Chapter 6 — Veronica's P.O.V.
Thursday, the guy's going all Incredible Hulk on my innocent bystander of a car and by Saturday I'm trying to share pleasantries over lunch with him.
Well, kids. I guess the Apocalypse is starting up a little earlier than scheduled.
I could already hear the screeching of people being slaughtered. Oh no, that's just the sound of his voice.
"Veronica, get in the car," Logan commanded from his obnoxious canary of a car as he strolled by me. I'd already called Wallace but there was no answer so I started off for the nearest bus stop.
"No."
"Come on, get in the car." A car honked behind him but he ignored it.
"Nuh-uh."
"What are you gonna, walk home?"
"Well from what I hear, I'm quite familiar with walking the streets."
"I'm sorry about the lewd and suggestive comments I may have made about you in the past," he deadpanned. "Now just get in the damn car."
I paused to raise a finger to my mouth and considered his offer. "Uummm, no."
The car behind the X-Terra abruptly swerved around him and zoomed by with the word "Asshole!" lingering behind it.
"Aw. You made a new friend."
"Veronica, please. If my dad finds out I just left you here, you know I'm gonna be in trouble," he said pleadingly and I found myself halting in my step and turning to him.
"Well, according to you Logan, I don't know anything about you."
He sighed in frustration, "Look, sorry I snapped. But I know what your little P.I. brain was whirring up and trust me you're exaggerating. I'm just afraid I'll lose this car."
Okay. Maybe my Nancy Drew instincts were a tad bit into overdrive. I guess.
But still, a girl has nothing to go on but her instincts.
"And I should be so worried that you'll lose your car?"
"Well, I'll be mighty miffed if I lose this car twice in one week. And you know how I get all Incredible Hulk when I'm miffed."
Yeah, no kidding.
Just when I was considering getting in the car, my phone rang. "Hello?"
"Uh, hi," greeted Wallace. "Someone called here?"
"Uh, hey, Wallace. It's Veronica Mars. From—"
"I remember who you are, Veronica," he chuckled on the other end of the phone. "What do you need?"
"Well, Wallace. Buddy, friend, comrade, homeboy…" I catch Logan smirk from the corner of my eye. "I was wondering if I could call in that favor…"
"Sure."
"I'm a little bit stranded outside Neptune. Corner of Spade and Holmes…"
"Uhuh. And you need a ride?"
"Dude, I'm working on a friendship bracelet as we speak."
"I would like a blue and purple one. And it should be done by the time I get there."
"You're the shiznit!" I tell him before hanging up the phone.
"Okay, Logan. You're off the hook. My ride should be here in about a half an hour."
He just looked at me blankly while more cars drove around him, honking and shouting out profanities.
"Shoo, boy. You're causing a disturbance."
He shook his head and turned to face the road, starting up his car. And as the tinted window slowly rolled up I heard a dejected, "Goodbye, Veronica Mars."
Logan's P.O.V.
Jason Bates loves dogs, French food, and the O.C. As he tells it, it's his guilty pleasure. Jason Bates likes pineapple on his pizza, playing tennis, and listens to Coldplay.
What a queer.
But more and more it seems Jason Bates is leaving his own little fan club at the 09er table progressively earlier to make polite conversation with one, Veronica Mars. By Friday, he didn't even stop by our table.
Hm. I do believe there's a development. And as usual it's not in her bra.
"Okay, so we're stuck here with stale pineapple on our pizza and he's off chatting her up?" Madison observed "What the fuck?"
"Perhaps some investigation is in order," I replied, getting up and heading to the corner table where Veronica was laughing at whatever witty anecdote Jason Bates just shared. Dick, ever the loyal lapdog, followed.
As I neared the table I framed the wholesome image in the square formed by my thumbs and index fingers. "Kuchunck!" I imitated the noise of a camera flash.
"I call it, 'Skank From Wrong Side of The Tracks'."
She smirked and mimicked me. "I call it, 'Boy with Small-Penis Complex'."
"Ha, ha, ha," I seat myself between them. "Aren't you cute?"
"Thanks, I exfoliate weekly."
"So uh… I came to extend an invite to you, Jason Bates. I'm hosting a little get-together tomorrow night…"
"Yeah, uh… Shelley told me about it," he smiled and gestured towards Veronica. "I was just inviting Veronica to go with me…"
"And I was just telling him that I'd rather tap dance on an anthill."
"Well you're welcome to share your tap-dancing skills with us tomorrow night, Mizz Mars. My father's beach house."
"The one that's being renovated?" her forehead compressed into tiny wrinkles.
"I don't know if I should be flattered or creeped out that you make it a point to know all about me…"
"Logan, you're just gonna get yourself in trouble…" she warned.
"Lucky that my daddy loves me, then," I retorted, closing the subject and retrieving a pack of M&M's from my pocket and offering them to her. "M&M's?"
"I was advised long ago not to take candy from strangers."
I clutched my chest in mock horror, "Ouch, Veronica. I have feelings too, you know."
"That's nice."
"In a way I'm a lot like an M&M… tough, hard exterior, but gooey on the inside," I smirked and raised my eyebrows at her. "Plus I'll melt in your mouth not your hands…. Well actually, it all depends on what you're doing…"
"From what I hear, you tend to melt right out of the package…" she grinned, rolling her eyes. "Denying a girl all the pleasure chocolate is supposed to provide."
"Why are we talking about M&M's so much?" Dick asked, squinting in confusion as he stood behind me.
I shook my head and got up, "So I'll be seeing you both tomorrow?"
Jason nodded and turned to Veronica who sighed and mumbled a "Sure."
"Oooh boy, do I have a journal entry for tonight!" I added before heading back to the 09er table.
