A/N β Here's a little present for everyone for being so late for the last post.
P.S β To Skye (ourlittlesecret7) and everyone else who mentioned itβ Yes, I live in Australia, and yes it is summer here. But there is nothing to be jealous about. One minute it's sweltering hot, the next it's pouring rain and I've got a blanket wrapped around me. But on the bright side, the weather makes me want to write more! Please read and review. Now enjoy!
VII.
Logan wasn't sure what had woken him up first, the annoying ringing of the phone or Backup licking his face.
"Stop it," he said as he gently pushed the dog away. Logan looked around the room but didn't see Veronica and the phone was still ringing. He quickly jumped up off the couch in only his boxers and nearly tripped over the sheet that was tangled around him. Finally reaching the phone, he picked it up.
"Ech...I mean Veroni...I mean..."
"Logan? Did you spend the night?"
"Wallace. What do you want?" Logan knew that Wallace was a good guy, but something inside of him could not make him be nice.
"Geez, remind me never to wake you up. Can I speak to Veronica?"
"I don't think she's up yet. Do you want to leave a message?"
"Sure, but let me tell you about it. Actually, if I didn't now know that you spent the night at Veronica's, I would think that you were responsible for this."
"Responsible for what?"
"Well, I had to get to school early to type up my bio lab. Really, how stupid is the policy that all assignments must be typewritten, 'cause..."
"Get to the point."
"Again with the cheeriness. At least my mind is at ease that you and Veronica didn't...Well, you know. Anyway, I got to school and found the sheriff's department having to move seven cars which were parked in the hallway." Logan couldn't help but smile at the visual.
"God, I wish I'd thought of that. I would've loved to see the principal's face."
"Oh trust me, it was priceless. Anyway, just tell Veronica for me. She usually wants to know about stuff like this."
"No problem, seeya."
"Thanks. Bye." Logan turned around to see Veronica looking at him in amusement.
"Wow, if I knew you looked like that with no shirt on, I would've let you sleep in my room." She watched as a slight blush crept over Logan's face. He walked back over to the couch and put on his shirt.
"Well, now. Let's see what you've got and maybe I'll let you share the couch," Logan replied with a smirk on his face.
"Logan," Veronica said with a smile. She noticed that Logan looked a little more himself this morning, and she also like the fact that she may have played a part in it.
"Who was on the phone?"
"Wallace. Apparently there was a little prank at school. Let me get changed and I'll tell you about it in the car."
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"I am so going to win, man."
"Wait until you hear about mine."
"I think I already have. Yours, however, was short lived while mine has some staying power."
"I'll be the judge of that."
"Actually, you won't be. I've gotta go, but I'll catch up with you at school. Seeya, Duncan."
"Seeya."
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"What is it with high school boys and mindless pranks?" Veronica asked Logan as they hopped out of her car.
"I don't know, I think it's some kind of rite of passage," he replied as he walked beside her into the school.
"Ah...yes I forgot. The road to manhood is a long and winding road for a boy like yourself. But parking seven cars in the hallway? That seems like a lot of work for something hardly anyone saw. Don't you guys know how to be more creative?"
"It's the testosterone," Logan quipped, looking down at Veronica with a smirk. She gave him a playful nudge and then began to realize that everyone was staring at her. Logan, who was still looking at Veronica, hadn't noticed.
"Okay, is this the dream where I come to school naked? Because it certainly feels like I have clothes on." Logan looked up to see what she was talking about and noticed the prying eyes. He glared at the freshman closest to him and the boy quickly walked away.
"You definitely have clothes on, even though I wouldn't mind either way. What the hell is going on?" As they continued to walk down the hall they saw a crowd gathered at the bulletin board. Wallace suddenly spotted them and ran over with a worried look on his face.
"Veronica, you're okay! I was just about to call you."
"Hey Wallace. By the look of that crowd, I'm guessing Mr. PhotoShop has struck again." Veronica and Logan walked closer to the board while Wallace lagged behind.
"Veronica, I don't think..." He stopped talking when he realized that Veronica had seen the photo. Her face went white and she felt a little nauseous. The photo was a headshot of herself. Her eyes were closed and there was a multitude of cuts and bruises all over her face. Before her brain could become aware of it, Logan had pushed through the crowd and ripped the photo off the board.
"Get the hell out of here, you vultures! There's nothing to see here," he growled at the crowd. They quickly dispersed leaving Logan, Veronica and Wallace. Logan took a couple of steps toward Veronica and held up the photo.
"How does this fit in with your theory? I very highly doubt that this is a secret of yours and if I have anything to do with it, it isn't going to fucking happen!" Logan hadn't realized how loud his voice actually was. Veronica's expression remained cool, but Logan noticed a tear slide down her face.
"Go to hell," she said before storming off to the girls bathroom.
"Veronica!" Logan called out to her.
"You son of a bitch," Wallace gritted out angrily as Logan's eyes shifted from where Veronica had been, to him.
"You don't think that seeing herself like that was enough? No, of course not. Why not shove it in her face and scream at her? That's sure to help." Logan didn't say a word and instead turned to go in the direction Veronica had gone. Wallace grabbed him.
"Don't even think about it Let me. I doubt she wants to see you at the moment." Wallace walked off leaving Logan standing in the middle of the hallway. He turned around and punched the lockers in front of him twice.
"Fuck!" He gripped the photograph in his hand and then strode back out of the school.
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