Disclaimer: I'm not in any way affiliated with Veronica Mars. Wouldn't it be really cool if I were?
Everyone can see. Veronica's cheeks burn as she slowly walks through the quad. His hand tightly grips hers, but does nothing to ease the uncomfortable ache in her chest. She hadn't wanted this.
"I um. I have to go to my locker." She murmurs quietly, her gaze trained to the ground as they walk. He smiles at her obliviously. Everything is perfect in his world.
"Sure, sure. We can do that." Her heart drops. She looks at him, and he's so hopeful, so happy, and she truly loves him in this moment.
"Veronica?" Her breath catches. "I tried calling. I'm so sorry about-" Biting her lip, she turns slowly.
"It was off the hook." She says, taking a shaky breath. There. If she doesn't talk about the obvious, then it doesn't exist. They can work this out, they can- The obvious pain in his eyes breaks her heart.
"Right." The word is ground out, and his eyes bore into hers. Knowing that every person in the hallway is waiting for the situation to explode, she merely smiles, reaching her free hand out to touch his arm.
"I should get to class. I'll see you later." As her hand brushes the material, her breath catches. Bad idea. The muscles in his arm jump at the merest brush of her fingers, and she closes her eyes.
"Veronica, we should go. You did say that you had to go to your locker, didn't you?" Her eyes snap open, and she lets go. The color is high in her cheeks, and as turns she wishes he would stop her.
He doesn't.
Author's Note: Know who is who, yet?