Disclaimer: Veronica Mars belongs to Rob Thomas.

Chapter 11

Lilly was still avoiding him. Logan had hoped after everything with Caitlin that they would be talking again, but apart from a passing glance in the front yard of Caitlin's house he had barely caught a glimpse of her in nearly two weeks.

Crouching down Logan opened his locker to pull out his books for next period. He stopped, noticing the picture of him and Lilly laughing together on the beach hanging on the inside of the door. He hated not having her to talk to everyday. As more time passed he began to worry. This wasn't like Lilly. Sure she could hold a grudge but she was a confrontational type. She liked the fight, the scene it created.

"Mr Echolls. I was wondering if I could have a word," Logan looked up at the vice principle who had approached while he was distracted,

"Anthropomorphic," Logan grinned, "all yours, big guy."

Logan stood up slamming his locker shut in the process.

"Oh," Clemmons forced a chuckle before clearing his throat, "Your father has generously offered to donate a pair of boots for a school fundraising auction,"

"Not the ones made for walking. God, I love those boots," ignoring Logan's sarcasm Clemmon's continued,

"Ah, the pair he wore in 'Hair Trigger,'"

"Hmmm,"

"They're a big ticket item. We're hoping we'll be able to pay for our new scoreboard with what we'll make off of them,"

"Hope so," Logan crossed his fingers for the vice principle to see before turning and heading down the hall,

"Unfortunately…" Not taking the hint Clemmon's followed, "…I haven't been able to reach your father. I was hoping you could remind him," Logan stopped and turned back,

"I'll have my assistant call his assistant," he smirked and walked away.

A test sat on all the desks as Logan entered English class. He would never admit it out loud but he happened to like English, and at this point a test, any distraction offered, he would agree to. Logan took a seat in the back of the class and pulled out a pencil. The class filled quickly, just as Mr Daniel's was about to close the door Weevil pushed his way through the door,

"Take your seat Mr Narvarro, and have a pencil ready,"

The last seat available was next to Logan. Logan and Weevil had not spoken or acknowledged each other in the part couple of weeks. Weevils grandmother had been given back her job with the promise to never have her family pick her up from the house and so far there had been a silent truce between the king of the 09'ers and the gang leader. Weevil looked over at Logan shortly after the test had started. Logan noticed and shifts his papers to obscure his answer. Weevil shook his head. After writing a little more under the cover of the test sheet, Logan looks back at Weevil.

"They teach you manners in ESL?" Logan hissed at the biker,

"If I was gonna cheat, don't you think I'd pick somebody smart?" Weevil smirked,

"If you was gonna?" Logan questioned,

Weevil shooks his head and looks back down at his paper. Neither notice Mr Daniels observing them. He shakes his head and slaps his hands on the desk.

"Ah, alas," Mr Daniels rose and walked towards their desks, "you both get zeros,"

Weevil threw up his hands sending his pencil flying across the room. Logan rolled his eye's.

"No talking during test," he told them grabbing the tests from their desks.

"I guess Mrs. Daniels ain't giving it up at home, huh?" Logan muttered not so subtly,

Mr Daniels stops as Weevil, amused, smiles.

"You know, the glow of your father's wealth and celebrity may be enough to sustain you through high school, Mr Echolls, but do you know what it will get you in the real world?" He asked,

Logan clasped his hands together in prayer and raises his eyes to the heavens.

"Please say 'high school English teacher'. Please say 'high school English teacher',"

Weevil laughed.

"Mr Navarro. I wonder if you'll find Mr Echolls so amusing ten years from now. When you're pumping his gas,"

Weevil nods his head in acknowledgement of the stereotype. Logan smiles broadly and looked back at him.

"See me after class, both of you. I'll tell you where to report for detention. Until then you will sit in silence," he warned them.

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Lilly sat at was becoming her usual lunch table. To her left the friends she decided to leave behind, to her right the people she never wanted anything to do with… until now. She looked at the table now want saw how much the people liked each other. They sat together for friendship not status. They wanted to spend time together not just tolerate each other. She turned to watch as Madison once again hit on Dick, watched Dick brush her off, stand, cross the quad to where his girlfriend sat. He straddled the bench wrapping his arms around Di. Di smiled and leant into him as she continued talking with her friends. Veronica looked up catching her eye. She turned to her friends said something, got up and headed in her direction.

"You know you don't need to sit alone," Veronica said as she sat down across from Lilly.

