Disclaimer: See previous chapters.

AN: Logan and Veronica, together through the school year. This story is told from Logan's POV,AU, sequel to "Kiss" and "Date".

Chapter Three

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Monday morning arrives much too soon for my liking. I roll out of bed, shower, shave and brush my teeth. In the kitchen, my parents are having coffee and scones, both reading their newspapers. I grab two pop tarts and shove them into the toaster.

"Morning honey." My mom says, looking over her newspaper and smiling at me.

"Good morning son." My dad adds, raising his mug to his mouth.

I mumble a good morning. My pop tarts jump from the toaster. They're hot to the touch. I open a cupboard and grab a plate, drop the tarts on it. I move to the fridge, grab orange juice. Another cupboard, remove a glass, pour the juice. Put the carton back.

I sit at the counter, juice and tarts before of me. I wish I had some alcohol, vodka preferably. I wolf the tarts down, gulping the juice. Ten minutes later I've finished my meal. I return to my room, grab my books and my keys. I rush back down the stairs, shout good bye and exit the home.

XxxX

"My dear Wallace, to what do I owe this wonderful surprise?" I say in a faux English accent. I arrive at my locker to find Wallace leaning beside.

"Surprise? What surprise? I'm here waiting for you so that we can go to physics together."

"Ah, Wu. If he wasn't so power hungry, I might give a damn about how fast an egg has to drop before it breaks." I smirk, enter my combination, open the locker and grab my books. I close it, place my books under my arm and face Wallace.

"Saw you at the party Friday night…for about five seconds. Where did you and your lovely lady friend run off to?" He pushes off the locker and pats his chest, right over his heart.

"A gentleman never tells."

"A lot of people have been saying that to me. I wanna join the club. How do I become a gentleman?"

"Um, ok, first, you need a heart, then a soul. So that's sets you back, twice, before you even start off. Best quit while you're ahead."

I nod my head in agreement, smirking.

"I wanna drop by Veronica's locker before class; I have a gift for her." Wallace drops his jaw. "What?" I ask.

"You may be able to join our little club after all."

We walk down the corridor, turn a corner and continue walking. A crowd has gathered at Veronica's locker. All are chatting loudly; heads bowed towards the row of lockers were Veronica's is at. Not a blond head in sight. I rush down the corridor, Wallace at my heels, and push my way through the crowd. The chattering stops.

Posted to the front and around the locker are newspaper clippings from a year ago. My rage grows. My knuckles turn white. The case of the sheriff's murdered wife. That's the cleanest headline to be seen. Others are too vile to mention. I rip the clippings, crumple them up and twist around.

"WHO posted these?" I roar, my hand twitching with anger.

"They were there when we got here." Muttered a guy with blond hair and a letterman's jacket. Caz Truman, resident roof-jump-off-er at Neptune High. And not in the bad way, or good, whichever way you wanna take it.

"And you're all still here because?" Wallace asks, his face showing the same amount of anger. The looks on both of our faces are enough to scare the observers away. I stomp across the hallway and fling the paper in the bin.

"I suddenly feel less inclined to go to class, how 'bout you?" I ask, arms at my sides, pointing straight down. I do this for fear of thrusting it into and through a wall.

"We need to go. Otherwise Veronica will be pissed off at us. After last time, I don't wanna face pissed off Veronica Mars ever again. Let's get going."

I nod my head in agreement, toss the newspapers in the trash and follow Wallace's echoing footsteps.

"Sometimes you make me doubt my actions." I say as we continue down the hall. "Damn, wait a minute. I forgot to put V's gift in her locker."

I twirl, rush back down the corridor and open her locker; thankfully she gave me her combination. I drop in a little pink box and place an envelope. I close the locker and catch Wallace up.

XxxX

Veronica's arms snake around my neck as her lips melt against mine. My hands find her hips. I steady myself, but her attacking lips push me backwards. We fall in a fluid motion onto my bed. My hands move up her back and grasp her shoulders. She gives me a kiss and then pulls back.

I breathe out and smile. I plant a kiss on her cheek.

"So, you liked my gift?"

"Logan, we've been making out for almost an hour. Isn't that a big enough clue for you?"

She sits up on my lap, her hands on my chest. She slides her fingers under my shirt. I reach up and grab a pillow, raise my head. Veronica pulls the shirt up and over my head. My hands, in the air as she finishes pulling my shirt off, are quickly placed above me. I drop my head and smile up at her. Her face is glowing.

"I give you a gift and I'm the one that ends up shirtless? So not what I intended to happen. Are we going to a new stage in our relationship already? And the S&M stage at that?" I smirk as she looks at my chest. She bites her lip before crashing hers to mine.

"Well, we were going to go all the way. She says seductively, running her tongue over her lower lip. "But someone left their bedroom door open, so making out and groping is as far as we're going tonight."

I laugh before replying. "So if I had closed the door we would be naked and half way to happy town?" She nods. "Next time, right?" She nods again and lowers her head. I catch her top lip between mine and kiss her hard. She catches my lower lip and kisses me hard. Her grip loosens on my hands. I wiggle my fingers and escape her hold. I take the bottom of her shirt in my hands and pull upwards, breaking our contact. I toss he shirt to the floor beside my own.

I look at her sitting on my lap, knees planted on either side. I sigh and smile a crooked, lazy smile. I put my hands around her and pull her close to me. Her head on my chest, her hair in face. I breathe in the smell of her hair. I kiss the top of her head and quietly say "You are so beautiful. I love you." I kiss the top of her head again. She sits up, my hands fall. She takes them in hers gently; I bring our right hands to my lips and kiss the back of her hand, looking her in the eyes. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I love you so much."

Her eyes glaze over, with lust or love, I can't distinguish. She lowers her head for the second time, breathes on my chest. The hot air and the cold air cause my nipples to harden. She flips her head, throwing her hair behind her. I groan, my mouth open. She take the advantage and slides her tongue in my mouth. In surprise, yet pleased, I stroke her back with my hands, running it up and down her spine. I stroke her tongue with my own.

"Logan, honey, dinner will be ready in five minutes." My mom calls out before entering my room. She gasps loudly, covers her eyes and turns around. "I'm so sorry. The door was open and there was no reply. I…I'll leave you two alone. Nice to see you Veronica." She walks out quickly. I drop my head onto the pillow and groan again, for a different reason entirely.

"Looks like we'll be having that dinner early. Think you can face them?"

"Sure, once my face goes back to it's normal colour and hell freezes over. Where's my top?" She asks, sliding from my body and standing at the bottom of the bed.

I reach over the side of the bed and grab both our shirts. I hand her hers and slide my own on. "Well, one outta two is ok, I can work with it. Let's go down."

"I'm suddenly not so hungry." Veronica comments as I take her hand and lead her out of my room.

"You're not alone there."

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