AN: Thanks for the reviews guys. Oh and thanks for the help SpikesDreamer and smilefortina -) This chapter is kind of short but I'll try to update soon. Tonight or tomorrow with more L/V interaction coming up. Hope you like.
Chapter 3
"Dude, are you cracked! The girl's the very bane of my existence. And that's really saying something man cuz I got plenty of banes—I've got banes up the wazoo!"
"Relax, man. I'm just messin' with you."
"Really?"
"No."
"Okay, you're nuts," I told Duncan and started heading towards my locker while the hallways were emptying and people were heading home.
"Look, man. It's all right with me if you are…" he said, following me.
"I'm sorry, did I happen to traipse into the Twilight Zone sometime after 6th period today? Do you not remember what this girl's done to us?"
"No I don't, what—"
"Her father accused yours of murdering your sister, for starters? My girlfriend! Or did you forget that while you were playing matchmaker?"
"Hey, I don't want you to like her. Actually my life would be a lot easier if she'd just evaporate or something but seeing as that's not gonna happen, maybe you could get over your little crush and stop picking on her."
I turned the dial on my locker. "What it makes you feel guilty?"
"To be honest, yeah," he shrugged, furrowing his brow "She was our friend once, Logan. Things got messed up but I don't know how to deal with them either… I just don't want to have to be responsible for making her miserable. So if you're doing this on my account, don't."
I opened my locker to find an envelope shoved in there and found my credit card inside it.
What an ungrateful little…
"Look, Logan—"
"I'm not doing this on your account, Duncan. Rest easy, I gotta go."
I started to walk down the hall and he just shrugged and headed towards the main doors.
(—)
Veronica Mars stood bent over, her perky little ass in the air as she tried to shove the Pre-calc textbook into her messenger bag, grunting with the effort.
"Tell me. Is it hard on your back spending so much of your life in that position?"
She gave a startled little squeal and shot straight up, her cheeks flushed. "Is it hard—"
"Oh why yes it is. But then it always is when I'm around you."
Tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, she sighed and scowled at me.
"Go ahead. You were about to say something clever," I offered.
"No. Never mind. You ruined it. Much like the rest of my life."
"Well on that note," I raised my hand with the card wedged in between two fingers. "I was wondering if I could see the push up bra I bought you… is it pink like I requested?"
She rolled her eyes. "I didn't use your card, Logan. You know I didn't."
"Yeah, I do. And I was just wondering why."
She replied with a scoff, and turned to try to fit her book in the bag again, this time standing up and declining me the pleasure of leering.
Hey, I know I don't like her, but I'm still a red-blooded American boy, after all.
"You know, pride isn't a good color on you."
Flinging her bag on her shoulder, she decided to carry the book and slammed her locker shut. "And orange isn't a good color on you."
I bunched up my sweatshirt and looked as I followed her outside. "What? This? I always thought it bought out the rosy hue in my cheeks…"
"No it brings out the asshat on your head. Oh, wait. That's just your look."
"Hey," I grabbed her arm and stuck the card in a corner pocket of her bag. "Lemme drive you home. You can't walk that far."
"Oh I'm not walking home… I'm… gonna go eat rocks… because, well, frankly that's what I'd rather be doing."
And with that she walked off.
"Ouch."
