levels. Luckily, before Dick could pull a mud pit and revealing bikinis out of his ass, Logan pulled into the Dog beach parking lot. Only to run into a group of pissed-off PCHers and I could automatically tell that my presence in the ugly yellow car that is Logan Echoll's would definitely bring up some problems in our rocky at best friendship. Well that was a run on sentence if I ever spoke one. Shelly Pomroy and Carrie Bishop popped over in a silver Mercedes and I choked a little bit. There was more people than Meg let on and you could see she knew it, too. She gave me a small smile and I gave her a teasing glare.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Logan Echolls." Weevil took a real glare at his nemesis that sent chilling vibes through me and the rest of the girls.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Chili Verde." Weevil flared his nostrils.

"Why are you here?" I ducked behind Meg at a weak attempt to not have the PCHers revolt me, they're pretty good assets in my cases. I can't let me hang- I mean looking for blackmail material with these people affect my resources.

"Going surfing, bonfires, you know good old fashion American activities." Weevil scowled and I bit my tongue in order not to say something.

"On our beach."

"Oh, you're beach?"

"Yeah."

"So none of us have private invitations to walk along this beach? You don't consider any of us okay to cover our toes with your Mexican sand?"

"Nope."

"Not even... Veronica?" He shifted to show me closing my eyes praying I wouldn't be seen by the PCHers. Weevil looked all around betrayed.

"Come on, guys. Can't trust anyone but each other these days." Weevil hopped on his bike taking one glance slash glare back at me and Madison smiled at me.

"Looks like we can use you as loser repelant! You'd think they'd welcome beings of the same species."

"Lay off, Madison." Meg snapped. I smiled.

"Well, guys, let's hit some waves!" Dick yelled. Great, just Carrie Bishop, Madison Sinclair, Shelly Pomroy, Meg and I sitting on towels with hours to kill before the guys were done. 75% of these girls hate me. Fun times.