I spend the next few days honing my stealthy private eye skills by avoiding Logan. Didn't want another repeat of our past few conversations. I would've gotten away with it too if it wasn't for those pesky kids!
There I was, walking down the hallway, minding my own business when I see Logan start to head my way. Acting super naturally, I quickly turn to walk in the opposite direction. Only problem was that I bounce into someone's chest, hard enough to bounce me back into someone else's chest. This person thankfully caught me before I continued my pinball reenactment.
I look up to apologize to the two people that I tried to knock down (unsuccessfully) with my tiny frame and met Duncan's startled eyes. Before I could get any words out, he turned and walked away. Maybe I should start taking notes from Duncan. He doesn't even try to be stealthy when he is avoiding someone. He is kind of an expert.
The person who caught me finally sets me back on my feet, laughing. I turn and face Casey. "Whoops!"
"Veronica, you really do know how to make an entrance. If you wanted to be in my arms so badly, all you had to do was ask." Casey said, eyes twinkling at me in mirth.
I watch Logan walk by, fists clenched. Fuck.
Later that day, I was eating lunch with Wallace at our table when Logan abruptly sat down beside us. So much for avoiding him.
"Can I help you?" I ask. See, I can play nice.
"Thanks for asking but no. I am here to talk to my new buddy, Wallace." Both Wallace and myself give Logan a look of disbelief. I wasn't even sure if Logan knew Wallace's real name. "It's true. I wanted to give him this." Logan thrusts a piece of paper at Wallace.
"Ummm, thanks? Is this some kind of party invite?" Wallace asks, confused.
"It's a beach party. Only certain people are invited. It's written in code to keep the unmentionables away. Have Veronica help you figure it out. She knows all of our secrets." After saying that, Logan just gets up and walks away. What game is he playing now?
"Sooooo, party at the beach?" Wallace asks with hope in his voice.
Ahh, hell no!
A few hours later, I find myself headed towards a bonfire on the beach with people that I usually avoid surrounding the flames. This is definitely a bad idea. Damn Wallace and his puppy dog eyes.