Revised chapters 1 and 2. Reordered them also and removed the premise as we move along.

Author Note: thanks for the positive feedback so far! The 'rocker' part will come into play slowly. I am going to start planting the seeds for part two, in part one. Weevil and Mac kind of spoke to me a lot in part one. I've written the basics for ch. 7, and will wait between to add stuff with a fresh eye. Just wanted to let you know that they are pretty done and will be on the way. I will also update my moonlight fic Josephs human within the next month too. Enjoy.

Destiny Rocks

Ch. 3

Talking.

Someone always had to be talking or flapping their mouths like a…BAM…Oh that asshat is slamming shit on my desk because he thinks I'm asleep again. I wish. News flash, just your average social outcast whose not worthy of your time or notice here. I guess this is the shit I get even two years after my father died. They blame me for his snapping, but I know dad and he was never man is a bad person, just too influential. LAst night, when I came home, he'd let me be. Then one of his doctor friends came over. The ones you can pay for house calls and hush hush. How the fuck am I able to reach my back and do this to myself? Serious?

I try to sit up and not wince as the sheer mother of all pains snakes down my back. Cautiously, I rub my temples feeling like everything is super loud today. He's calling my name now, and I am sure it's lined with the complete contempt he and the others feel for me. Yeah, I heard it all. It was like elevator music; not good enough to really notice, but just enough to be annoying when you realized the song they remade it and it sounded like crap. Then you spend the rest of your day reminded of the shitty version and not the good one. Yeah, same ol same ol.

Mom was a lush and slut for being involved with Mr. Goody two shoes Kane. Father too 'right on' when it came to his job. It always put the rich and sleazy on edge. I know that's what this is all about. Someday I want to stand up and yell at these bastards. Billy Joel was right, the good die young. That's because no one gives a shit about the less than perfect. Dad, hear me now, I will leave this world with a vengeance and a trail of war behind me.

I jerk upright when a book slams down on my desk again. Apparently, I must look stupid and not have felt and heard it the first time, right?

"Mars," said a voice lined with a sneer.

Veronica stiffly looked up from her desk, knuckles white as she trained her face on being passive. It had been two days, and Mac was right. She had been infected. Mentally, she began to count to ten in her head as a bead of sweat began to form at her temple. Around her, the class quietly laughed and snickered as she looked around unshaken. Her eyes landed on her math teacher, the name not coming to her. Wow, she thought and frown at herself. Maybe I am in shock. What was his name? Asshole, asshat, ass…no matter, he continued with his relentless. It was that kind of far away hearing you had before passing out. Shit, shit, she thought.

"Hello," he waved a pencil near his head causing Veronica's eyes to narrow. It whirled around indicating that she was a little koo-koo. In her mind, she saw herself stabbing a cartoon version of the teacher with said pencil. Karma, Mars, she warned herself. But hey, it was all cartoons so no one actually got hurt. Next, she swallowed harder than she would have liked, and the teacher mistook it for fear. His eyes lit up, and the nasty side of Veronica came out to play. No, he would not have the joy of such a thought, she decided. One bastard was good enough for that. Pure hatred radiated off her in waves, and the teacher didn't even notice. Everyone else did, and the snickers stopped immediately.

Oh yes, the bitch was back.

"Gee," she retorted with her own sense of distaste. "Is that all? I mean, really, that's it? You seriously have nothing better to hit me with? Even these scumbags repeat last year's lousy attempts at insults, but they sure as hell do better than you. Aren't you supposed to be like a wiz at math? Can't put two and two together for an insult? You took how many years of college and have," she counted the wall where he displayed all his degrees, "four degrees and can't figure that out? I thought we were on a first name mutual hate basis." She stood and neared him some and whispered, also looking around conspiratorially, "must be so big of you to pick on the town slob." She looked him up and down, "so easy. Really, I thought you had better insults than this." She sat back down and waited his rebuttal. out of the corner of her eye she saw Logan staring at her. Odd.

The teachers face reddened and the class also laughed. The entire class went silent, then, as for the first time in almost two years, Veronica's old self rose to the surface in full bloom. She smirked and rolled her eyes, but they stayed plastered on the teacher. His phone vibrated, and she gestured at it, "must be the one from second period." she looked around and smirked. "God there is more than one and the VD that is going to go around this school..."she blew out her mouth as if worried. "She can't wait-better call her back. Hmm, I do say," Veronica sat up straighter, "those intervals remind me of certain track races. You know where you bet on things. Obviously, you're losing." She sat back and tapped her pencil on the edge of her desk and patiently awaited his rebuttal a second time.

