A/N: This chapter has a slightly suggestive scene between Veronica and Logan. Read at own risk... This is still a T-rated fic though. Also I have no beta so I'm sorry for any mistakes, especially with switching from past to present tense.
Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars, Rob Thomas does... Sadness. :'o Or any of the recognizable scenes in this chapter. Other than that I own the plot. Mwa ha ha! Onward!
Veronica's POV
I was stunned- something I can assure you almost never happens. His lips on my skin caused an involuntary shiver to make its way down my spine. My nerve ends all screaming at me.
As his chocolate brown eyes slide back up to meet my wide blue-green ones I collected myself, smirked, and removed my hand from his grasp, "I'm not in the habit of stealing boyfriends," a derogatory snort from Duncan, "So if you'll excuse me," I brush past him into the room but turn around to look at him, "I'd say it it was a pleasure to meet you but...it really wasn't."
Logan's POV
As I watch the hot petite blonde saunter away, I feel stunned and a little breathless after our close encounter, but I can't help one last parting shot.
"That's weird, most women after being with me feel an extensive amount of pleasure..." I say innocently. She chuckles, a sound that permeates the air in the most beautiful of ways, and shakes her head as she walks away.
"I'm not most women..."
A throat clears and I turn back to face Donut. His eyes glaring at me venomously. "What?" I shrug noncommittally.
"Lilly?" He spat accusingly.
"Lilly's being Lilly," my eyes back on Veronica as she talks to Miss Dent. Her back to me as she brings out a camera from her stark white bag and begins to fiddle with it.
"Just this morning you two were all over each other-" he argues stubbornly
My eyes cut to his face, "That was this morning. You know how Lilly is- never satisfied, always moody," a harsh laugh escapes my lips. I look down at the floor, "She's like a girl trapped on a permanent PMS."
"Careful Logan, that's my sister you're talking about. Your exposing your soft underbelly."
"My underbelly is rock hard and can go all night," I quip as my gaze reaches the a blonde head disappearing into my writing station, "Look, dude, I love Lilly, but if she's going to break-up with me just to hook with some random guy- why can't do the same to her?" I start to walk towards my station.
"Because you love her enough to know that if you cheat, even on a break, she won't let you ever forget it..."
"Maybe its time Lilly got a taste of her own medicine."
Veronica's POV
Cocky boy, I chuckle shaking my head as I make my way towards a tall, curvy African-American woman wearing a pink cardigan. Her long hair draped over her slim shoulder in tight curls. "You wouldn't happen to be the teacher of this class would you?" I question waving my schedule around.
A friendly smile graces her features, "I sure am. Would you happen to be the new girl my class won't shut up about?"
"Unless there's another new girl that is vastly popular?" I tap my lips and chin with a fake thoughtfully expression on my face, "Nope, I think you're stuck with me." She chuckles and shakes her head.
"I'm Miss Dent, your new Journalism teacher, and you are our new student, Veronica Mars. What would you like to do to serve your fine new school in its newspaper?"
"I was thinking I could just take pictures."
She looked dubious for a second, "I'm not sure if you could just take pictures, but we can start you off there," she answered before leading to a bank of beige wooden cabinets pushed against the wall. Reaching inside, she pulls out an old camera that probably still needs a flash cube, "Now my suggestion is that you start out by setting it on auto-"
As she tinkers away with the outdated device I pull out my own camera from my bag, "I would actually feel more comfortable using my own camera. The swivel LCD is really good for overhead or ground-level macro shooting. The optical zoom actually goes up to 71.2 millimeters and it has the Raphael option so you can mess with the photos post-exposure without nearly the loss of image quality that you get with the jpeg file," I state confidently. Photography is kind of my thing. I mean, every girl has to have a hobby.
Stunned, she nods blinking rapidly, "And when it's dark out you should really use a flash," she paused and shook her head, "I actually have your first assignment. Body Chang, a student of Neptune, is participating in a surf competition after school, he is very high ranked. The Navigator, our school paper, was planning on having a story on him. If you're interested, we need a photographer," she offered.
"Sure," I nod.
