Disclaimer: I have no affiliation with Veronica Mars, Kristen Bell, or Jason Dohring (but oh man, I wish). All I offer is this humble chapter that I hope you enjoy.

"So you're breaking up with me." She wasn't even looking at him. All of her attention was focused on how perfect she looked in her compact. Gazing into it, she patted her hair once for effect. Logan grimaced.

"It's not really breaking up. We were never really…" His voice trailed off, low. She swung around to face him, a look of contempt striking him from her almond shaped eyes.

"Is it because you don't love me anymore?" Logan's mouth went dry. She stood, towering over where he sat, her hands poised on her perfect shapely hips. "Didn't I mean anything to you?" He flinched as each word came out of her mouth, and a satisfied smile played at the corners of her lips.

"Kendall, I never said any of that to you." He tone was low, his eyes were trained on his hands, which he was clenching in his lap. She rolled her eyes, and staring at him with pity, laughed.

"No, you didn't, did you? You did to someone else though. That petite little blonde who's picture you have in your wallet?" If it were possible, Logan's face would have paled further and the sight of him Kendall laughed again, the sound growing more and more wicked. "She's the one who came to visit last week, and broke my favorite statue. It was pretty expensive. I didn't tell Big Dick about it, but maybe I should…he's sued for less, y'know." Logan closed his eyes in anguish. There was no telling what Kendall would do, and he'd wanted to keep Veronica out of this. All he'd ever wanted was to keep her safe.

"You can't." He exclaimed, standing. He towered over her now, and his hands gripped her forearms like a vice. She laughed again.

"I can't? Oh little boy, never tell me what I can and can't do. Remember who you're talking to." She broke free of his advance, and walked to the vanity where she poured herself a drink.

"What do you want me to do?" He was looking down, sadness seeping through his every pore. The joy he'd felt earlier was replaced with an all-consuming dread. This was not good.

"Do? Oh I don't want you to do anything." Logan gazed at her hopefully, biting his lip.

"So you're Ok? That it's over?" When she hadn't responded after a few moments he started to walk to the door, elation filling him once again.

"If you take one step out that door, I'll ruin your little girlfriend's life." He swung back to look at her, but she wasn't even looking at him, but sitting at her vanity, filing her nails. But when she looked up, and smiled, he felt his stomach drop. "Ok?" And Logan knew there was no going back.

A/N: I'm not the fondest of this chapter at all. I feel really unsettled writing Kendall. I don't know why. And I know that this is the basic sentiment that I wanted to get across, that y'know, even though they love each other, and they want to be together, they can't, because each has a roadblock that they need to over come; but at the same time, I'm not sure if I did it so well. Oh well. But I mean, don't get too too attached, because I'll probably change it in some capacity. Anyway, tell me what you think! Haha.