AN Thanks for the reviews. They make me squee. I know it's short but I'll try to update soon. Plus, I'll state whose P.O.V. it is from now on because there was some confusion. Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 4 – Veronica's P.O.V.
Used to be, Friday nights I would come home, get my homework done, turn on TGIF and chillax.
But since TGIF has gone to hell, my alternative is snapping pictures of straying husbands slinking out of their rooms at the Camelot in dingy bathrobes for a trip to the ice machine.
So I started to dig into a corner pocket of my bag for an extra roll of film and came across…
Ta. Da.
Logan's credit card. Mocking me.
What an insolent little…
And so that's how I ended up here, instead of watching my Saturday morning cartoons. Sneaking in through the Echolls front gate with the flower delivery truck that disappeared around the back.
I rang the bell and waited a few minutes for a maid or someone to come around. When in a few minutes no one did, I rang again, this time more contemptuously, and I'm pretty sure it came across in the bell, because that's when Logan's head popped out.
"Huh?" he greeted me.
"You real cute, you know that?" I scoffed.
He blinked in confusion for a few minutes. "Thanks. I exfoliate weekly."
"Uh, actually. I was talking about this," I replied, raising my hand with the credit card wedged between two fingers.
"Oh. That."
"Why do you insist on being an absolute jackass?"
"Hey, many people find that endearing about me…"
"Really? Did you know many people wanna strangle you sometimes?"
"Veronica, I'm really not in the mood for this, can we just talk on Monday?"
"No, I'm not—"
"LOGAN!" a voice boomed from inside and Logan quickly opened the door wide as his father walked up to him.
Noticing me there his face softened and Aaron Echolls smiled at me. "Veronica… haven't seen much of you lately…"
"Yeah, we were just going out to lunch," Logan threw in, looking down at his shoes. He was suddenly very pale and I didn't know what to say.
"Oh, well… I heard what this little nimrod did to your car… he has a warped sense of humor," Mr. Echolls said, lightly slapping Logan on his head. He winced and blinked a few times, still staring at his shoes. "He'll take care of it, right Logan?"
"Uh, yeah. I already told her I would," he mumbled.
"All right, well. You kids have fun."
To Logan he added, "We'll talk later."
Gingerly, Logan stepped outside and scratched his head. "So how'd you even get here?"
"Two buses and a cab… I was feeling very righteous."
He smiled and dug his hands into his pockets, "Hey I know you think the money is a big insult or whatever… but look, you gotta take it. Or it'll make the old man look bad…"
When I didn't say anything he added, "Can't have that."
"Uh, yeah… I was regretting being so damn proud anyway. There'd be a lot of work on my part to pay it off…"
"Yeah…" he scratched his head again "Uh…sorry…"
I shrugged and started taking a few steps away from the door as he followed.
"So I guess I'll drive you home. If you're not too busy eating rocks."
"I thought we were going out to lunch?"
"Why Mizz Mars… could it be you're starting to enjoy my company?"
"No… I'm just hungry. Like I said, I was far too righteously indignant this morning to eat breakfast."
"Oh kids say the darndest things…"
"So… do we call a cab or something?"
"No worries," he smirked and jingled his keys on a finger. "Got my car back."
"Already?"
"What can I say… my daddy loves me…"