She leads me over to the little cubicles at the back of the room, "Great! You'll be working with-," the station was empty save a computer monitor with Alyssa Milano pictures in the search engine and a couple papers scattered about, "He must still be looking for you. You're free to wait here until he gets back."
I nod and drop my bag to the floor with a flourish. Plopping down in the chair, I start to scroll through the browser history. Don't judge me, I beg my conscience. After a few minutes of learning that the mystery man I have to work with desperately wants to see Alyssa Milano naked, I feel the hairs rise on the back of my neck. I turn my head up to see Logan Echolls leaning against the gray cubicle wall, arms folded, staring down at me with a smirk.
"Who has been using my computer? Who has been sitting in my chair and is still there?" He questioned.
"Why the fair-haired Goldilocks, of course," I answer with a southern accent. His returning smile only lifts half his mouth.
"Most people around here don't usually get my jokes."
"Like I said, I'm not most people."
"I'm starting to see that," he replied, his eyes shining, "Doesn't change that fact that you're going through my things, though."
"Well you have to keep people on their toes."
"You may just live up to your reputation if you keep acting like this."
Does he recognize me? Impossible. There is no way that the first day I am here and someone knows who I am already.
"And what reputation would that be?" I ask tight-lipped.
"That your the quote-unquote 'fearless new rocker chick who's going to change the status quo. The girl who faced the wrath of the PCHers and cut a snitch down from the flagpole.'"
"I don't know about the whole 'status quo' part of the little speech but I did cut down the boy from the flagpole," I sigh relieved.
"Oh I know," he says nodding, "I saw. It was actually kind of hot how you whipped that knife out. The only thing I'm afraid of is that tomorrow it's going to be your pretty little behind strapped to that flagpole instead. Though it's not without it's advantages."
"Advantages?"
"Someone is going to have to cut you down. Be your knight in shining armour..." he trailed off staring into my eyes in a way that made me catch my breath...until he continued, "And quite possibly see you naked while they did," he laughs ducking his head.
It was like being doused in cold water...
"Oh, you were so close. Keep that up for a couple more seconds and I would have been forced to become a fan girl and throw my panties at you," I chide sarcastically.
His head tilts and he leans back in, "If I had to guess, I'd say you were a red satin girl."
With a man-eating smile, I lean in as well until my lips are millimeters from his, "You could be right about that," I smile and lean away, "It's a shame that you'll never find out." I dismiss him and turn back to the computer.
He lets out a slightly strangled noise and is quiet for a minute. I can feel him walk around the partial wall until he is hovering over me. The hairs on the back of my neck rise but I choose to ignore them.
All of a sudden I am spun around to face Logan. He is bent so his face is just a little bit above mine, forcing me to tilt my head back to look at him. His hands on the arm rests to block me in and brace himself.
"While the bear ever know why Goldilocks chose his home? Or will he always wonder why she chose his bed?" His hot breathe poured over my face as he started to lean in.
"Logan!" Came a masculine voice, snapping us out of our trance.
Clearing my throat, I whispered, "I think you should answer him." With a sigh he leaned away and as soon as I could think again I berated myself for almost falling for his charms.
"What Duncan?!" Of course it would be Duncan who interrupted us.
"Don't you think you should start typing up Body's article?" Growled the blue-eyed brunette.
"I don't have to finish typing it until after I see his competition after school," Logan groaned frustrated.
My eyes snapped away from Duncan's glaring form to look at Logan, "So you're my partner for the Body Chang article?"
Logan looked back down at me, "What do you mean by partner?"
"Yeah, what do you mean by partner?" Duncan chimed, practically sneering the word partner.
Deciding to ignore Duncan, I keep my eyes on Logan, "Why I was sitting at your desk. Miss Dent made me the photographer for the competition."
Logan smiled and looked over at Duncan, "See Dunc'? We're just two co-workers talking about our upcoming project."
Before Duncan could reply the bell rang signaling the end of the period. With a huff Duncan stormed out off the room.
"Jokes on him, he left his backpack," I observe.
Logan chuckles, "I think he may have a little crush on you."
Feigning innocence, "You think?" I ask as we pick up our bags.
"I sure do, partner," he says into my ear before disappearing out the door.
Sorry if I ruined Goldilocks for you, but REVIEW please and tell me what you think.
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Mythgrl