His only response was, "You got a mouth on you, Mars. You should keep quiet. Your daddy didn't like to keep his nose where it belong and look where that got him."

The class howled at that. "I've been told many things about my open mouth." She nodded in agreement and looked directly at Logan. "Oh the daddy card..." she paused, "that is so two years ago." Even for her, it was a cold statement, but she was desperate to get out of here. Time to get nasty, she thought and took a long breath.

The class barked like they wanted a fight. "Like that stutter you try to hide along with the low life shithead you are?"

"Veronica, I will not have those words-" He pointed at her and neared the front of the room to call the office, most likely.

"But you liked them so much…you do like the ladies of the street, don't you? And to borrow against money you don't have." She watched as he stopped cold. Yes, she thought nailing him with that statement. The truth of it was only aided by another buzz of his phone.

"Buzz buzz, you lose again." He turned on her, "what does it feel like, Sir." she sat forward looking him up and down as the students did to her. "To be nothing?"

"Vero…nica…"

She crossed her arms, eyes narrowed, "everyone hates you. All the student think you are a stupid ass prick. That's why you have the degrees on the wall, and Walmart branded pants. You can't afford to be better, so you try to roll high and bet high, only you suck at that too. Tell me: is the girl from second period good and blowing you? I bet she thinks you will take her away from all this, doesn't she? That she is the only one you've had? What do you think I am, stupid? You disgust me."

"V-Ver-ron-ica," he tried to yell. Problem was, his stutter made it difficult. The class fell silent as the truth was known. Score, she made a hell yeah face as the silence went on.

Above all else, Veronica hated using someone's weakness against them, but he was like The Man. he liked to use people. But this asshole needed to be reminded who he really was, and not who he pretended to be. If you are not humble, all bets are off, she thought.

"Don't roll the dice against me if you can't play the game. I see through you. Everything you do, everything you say, and even the way you lay your shit out. Even how you insult me," Her finger pointed at each thing she said, "I bet I know what ticks you better than you, do. Now," she stated with a drop in her tone, "get the fuck out of my face and leave me alone, or shall we continue?" She lifted a brow at his silence, "I can go all day dear Teacher. Tick tock. What will it be?"

She heard the voices behind her. She knew her life was about to change for the way she'd just taken him down a notch. Who cares, she thought. My life is over.

She expected him to be angry, but he was more put out then she predicted. Odd, she thought and stored that away for another time. Her teacher turned, tail between his legs, and walked back to the front of the class. Many students whispered, many stared, but Veronica knew better than to entertain them. He didn't call the office, and he didn't bother her or the rest of them for the hour.

Everyone was carefully quiet. Too quiet. No one expected this of her, but then they didn't know her anymore. They didn't see, they didn't help. She shrugged inwardly, rolled her temples, and looked outside at the sunny day she was missing. It had been a long time since she'd enjoyed a moment, any moment. It hurt that the freedom came from putting someone in their place, rather than the moments she used to have with people she called friends.

By third period, Mac was worried. News of Veronica's outburst traveled through the halls like a viper on prey. She couldn't help but be proud, however, she knew her friend must be in severe pain to warrant that type of explicit rampage. The bell rang, and she darted to the door careful to avoid Logan, who'd kept eying her all morning. What the living fuck, she thought. Of all the people to be watching her, it was him. He was probably planning something awful, as was per Logan and his gang of friends.

he was alone, but there was no time for him.

She missed his reaching arm and ducked, blending in with the crowd as the halls clamored with teenage bodies and drama. From behind her, she heard Dick yell 'dude' and knew Logan would be kept busy long enough for her to finish her escape. As she rounded the corner, she managed a look.

Dick was pushing him. Apparently, when he'd reached for Mac, he'd touched Madison's tits. Oh, this would be so great to watch, she thought ecstatically. As if sensing eyes on him, Logan looked up right at her confirming as much. Of course he'd never admit to reaching for Mac. She bobbed her head with a laugh and turned the corner taking the stairs two at a time. Irony at its best, Mac thought with a wildness. As she neared the cafeteria, her eyes scanned the crowd looking for her blond headed friend.