Over the last couple weeks, since the day on the beach Lilly had been a little more open to getting to know Veronica. They had had to spend another weekend together under the same roof in this time and while they hadn't seeked each others company they had accepted each others presence.

"Thanks, but I prefer to be alone at the moment," Lilly offer her a smile,

"Kay, I'll see you later," Veronica turned heading back to her table.

Lilly looked in the other direction catching Logan's eye. He moved to stand and Lilly looked away, quickly collected her things together and rushed into the school.

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As usual Mr Daniels disappeared as soon as detention started. Logan pulled out a deck of cards from his back pocket. Laying the cards out he sat quietly playing solitaire. Weevil sat next to him watching,

"You know what I love? I love that I get a zero for talking, when you were the one who was talking to me. You get detention for dissing the teacher in front of everybody. And I get detention for laughing. Let me ask you something, man," Weevil pulled his desk closer to Logan.

"Is this detention or hell?" Logan looks up to the heavens.

"How do you people not make yourselves sick? I mean, it's like you walk on water in this school. For what? It's nothing that you do. I mean, all that matters is who your parents are and the zip code your mom shot you out,"

"And if I donate to the United Latino Pain-in-the-Ass fund, will you shut the hell up?"

"You like playin' wit' yourself?"

"Huh?" Logan looked over at Weevil.

"Or you wanna make things interesting?" Weevil asked,

"What did you have in mind?"

"Put your money where your mouth is,"

"Poker?" Logan asked,

They turned their desks to face each other and pushed them together. Money was pulled from pockets and put on the table. Twenty minutes later Weevil was confidant with a pair of aces in his hand. Logan looked at him and then back at his own cards.

"You're almost as bad an actor as your father,"

"You know that you don't need a diploma to steal hubcaps right? I mean why do you even show up here?"

"I promised my grandmother," Weevil admitted.

"Hmm," Logan offered in response not really caring,

"I don't break my promises," he added,

"And I mean this," Logan placed a hand over his heart, "aaww,"

The classroom door opened and Mr Daniels entered. Noticing them playing poker he slammed the door shut behind him.

"Is this Reno or detention?" he demanded,

"Would you believe the best of both?" Logan grinned, then laughed.

Mr Daniels responded with a humor-less laugh of his own, then grabs the cards from Logan and the desk.

"Aw, come on, man!" Weevil protested,

"What the hell? We were playing a game here," Logan joined in,

"This is punishment, gentlemen, not party time," Mr Daniel's shared taking the cards to the front of the classroom and throwing them in the drawer of his desk.

"Well, that would explain the absence of balloon animals," Logan snapped, pocketing his cash.

"You know, the two of you may not have learned respect in the home but you are going to learn it here. And you now have a full week of detention for me to teach you without luxury time for playing cards," Mr Daniels told them leaving the room.

Weevil throws his head back and groans. Logan lay his head on the desk looking out the window, his dad was not going to like this.

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Veronica had just been finishing up her story for the next edition of the Navigator when Ms Dent came up behind her,

"Veronica? Just the girl I was looking for," she took a seat on the desk, next to Veronica, "I'd like you to meet Evelyn Bugby,"

"Oh, aren't you cute?" Veronica turned looking up at the other woman,

"Evelyn is from the Alumni Association and she's looking for some help putting together a photo display for a class reunion," Ms Dent shared,

"Oh. If only I had the spare time," Veronica packed up her things,

Distracted, Evelyn moves away. Ms Dent offers a book to Veronica.

"Class of '79. Think of all the bad clothes you can mock. Velour shirts. Platform shoes," Ms Dent grinned,

"Um, okay. I'll do it," Veronica reluctantly agrees,

"Great! Your first assignment is to scan and print all the photos Mrs Bugby tabbed," she looked back at the other woman, "and please. Keep her away from me, Ms Dent pleaded.

Leaving the 1979 yearbook on the desk she tried to sneak away behind Evelyn, unfortunately Evelyn has the instincts of a bloodhound. Oblivious to this, Veronica examines the yearbook. 1979, somewhere amidst the 'most likely to succeed' and 'class sweetheart,' was her mom. Maybe in here she would find some answers, understand her mother better. For some reason her mother had never spoken much about high school. Slipping the book into her bag she left school.

Still grounded Veronica had little to do when she had completed her homework, noticing the yearbook poking out of her bag she pulled it out and started to flick through the pages.

