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Chapter 2

Jason Bates has switched high schools five times in the past three years. He is a Sagittarius and likes seafood, thunderstorms, and Adam Sandler movies. Jason Bates looks like what Brad Pitt's and Josh Hartnett's secret lovechild would be. Jason Bates is the heir to the grand Bates Hotel legacy, just as his father, Jason Bates Sr., was before him. It seems his father wants his own legacy though and is currently under the process of setting up a line of Bates Fitness Centers. His insistence on heavy involvement in each new franchise has resulted in their frequent moves.

Jason Bates is disheartened by this, seeing as it keeps him from fostering close relationships, particularly one with a girl.

This got a resounding Awww from the banshees.

It's not that Jason Bates seems like he's all that into talking about himself, but the vultures at my lunch table really want to know all about Jason Bates.

If ever there's a time that I'm hoping a sniper is aiming for me somewhere in the crowd, I hope it's right now.

"So, Logan, right?"

"Yeah?"

"What's Aaron Echolls like in real life? He seems like a really cool guy…"

"Oh he's a peach."

I think Jason Bates got the idea that I wasn't in a rush to make him a BFF bracelet and returned to appeasing the she-wolves.

And then Veronica Mars walked by, I suppose to get a whiff of Duncan.

Okay the guy is my best friend but frankly, I'm missing whatever's there that's so damn hard to get over.

But she can't seem to do it so as she walked by all nonchalant like, I stuck my foot out also all nonchalant like and she fell. Poor girl got moldy lasagna all over her pink Care Bears T-shirt that juxtaposed so nicely with her edgy black nail polish. Aw.

The banshees shrieked with delight and Duncan rolled his eyes at me, but Jason Bates, ever the bleeding heart, frowned and began to help her up.

"Dude…" he mumbled my way and turned to smile at her. "You okay?"

"Mhhm," she replied, smiling back and dusting herself off. "But I guess I'm going hungry."

"Hey you're welcome to some of my rotting lunch if—"

"I don't want to interrupt the Joanie loves Chachie moment or anything but a word of caution, Veronica. You really should watch where you're going."

"You know what I like about you, Logan?" she retorted, cocking her head to the side.

"My wit, my charm, my boots?" I said, indicating to the foot she tripped on. "The way I sip my tea… ah, my boyish good looks!"

"Your consistency… you know, as the villain in my life."

She walked off and Jason Bates grabbed his books and a handful of napkins and followed her.

"Sorry ladies," I shrugged "Looks like Golden Boy has a crush on Veronica Mars."

"Looks like a lot of people are crushing on Veronica Mars these days," Duncan noted, biting into his egg roll.

Madison Sinclair looked confused and asked what he meant. Duncan simply shrugged and took another bite.

Every Friday this month we're given Library time to research the reference books for the heinous Hemingway research paper.

There she was alone at a table working on her bibliography cards when I plopped down by her with a tug of a pigtail. Honestly, who does their hair in pigtails anymore?

"So Veronica Mars, my bestest friend; the prettiest girl in the whole wide world…"

"So Logan Echolls, my favorite psychotic jackass, the most cretinous and irritiating guy in whole wide world…"

"Someone's been preparing for the SATs."

"Someone's been eating glue."

"I eat crayons, I'll have you know," I replied and flashed her my best nice guy smile. "So you're in my Pre-Calc class…"

"Oh nothing gets by you."

"And being the diligent, Suzie Highschool that you are, I'm assuming you did the homework due next period…"

"Well, you assume correctly, yet you still make an ass out of you."

"So can I borrow the homework?"

"This is Honors English, Logan. May you borrow the homework?"

"Yeah, whatever."

She quirked an eyebrow and smiled expectantly.

"May I?"

"What?"

I scoffed and shook my head at the pesky blonde one. "May I borrow the homework?"

"Uumm, no."

"Logan, Veronica! Hey guys…"

Jason Bates.

"This is weird, Logan. We have, like, identical schedules. For some reason I didn't think you were the studious type…"

Was that a dig?

"Oh, he's not," Veronica spoke for me. "He just has a way of weaseling his way into honors classes."

Okay. That was a dig.

"And someday into her panties. I'll excuse the two of you."

And I left them to an awkward silence and walked toward the reference shelf.

"Subtext is not your forte, buddy," I greeted Duncan as he shoved his French book into his bag.

"And forming a normal sentence isn't yours," he zipped up his bag and slung it on his shoulder. "Incidentally, what the hell are you talking about?"

"The little thing you let slip by at lunch. About you having a thing for Veronica—and just a refresher dude, that's not cool in California. I mean, I know she might not be your sister but she—"

"DUDE!" he hissed, punching me on the arm. "First of all, remind me the next time I'm about to disclose something, to just not do it cuz you'll run your idiot mouth off in school."

"And second of all?"

"And second of all, I wasn't talking about me. I was talking about you, dumbass."