Great, more heat, Veronica thought as she slouched against the concrete wall. Wearing all black on a Neptune summer day was not the best idea. Actually, she went over the day in her head and felt peace. With her eyes to the sky, she closed them, and soaked in the rays. Her vision had gone all dizzy like by the end of last hour, and she was beyond dehydrated. Her thoughts turned sour when she realized she was still bleeding, but that it also included being unable to move. No matter what course of action she took, it would end badly.

So this was it, she thought with a sadness.

I'm not going to make it, she thought distantly. If I go home, I risk further beatings, if I don't, he'll use me and still track me down, I'll still get beaten or worse. He managed to convince people that I did this to myself-that I was some freak. Men like him didn't have dirty secrets. Try as she might, there were tears that lined her eyes. She refused to let that fucker make her cry anymore.

For the last half hour, she toyed with the necklace at her throat. Inside it was a hidden key. But it also looked like a cheap toy. This key held all the information on the missing kids and a drug ring that her foster father was in on. Perhaps snuff films too. The comment about her father earlier in the day made her strong. Mad knew what to do, so she took it off and placed it in her bag. Then she shoved the bag into the bushes where no one would see it. Mac sould put two and two together. This much she was sure of.

No one was going to get away with everything she lost. About a dozen people would go down, hundreds of cases would be solved-families would have rest. She knew going in that this was a one way ticket. Nothing had taken place that she hadn't set in motion. Of course, Veronica remembered all of this, and how she never told Mac or Weevil. It was for their own good. In the days after she'd put her parents to rest, she could think of nothing else. I've lost everything, she thought bitterly. Even my life.

Everything but vengeance. Veronica steeled herself against emotions. Just one minute, she thought, and closed her eyes. Lunch was about 35 to forty minutes. That was a nap, if nothing else. She leaned back in the shade a small distinct smile on her face. It was nice to lie to herself for once and want it to be true.

On the plus side of the last two years, she had a stash of growing money the fucker had no idea she had. That was left for the kids that did make it out of this once Veronica set it in motion. Weevil was right, time was limited. This was Neptune, and with her old Id's hidden away, she'd met quite a few people. And those people made her lots of money. Veronica was good at many thing, and she put those thing to quick use as she carried out the biggest scheme she'd ever concocted. There was a new hum on her lips, but it would die with her. She smiled and began to hum the tune anyway, even if just for a moment, to give it life before it was lost in chaos.

Dad would be proud of what you are doing, just not how you did it, she reminded herself as the darkness descended over her.

Weevel felt his phone vibrate for the fourth time in ten minutes, "WHAT?" He yelled into the phone, his thoughts scrambled as he pushed the girl on top of him off. When she tried to get on top of him again, he pushed the brunette away so he could listen to the other girl on the line yell in his ear. Mac only called for one reason. Hell, she only put up with him because of Veronica.

"Mac," he shifted and righted himself. His boner had been rock solid, but Mac had a way of making big things shrink away. Weevil wasn't sure what it was, deciding perhaps that tone in her voice could kill any man's mood. He shook himself out of his lust filled haze and tuned in. The brunette pouted and resigned herself to redressing. He pushed his lover aside again to put on his boots and cleared his voice, "Yo, slow down." His head cocked like an angry puppy, "What?" He could feel the heat rise in his face and new he was red as a devil.

A whiny voice returned, "They found her by the cafeteria. There was blood on the wall. I tried to find her; she went ape shit on some teacher in math class."

"That bastard deserved it," Weevil muttered knowing just who Mac was talking about. The guy was off the rails and owed the FitzPatrick's tons of money. That fuck hole was shitty to everyone he considered beneath him, including bikers and the not so rich or fortunate. Story was his rich mamma deserted him when she found all the porn. Ha. Everyone knew you didn't mess with that gang, though. He finished tying his shoe and stood noting that his lay was already gone. Shaking his head, he thought for a moment.

Those guys made his bikers look like the Smurfs in comparison. Word on the street was that they were hounding that same teacher for money. Dicks gotta pay up, he thought to himself. Maybe a little drop off would sooth over the tensions. Weevil considered picking up the teacher just to watch him suffer, but he wasn't about to go near the other gang's territory.

Mac yelled bringing him out of his thoughts, "There is going to be an investigation! You know what that man is capable of! Everyone at school knows she was taken in."

Slapping a hand over his face, Weevil already knew where this would go. The foster fuck would make up some stupid story, Veronica would go missing, and everything would be wiped clean. He knew Veronica too well to think she wasn't up to something.