People were so optimistic in high school. There was page after page filled with memories of years gone by and dreams of the future. Veronica had often heard people say that your high school years are the best years of your life, I just pray that bake sales and pep rallies aren't as good as it gets.' she though looking down at all the grinning young faces. Having only gotten through half of her high school years so far, Veronica knew there was still a lot to come, to experience. The first two years were far from perfect but having a friend like Di defiantly made it more bearable. A truce with Lilly also seemed to help. Over the last few of weeks she had mostly been left alone by the masses. She turned the pages looking at the hopeful faces of the once young. 'How many were truly happy twenty five years later,' she wondered stopping as she found the king and queen of the prom. A banner reading 'Love is Thicker Than Water' ran across the top of the page. Staring back at her, grinning and wrapped in each others arms, stood her mother and Jake Kane, crowns glimmering on their heads.

"Oh, my god."

Veronica took a deep breath leaning back on her bed. Her mother had dated Jake in high school. This new information presented all kinds of questions and Veronica didn't know if she wanted to know the answers.

Between third and forth period the next day Veronica spotted Lilly down the hall closing her locker,

"Hey," Veronica said approaching Lilly,

She paused a moment to let Veronica catch up before they continued walking.

"Hey, what's up?"

"I've got a little Neptune High trivia for you,"

"Yeah?"

"Did you know that your dad and my mom were King and Queen of the prom?"

Lilly stopped and stared at Veronica.

"Which, I guess, means they were like a couple or something. Did you know about that?"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, look," Veronica pulled out the yearbook to show her the picture,

"Look at how young they were," Lilly said softly,

"You didn't know about this?" Veronica asked,

"How would I?" Lilly responded,

"I don't know. Your dad didn't say anything," Lilly shook her head, "your mum?"

"No. I mean after the affair was revealed all they would do was fight. She would demand to know how long it was going on," Lilly shared taking the book from Veronica flicking through the pages to see what else they revealed.

"There's some more photo's… they were voted the couple most likely to marry," Veronica showed Lilly,

"Seriously, I thought they would be a shoe in for the 'most selfish couple' or 'couple most likely to destroy their children's lives,'" Lilly said slamming the book shut, "This just make everything worse. If they were so in love why did they marry other people?"

"I don't know," Veronica shrugged taking the book back, "how long were they…?"

"I don't know…" Lilly trailed off, "I'll see you later,"

Veronica watched Lilly go. There was something Lilly wasn't telling her, she could feel it in her bones. Lilly knew something.

VM

Logan and Weevil followed Mr Daniels through the schools parking lot carrying buckets.

"Is this a joke?" Logan sneared as the stopped at a small blue car parked in a space marked 'Daniels.'

"No, Mr Echolls, this is detention," he told them turning to face them,

Logan set his bucket down by the driver's door. Weevil carries on past him to the front end of the car.

"I meant the car," Logan smirked.

Daniels looks confused. Logan acts embarrassed.

"Oh, my God!" Logan puts his hand on his mouth for his faux pas, "It's not yours, is it?"

Weevil can't help but laugh at the rich boy. If it was anyone else he may have taken offence for them but at this point he saw no harm in laughing at their English teacher. Logan draws a heart in the dust on the window of the car's backseat before turning back to Mr Daniels.

"You know, seriously, I don't think it's school policy to have students do chores.

"Seriously, would you like to hear the school's policy on gambling, Mr Echolls? It's considerably detailed," Daniels swipes a finger over the dirty window, rubs his finger and thumb together and gives Logan a 'get on with it' glare. Logan glared back as Daniels leaves, then spits on the window before rubbing the glass ineffectually. Weevil emptied his bucket on the bonnet with a sarcastic smile.

VM

Veronica had been working along side Evelyn for the last half hour. Slowly… very slowly they were putting together a banner filled with photo's of the class of 79. As she laid out each photo Evelyn share memories of the people in them, things they did in school, what they were up to now.

"What about Leanne Reynolds? She's my mom…"

"Oh my god! Of course. Look at you. I thought you looked familiar. You look just like her. How is she?"

"I-I love this picture of her," she said trying to hold back the shudder that threatened to escape as the words past her lips,

Veronica picks up a large framed picture from the table. It is a side view of Jake and Leanne. Jake's forehead is resting on Leanne's and his hand is on her waist. Leanne's hand is on his shoulder.

"Oh," Evelyn took a closer look at the picture Veronica held out.

"She was just gorgeous," Veronica added.

