So I dressed as Lilly suggested. Black mini skirt with pink pleating. I loved that skirt. It's really too bad it got ruined the first time I wore it. Pink and black baby tee. Pink clips in my hair and black runners with pink racing stripes, and ankle socks. I was smoking hot.
I drove myself to school again. After what happened at lunch that day it was a damn good thing I had.
The plan was going great. Logan had been glaring daggers at me all day. I really wanted to bang my head against a locker. He was going to end up thinking I was a nut case. Or worse, just like Lilly, playing with his feelings and then running cold on him.
Why had I thought this was a good idea? Oh that's right! Lilly convinced me it was!
I made it all the way through the first half of the day. Dick had pinched my butt sometime during second period. I had the bruise to prove it. All I had to do was make it through lunch and the rest of the day and I'd be home free.
Sitting down beside Lilly I smiled gratefully when she slid closer to me. Dick still managed to sit on the other side. Sliding his hand up my bare thigh. "So Mars. You been taking lessons from Lilly?" Dick smirked and I wanted to do something. Anything to knock that smirk off his face.
"Nope. Logan actually." I paused as Logan's eyes shot towards me. I smiled slightly before casually knocking my drink into Dick's lap. "You're sitting in the wet spot. Learn to control yourself Dick." I smirked as Dick let out a loud gasp. The ice cold contents of my soda can drip from his crotch.
"That's it, Mars you…" Dick trailed off as Logan slowly stood up.
"What Dick. You gonna confess how you drugged her the night of Shelly's party? A little confession is good for the soul." Logan met my eyes and I could see the apology there. Well at least now I knew why I'd slept with him. It wasn't the alcohol after all.
My eyes flew to Dick as he flushed bright red.
"C'mon Dick," I emphasized the D making it sound like two separate words, "be a man!" My voice was ice cold and harsh, I'd never heard myself sound like that. "Or is that pretty much the only way you get chicks these days? Drugging them?" I arched an eyebrow but managed to maintain my cool.
Super strength Veronica Mars, that's me.
Dick spluttered a few times before backing slowly away. What a coward, running towards the parking lot before anyone could stop him. I'm surprised he'd forgotten it wasn't the 09ers he had to be frightened of. Daddy's the Sheriff and carries an awfully big gun.
The table was deathly silent as I closed my eyes. I didn't want to look at anyone. Nope, not me. I keep forgetting that never works.
"C'mon Veronica. We need to talk." I just knew Logan had his hand out, waiting for me to take it. I still wasn't going to open my eyes.
I slowly stood and he grabbed my hand, leading me blindly through the quad. Leading me somewhere other than here. That was good. Anywhere other than here was good.
We'd headed towards the parking lot. I didn't even think about the fact that Dick had headed in the same direction. Didn't think about the consequences of following. Logan had my hand and I knew everything was going to be fine.
Sometimes things actually manage to turn out the way I want them too, and sometimes Logan takes matters into his own hands and makes them turn out the way HE wants them too.
I stumbled along behind Logan, barely able to keep up with his long strides. I heard Dick cursing and my eyes popped open. I tugged on Logan's hand but it didn't even slow him down.
"Logan no. I don't. Just, no. I don't want to play nice with Dick. Just STOP!" I finally yelled as I tugged my hand out of his. There was no way I was apologizing to Dick for what I'd done. Not after what I'd found out. And if Logan wanted to beat him up in the parking lot I wanted no part of that either.
"What?" Logan looked genuinely confused as he finally stopped.
"I don't want to see Dick." I know my voice sounded petulant, but I couldn't help it. I stomped my foot for good measure.
"Mine? Or Dick in general?" Logan smirked down at me as he continued to pull me through the parking lot, in the opposite direction Dick was cursing in. Logan was pulling me towards the Xterra. Not towards Dick.
I was stunned momentarily speechless, that was the only excuse I could come up with for why I let Logan push me into the backseat of the Xterra. Stunned, that was it. I was even more stunned when his lips landed on mine.
I really wish I could remember kissing him before. Did we kiss? Was it like this? Hot, messy, hard? I couldn't help but let out a gasp as his tongue slid slowly across my lower lip, giving him access to delve inside.
I was laying back against the seat with Logan over me, kissing me absolutely breathless. I'm not sure how we got in this position. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held on for dear life. He was going to swallow me whole if we kept up at this pace.
"Logan," I moaned into his mouth, clutching at his shoulders, pushing, pulling him closer, grasping reflexively, I wasn't sure what to do with my hands.
He moved away from my mouth, moving down my neck with gentle sucking kisses, causing me to throw my head back. God he felt good. Duncan had never…
I stopped clutching at Logan. Duncan… what must Logan think of me if we were here now, in this… after Shelly's he must think I'm…
"Stop thinking Veronica." Logan mumbled into the skin of my bare stomach, hands sliding under my skirt, and I didn't have any choice.
My panties were down around one ankle before I realised what he was doing, my skirt pushed up around my hips and he was moving lower. Hot tongue sliding against my…
"LOGAN!" I gasped loudly as his tongue slid against my clit. Duncan had never, I'd never, at least I don't remember doing this before.
He touched me with easy familiarity, fingers sliding against my outer lips, sliding in, and I'm lost. One finger sliding in and out as his tongue swirled around my clit, lips sucking on it, and I'm flying higher. Higher, and I can feel… something.
I thrust my hips once and groan in humiliation. I can't stop myself from moving, can't stop myself from thrusting against his fingers, against his mouth, and it's almost there. I'm trembling against him, and I want. Just want.
"Let go Veronica. C'mon, just ride it out…" his breath is hot against me, teasing me, as he sucks harder on my clit, and I'm flying.
Shattering in the space of seconds. My hips fly up towards him, beyond my control and I hear a loud ripping sound. My eyes fly open sightlessly as I struggle to breathe.
He's lapping at me, gently easing me down as my hips return to the seat. My hands are in his hair, clutching hard as I ride his face. OH god I'm riding his face.
I flush brightly in humiliation as I realise what just happened. I had an orgasm in the back seat of Logan's car. Logan's finger is still inside me.
I slowly open my eyes to stare down at him, but he's not looking at me. He's staring at my skirt. Which is now torn down the front, one part still in his hand, the other trailing forlornly down the side of the seat.
I'd torn my skirt. My panties were still around my ankle.
My day had just gone from bad to worse.
I really loved that skirt. Pity I only got to wear it once.
All in the span of a single lunch hour I'd found out I'd been drugged at Shelly Pomroy's party, stood up to Dick, and had Logan go down on me in the back of his Xterra.
What else could happen you ask? Well apparently that was only the beginning.