That bitch, he thought with true pride, was meaner than any pit bull he'd seen. Fucking smarter than anyone either. She wasn't like the snobbish way of her old rich friends, but she had heart and new how to hit hard. He only hoped she had video, and he was ready to put it on YouTube and anywhere else he could.

Mac may think she was weak, but that was the image Veronica set out to give. If no one cared, no one would bother her as she did what Veronica always did. She dug in deep. The bad thing, as Weevil knew all too well, was that she was in over her head. She hadn't lived this life growing up and wouldn't know when to pull back. But she wasn't just a white girl with an airhead and nice ass. She was looked down on, and he knew all too well what that would mean once word got out. No girl would wear scars like that for the rest of her life if she just wanted to go down.

"Slow down," he said nerves worked up. Quickly, Weevil paced as Mac filled him in. Apparently, Veronica passed out during lunch, and some kids found her. She was already at the hospital. Shit, he thought and ran a hand over his head. He had to get her out of there before her foster father found her.

"She left a bag in the bushes and I'm going through it now."

Logan toyed with the cap of a beer in his hands as his best friend Duncan paced back and forth, "man would you stop that." His tone eased, "pacing isn't going to find her."

"I have to do something," Duncan, about the same age as him, flashed his blue eyes at Logan with despair. Lily had now been moved to 'missing' status. Her face was plastered all over the T.V. and hordes of photographers were outside his home waiting for some big break. That wasn't the only thing. Veronica had been taken to the hospital covered in blood. He eyed Logan, "you keep tossing the cap."

"Yeah," Logan muttered and threw it against the wall. "There. Stop pacing now."

Duncan looked down at his shaking hands. He'd been wrong about Veronica and felt the guilt of caving to his social circle. Logan showed him the video, and his guilt was riper than ever. And his Mom. He knew better than to trust her words, as she always waited in the wings to insert her brand of hell onto anyone she could. Even going so far as to push Lily and Veronica apart as friends was partly his and his mother's fault. His mother figured that they could be related for all the times dad had cheated with Mrs. Mars.

Lily loved her father, and hated their mother. When he planted evidence of their dad and Veronica's mother together, it had crushed her. He'd also been angry at the time fighting how he felt despite the taboo of possibly being in love with a sister. It seemed the easiest way to get her away and make the feelings stop.

Everyone thought the Sheriff was going after all the rick folk for no reason-sticking his nose where there was nothing. Lily took it out on Veronica and led the way to banishing her from their group. She even blamed Veronica for telling her about Logan and didn't believe that he'd kissed the other girl. After that, Lily had changed. Duncan thought to himself, maybe she felt the guilt after the accident that caused her friend to end up this way.

Veronica was alone. No one wanted to help the Mars girl thinking that the fruit didn't fall far from the tree. Veronica was known to be a little of a pain in the ass. Within a span of two weeks she'd lost me, Lily, and her life and family. He couldn't stomach the idea and braced against the wall as his lunch fought to come up. This is hell, Duncan thought to himself.

Logan muttered, "Dude, you gonna puke? The bathrooms over there."

He gave Logan another look, and he in turn looked away. Logan had shown him the video he took of her earlier that morning, but it kept replaying like a lopp in his head. He'd never seen her eyes as lifeless as he did then. He blew out a breath, "This is my fault."

Before Duncan could explain further, the news reporter came on the TV with a special "breaking News' warning. "Sorry to interrupt your local television broadcast. The body of a young blond female has been spotted in what looks to be a lake off the…"

Logan had been watching Duncan's body, and ran to catch him as he passed out. He continued to eye the TV as a helicopter showed police digging, tagging, and running caution tap at crime scene. They zoomed in to what looked like half of an exposed body.

He saw the wrist of the girl who was face down in the water. Her body swayed with the current, evidence showing she'd been there a few days. She wore one waterlogged sock, torn jean shorts and no top. That mark, it was a Chinese symbol. The same one Lily had gotten almost four months ago after they'd broken up for good. She was his drug, and he couldn't help going back for more of her. Even if she never trusted him after what Veronica said, she blamed her. He pushed Duncan onto the couch and watched the TV as if mesmerized in dread.

Then reality caught up with time, and his entire body went cold. The Chinese symbol matched the one Lily had gotten on her wrist.

He barely made it to the bathroom before he lost the contents of his stomach, the realization that Lily had been murdered, coming to a head.