"And Jake. They were a beautiful couple," Evelyn shared,

"So they were a couple?" Veronica peeked out the side of her eyes at the older women,

"No, they were THE couple. Very lovey-dovey. Practically connected at the mouth in the hallway. I'd always thought they'd be together forever, everybody thought they would, but obviously everything worked out for the best, otherwise you wouldn't be here, right?"

"Right,"

"It's amazing that they are together now and getting married. It's like they're in a movie," Evelyn picks up another photograph and wrinkles her nose in distaste. "Oh, Aaron Staleman… I think he went to jail,"

Veronica wandered off a short time later realizing she wasn't going to get anymore useful information. Veronica made her way out into the hallway full of student leaving for the day. What she found out gave her so much to think about.

'Why had Leanne and Jake broken up all those years ago?'

'How long had they been having an affair?'

'Had her mother ever loved her father?'

'Did my mother love me less because I wasn't the daughter of the man she loved?'

Veronica stopped suddenly in the middle of the busy hallway as something dawned on her,

'Was my dad even my dad?'

"Move or get out of the way," Veronica was jolted from behind.

Logan pushed past Veronica on his way to yet another detention. He noticed that she seemed to be upset by something and for a moment he nearly stopped until re remembered… he did not care.

"Alphabetise… by author and then by title… for example, Shakespeare would come after Poe… and before Wordsworth and then within Shakespeare, "Macbeth" after "Hamlet." Should I draw a diagram?" Mr Daniels explained after Logan entered the room

"Aw, please. That would be helpful," Logan snarked.

"If you get this wrong, I'll simply have you do it again," Mr Daniels snapped as he thrusts the book into Logan's hand and leaves.

"Well, amigo, let's get to it, huh?" Logan tossed the book to Weevil.

Logan and Weevil moved the desk under the bookcase to get to the top shelf. Weevil jumping onto the desk as Logan attends to one of the lower shelves. Weevil starts to throw books onto the floor.

"Oops! Heads up! My bad!"

"You obviously have no appreciation of literature," Logan told him

Weevil continued to toss the books to the floor as Logan picks a book off the shelf and turns around. He drops the book and kicks it.

"Would that it were Mr Daniels' head!" Logan stated with Shakespearian flourish,

"I was thinking more like that scene in 'Casino'", Weevil sits on the desk, "With the vice grip,"

"Ah, see I'm more of a purist, you know, less blood, more emotional distress," Logan leant back against the bookcase,

"I'd rather see him locked in a room, padded, crapping himself in the corner. You know, he's an English teacher. He'd appreciate the poetic justice,"

Weevil tosses the book in his hand.

"I think I've got your poetic justice," Weevil grinned.

"Meaning?" Logan asked, Weevil jumps off the desk.

"Meaning I've got a plan," Weevil told him.

"Tick tick. Losing interest," Logan motioned for him to continue,

"Well, if I thought you had the cojones to pull it off, I'd tell you, but…" Weevil

"Never underestimate the size of my cojones,"

Logan never thought he would be voluntarily be spending time with Weevil, let alone enjoying himself. Weevils idea was genius. Even before detention was out there plan went into action. Weevil made a phone call and as the excited the school behind Mr Daniels they watched him head for his car, laughed as he looked up to discover his car gone. Hours later they returned to the school to complete the project.

Logan arrived at school as normal the next morning high five-d Dick in greating as they headed into school. Ahead he spotted Mr Daniels walking with Ms Murphy. Off to the right there was a commotion and Logan suppressed a grin,

"Come on, man, check it out!" Someone called,

The teachers noticed the commotion and turned towards courtyard. As they approached the students parted. Daniels attempts to break up the crowed encouraging students to head into school. As the students broke apart Logan caught his first glimpse of Mr Daniels car impaled on the flag pole. Beside him Dick was on his toes trying to look over the crowd,

"Dude, someone wrapped Mr Daniels car around the flag pole. That's so awesome," Dick laughed,

"Let's get out of here," Logan slapped him on the back,

"But dude, Mr Daniels is about to lose it," Dick protested.

"It'll be all over the internet by lunch,"

"Who do you think did it?" Dick followed Logan back into school, "I mean that was one bad ass prank,"

Logan grinned to himself but just shrugged to Dick,

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Weevil made his way down the hallway after lunch when he heard his name called from behind him,

"Mr Navarro!" Mr Clemmons called.

Weevil paused turning to Mr Clemmons and the security guard following him.

"Interesting artwork you left at the flagpole this morning," Mr Clemmon's said as he came to a stop.

"Artwork? Looks to me like Mr Daniels has a little drinking and driving problem," Weevil grinned.

