Ch. 2 A Known Confession
He walks as fast as his feet will let him to catch up to her. He finally comes to his senses and starts running after her. She gets to her car and begins to open the door, but his hand slams the door shut.
"Logan, I'm not in the mood," she says angrily as she turns to face him.
"Well, get in the mood because we are going to have a long discussion about your behavior, young missy," he backs up against the car so that he is blocking the entrance.
"How is this any of your business?" Veronica asks and quickly adds, "And don't spill out some bullshit about how you care about my relationship with Duncan."
Logan chuckles "Ah, you know me so well, Veronica Mars. Actually, I do care for my own selfish reasons."
"And these reasons are . . . ," she folds her arms.
"I live with the guy. If he's in a bad mood over his girlfriend, it affects the atmosphere of the whole suite. He can be such a drama queen."
"Didn't I say no bullshit," she pushes him aside and again starts to open the car door.
Logan shuts the door again, but this time he grabs her and pulls her close to him.
"Can't you tell why I care?" he lets go of Veronica's arm, yet she still remains close to him, out of her free-will.
Logan continues to talk as he looks straight into Veronica's eyes, "I can't not care. I have to care. Don't you get that I still lo…"
"Don't say anything, okay. I can't take it," Veronica says, but she still remains in that position, in front of Logan with only inches separating them.
"I'm sorry, but I have to let it out, Veronica. I'm still in love with you. I still love you with all the broken pieces of my heart."
They're letting the tension mount between them. The universe seemed to have been pressing their bodies together, and before either one of them realizes what's happening, they are passionately kissing.
A couple seconds pass. A figure gets out of the hotel and sees the public display of passion taking place in the parking lot. The figure walks back into the hotel with a faster circulation of blood rushing through his veins; it's caused by hate.