"Veronica, this isn't like you." He mumbles as she pulls him into the girl's bathroom, her fingers running through his hair, her lips hot and insistent on his as she wraps herself around him.

"What isn't like me, baby?" She breathes as she hoists herself onto the counter, which isn't as comfortable as she remembers. She's already lifted half of her shirt off, finally giving up and wrapping her arms around him again. Kissing her lightly, he takes a step back, blinking down at her. Her black bra shimmers in the fluorescent light.

"This…" He trails off gesturing at them both wiping his lips with the back of his hand, his eyes guarded. "That." He points to her shirtlessness, and she shivers in humiliation.

"I'm offering you sex in between Physics lectures and you're turning me down?" She asks incredulously, unwanted anger surging through her, already pulling her shirt back down, her cheeks flaming and Logan's words swirling unbelievably through her brain.

"No, V. C'mon. It's not like that at all. I just," His voice lowers the teensiest bit as he takes a step closer to her, and takes her hand in his. "I always want it to be perfect for you." He pauses again, and takes another look around the bathroom. "And that counter does not look too comfortable." He's laughing now, and she can't help but remembering being in here with Logan. It was damn comfortable then. Not matter how hard she tries to push the memory out of her mind it won't go, persistent to stay at the very center of consciousness. He's offering her his other hand now, and even though she's very capable of getting down herself, she lets him help her, trying not to acknowledge how right Logan was. Gotta apologize to him for that one. "Are you coming?" He asks, and if it were anyone but Duncan, she'd swear he'd sounded annoyed. But there's a look of ease on his face, and his eyes are light. She nods, pushing the water valve and splashing the cool liquid on her face. Maybe it'll wake you up a bit, Mars. Of course what was exciting with Logan wouldn't fit with Duncan's gentlemanliness. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Just give me a minute. You go ahead." She turns to tell him to be careful about walking into the hallway before he goes, but he's gone before she can. The bell rings. Maybe no one will notice him.

x

"Just what were you doing to Duncan Kane in the bathroom, Mars?" Shocked at his question, she blinks as her tray thumps onto the table, her face pale.

"Excuse me?" She asks, her stomach dropping. Up until a second ago, Wallace had been laughing, but now all of the amusement drains from his face.

"Wait, it's true?" Her eyes close in anguish, and she rubs her fingers over her temples to keep her head from exploding.

"I didn't say that." She mutters quietly, cursing Duncan quietly. This had never happened with Logan. He chooses that exact moment to walk by, and flicks his eyes callously over hers as he does so. So he knows. Super.

"What did you say, V?" He moves to hail her, bending his head at her presence. "Because seriously, girl. Are you crazy? Pimping out at school like that?" She swallows once, and her throat is like sandpaper. Sighing, she stands, scanning the cafeteria. "Veronica, where are you going?" He calls to her retreating form, but she can't hear him. She's a woman on a mission. As she walks across the quad she scans it for where he's sitting; the normal '09er table, having been taken over by their successors; the overly ambitious underclassmen.

"Can I talk to you for a sec?" She asks when she spots his table, and reaches it. Dick is laughing so hard at the sight of her that she's spared his asinine words. She's thankful for that. She's expecting an insult of some kind, a verbal kick me sign, but he doesn't say a word, merely standing and as she starts to walk, following her.

"You wanted something?" He asks as they slip into the main building, the hallway abandoned. His voice is cold, but not cruel, civil but not kind.

"I'm sorry, Okay, Logan? For the way I acted on Saturday night, for things I can't even begin to apologize for right now. But seriously, I shouldn't have screamed at you like that. I know how hard…" She trails off, unsure how to finish that particular sentence. How hard it's been for you since Lilly died? Since you found out your father killed her? Since I left you? None of these seem sufficient. It's a combination of all three and more, of which there is no word for. So she settles for, "I'm just sorry, Okay?" If she's waiting for some sort of indication that he's forgiven her, she gets none. He doesn't say a word, even as she turns around and starts to walk back outside again.

"I'm sorry too." He whispers, and she freezes as she heard the words, the skin of her arms prickling.

"For what?" She asks. She hasn't turned back to face him, standing immobile at the entrance to the building. She knows she should move, but she can't, terrified of what she'll see in his eyes.

"For everything, Veronica." She can sense that he's moved closer, but as his fingers grasp her arm, she still gasps, the contact unexpected. He turns her to face him, his chocolate eyes smoldering.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She whispers, her face already tipping up to meet his. Even if he tells her that he spread the (all too true) rumor about her and Duncan, she'd still want him to kiss her. They've been building up to this for days, and for the moment she just wants to get it over it, to see if the old spark is still there. She wants to doubt it.

"I still love you." He murmurs, and then his lips are on hers, and she forgets everything.