"Spare me your indignation, Mr Navarro, we have a witness,"

"Yeah, sure you do," Weevil found it hard to believe.

Clemmons beckons Weevil to follow. The security guard places a hand on Weevil's arm to lead him away. Weevil glances over to his left. Logan is just coming out of a classroom. He stares. Weevil gives him a head's up gesture which Logan barely acknowledges before he moves down the hall. Once in his office Mr Clemmons sat behind his desk he motioned for Weevil to take a seat. Mr Daniels entered behind them and shut the door, leaning against it.

"What's going to make this easier for you is if you tell us who helped you," Clemmon's explained.

"All right. You guys wanna know who helped me? Ask your witness,"

As much as he didn't like Logan, Weevil was nark,

"Do you believe this?" Mr Daniels grunted pushing off the door. he bent down and shouts in Weevil's ear, "Tell-us-who-helped-you,"

"Tom! Easy," the vice principle warned the teacher, he turned to Weevil "I've called your grandmother. She's been informed that, as of today, you are expelled from Neptune High School," Weevil nods his head, "You are no longer a student here."

"And you had so much potential," Mr Daniel's voice dripped with sarcasm

Weevil stood and turned to leave.

"A security guard will escort you to clean out your locker.

"Wait…" Weevil paused at the door and looks back, "Does this mean I can't try out for the soccer team?"

"Dude they expelled that Weevil guy for that bad ass prank with Mr Daniels car this morning," Dick caught up to Logan as they exited the school, pulling Di along behind him,

"They expelled him?" Logan asked in disbelief.

"They had security escort him off the grounds. Wallace works in the office he heard the whole thing. Daniels blew a fuse. Tell-us-who-helped-you. Tell-us-who-helped-you!" Di shared,

"I would have liked to see that," Dick laughed and Di frowned at him.

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Logan walked through the school with purpose. The boots he wore pitched his feet but he ignored it. Heading into the school office he noticed that Mr Clemmon's door stood open. Logan stood in the doorway and observed Clemmons working at his desk. Logan cleared his throat and the vice principle looks up.

"You got a sec?" Logan asked,

"Mr Echolls. What can I do for you?"

Logan stepped into the room closing the door behind him.

"Man, I tell you Mr Clemmons, I am pissed off!"

"I need for you to use appropriate language in here, Mr Echolls," Mr Clemmon's scolded him. "now, what's got under your skin?"

"It's, uh, it's that Weevil kid," Logan started.

"He is no longer a student here," Mr Clemmon's informed him.

"Yeah, I know. But the problem is, he's getting all the credit for sticking Mr Daniels' car on the flagpole.

Clemmons looks up at him in horror.

"And all of the sudden, he's like the biggest badass in…" Clemmons casts him another warning look. Logan coughs then rolls his eyes, "…rad dude here at Neptune. I mean, people are gonna be talking about that punking for years."

"I don't think I understand,"

"I mean, I want my share of the credit," Logan sat back in his seat smirking.

"You're confessing to helping Eli Navarro?" Logan smirks. "You can't just get away with this, young man."

"Yeah, I didn't think I could," Logan let out an exaggerated sigh.

Logan paused then swung first one foot, then the other onto Clemmons' desk. He is wearing a pair of black boots with red stars all over them. Clemmons stares at the boots on his desk.

"So, what kind of punishment are we talking about?"

Logan looked smugly at Clemmons who could only stare longingly at the boots and then back at Logan.

After school Clemmons stood in front of a graffiti covered wall, holding a couple of paint rollers looking between Weevil and Logan.

"You both that you're getting off easy… this time." he handed Logan the rollers, "This will go on your permanent record but you're extremely fortunate that you're not being suspended or expelled,"

"Um, does it-does it go on my-my permanent record that I was un-expelled?" Weevil asked.

"Don't push your luck, Eli."

Clemmons left them to it. Weevil grabbed one of the rollers from Logan and turned to the wall awaiting them.


A/N: I know it's not much, and is far from being perfect but I haven't posted in so long I felt bad. This was mostly a Logan chapter and I took a lot from the episode 'The girl next door' I like the interaction between Logan and Weevil in this episode and without the conflict of Lilly coming between them they might just form an unlikely friendship.

I have something major planned and it was going to be the a cliff hanger for this chapter but I want to expand on it more so it will now have to wait a little longer.

If anyone is reading my other story 'Veronica's secret', I am a little stuck at the moment but have started the next chapter. Please be patient and I will update as soon as I work out what I'm doing