I want to start out by expressing my shock to how many people hate Piz. I mean, no I don't really like anyone with Veronica but Logan but he's still a really cool character. So I'm sorry but he's sticking around for a while longer, though no, Veronica will not end up with him. As much as this is fiction, I'm trying to make things as realistic as possible and that means no getting back with Logan, for now ) But if you're patient with me, all you're wishes will come true. So without further ado...

(Lines come from episode 3x20, so obviously, I do not own them.)

"Veronica," He said again, "There's something you should know."

I waited for him to continue but he took his time, carefully calculating his words.

"There's a video of you," He finally confessed, "Dick got a hold of it somehow."

I furrowed my brows, confused, "Am I singing karaoke?"

"No," He shook his head, "It's of you and Piz having sex."

"Excuse me?" I narrowed my eyes trying to burn him with my laser vision.

"Well, I mean, you were naked and fooling around," He stepped towards me, "I assumed. And I thought you should know."

I let out an angry laugh, "That you're crazy!"

He sighs, reaching in his back pocket, producing a disc. He holds it out to me but instead I study the marks on his face.

"Why are you bruised?" When he doesn't answer I fear the worst, "What did you do?"

I snatched the disc out of his hand as he admits, "I found Piz. We sort of had it out."

Oh God, Piz.

"I knew you wouldn't let him tape you like that."

"Stop, just stop!" I pointed a warningly finger at him, "I don't know why you're involved with this or what the hell is on this thing, but it's not gonna be me. Piz would never-"

I stopped. I couldn't finish the sentence. Could he have taped me? Us? This could not be happening, "You need to go."

"I was trying to help," He said defensively. Then his eyes changed into something else, "Pregnant, Veronica?"

My heart surely stopped, "Leaving would be helpful."

His eyes were full of sadness, maybe disappointment with a hint of jealousy. I didn't want to cry in front of him. He didn't deserve that satisfaction. And he obeyed me, leaving me alone in the office.

Immediately after he left, I scrambled to my laptop. I had to see what was on the disc. I covered my mouth with my hand in horror as I watched myself on the screen doing a pep squad-like routine. I remembered it in my mind as clearly as I was seeing it on the screen. I shut my laptop, shoving it in my bag. I needed answers.

I banged on Piz and Wallace's dorm room door. My throat was closing up as no one answered.

"Slowly, bro," I heard the familiar voice from down the hall. I looked on in disgust at the sight. Wallace was holding up Piz who was barely recognizable from the bruises and cuts on his face, "You got to take it slow."

"How does walking make my ribs hurt?" Piz clutched his midriff as they made their way, slowly, down the hallway. Piz finally notices me standing silently in front of his door on the brink of tears, "You should see the other guy. His hands, particularly, I-I tore those things up."

"Oh God," Was all I could squeeze out. Wallace and Piz had made it to me and Wallace handed me the key to the room. He helped Piz inch slowly to his bed across the room. I picked up a bowl and washcloth from the sink and filled it with warm water. I slid carefully onto the bed next to Piz as he still clutched his ribs.

"He didn't really give me a reason," Piz recounted, "He sort of just burst into the DJ booth and started whaling on me."

"He's got bruised ribs. His eye's all jacked up," Wallace informed me as he paced back and forth.

"Not…not really helping." Piz started to shake his head but stopped as it must have been painful.

"Look, you didn't lose a fight, Piz," Wallace said angrily, "It was a drive-by, man."

"I guess," Piz thought, "He was pissed about that thing that happened at the beach?"

I cringed. The truth of the attack was so much worse.

"I think he still likes you," He turned to me with sadness in his eyes.

"He," I finally spoke, "Saw a video of us fooling around."

"Yeah, I'm on morphine," He leaned his head back against the wall, "What?"

"There's a video, taken right here in this very room, of us, Adam-and-Eve-style, getting familiar, the day I told you I was pregnant," I explained as best I could, "So, um, here's my question. Is this a thing you do that maybe you forgot to mention?"

He looked at me horrified, "Veronica!"

"Just, now, is the time to come clean."

"You really think I would do that?" He sounded hurt, emotionally this time.

"No," I felt myself tearing up again, "I-I just don't understand how it happened."

"So, there's an actual video," Piz says as if he were trying to process that information, "Well, where did Logan get it?"

Wallace walked towards the door, "I was about to go have a talk with him anyway. So maybe I can get some answers."

"Wallace," I called out warningly.

"Oh, we're having a conversation," Wallace said firmly.

I shook my head, "I'll deal with him."

I started wiping away the dried blood from Piz's face. He cringed each time I brought the clothe to his bruised face. I wanted to reach out and kiss the pain away but knowing my luck I would hurt him more than Logan already had. The three of us didn't speak as I nursed Piz's wounds but each of us was seething for our own reasons. Doing all I could to help Piz, I stood up.

"Watch him," I slung my back over my shoulder, "I'll be back."

My mind was thinking a million thoughts per second as the elevator took me up to the Presidential Suite. I was unsure of who I was more angry at: Logan for nearly killing Piz or whoever had taken and released that video. The elevator stopped and slowly the doors opened, revealing a crying Parker.

"What?" She cried stuck, face-to-face, to me, "Did he send up a flare?"

I didn't know what to do because I had no idea what was going on. Confused and concerned I stood speechless as Parker leaned in towards me.

"He's all yours, Veronica," She whispered in my ear.

"Trust me," I put up my hands defensively, "Not why I'm here."

Parker sighed and got into the elevator, "You know, it doesn't even matter anymore."

Tears were streaming down her face as she pushed the Lobby button in the elevator. Part of me wanted to go after her, comfort her but I needed to straighten things out with Logan.

Even more angry than before I banged on the suite door. It opened, revealing Dick.

"Where is he?" I pushed my way into the living room, looking around for Logan. Dick pointed me to his closed bedroom door, "Don't leave. We're having a little chat after."

Being in the room now, I was livid. Logan wasn't going to get away with anything this time. I threw open his bedroom door to find him gazing out the window. He turned to face me.

"He's having trouble breathing because of his ribs. He got five stitches over his eye," I said through a clenched jaw.

"Only five?" Logan sounded disappointed.

"You're a lunatic."

"You didn't know he was taping you?" He asked.

I was furious, "Because he didn't!"

"Oh, come on, Veronica," He shouted, "Who else would have or could have done that?"

"Here's what I know: it wasn't Piz," I shook my head, "And it could not be less of your business."

"Aren't we trying to be friends?" He took a few steps towards me, "As your friend, I was angry at what happened to you. Someone's always supposed to pay, right? Isn't that the rule we live by?"

"We tried to be friends, and it didn't work," My voice cracked as I continued, "This is the moment, Logan, right now, where it's just done. You're out of my life forever."

I left him there, hoping my words would linger behind as I slammed the doors to his room. I knew that he would never be out of my life but I had other things to take care of.

"Dick," I yelled through the suite, "Get out here!"

He appeared in the doorway of his room, "What's up, V?"

"If you had to bet?" I placed my hands on my hips.

"Look, from a guy's perspective, the video just made your stock go up. You looked great. Enthusiasm — always a plus-- but the whole, you're eggo is preggo, not helping…"

"It's like you're this giant jackass piñata begging for someone to beat the candy out of you," Dick didn't disagree with me, "Where'd you get the video?"

"Someone emailed it to me," He shrugged it off.

"Who?" And when Dick shrugged again I demanded, "Get your computer."

"I probably deleted -"

"After all these years, do you not instinctively fear me?" I narrowed my eyes at him, "Maybe you should write yourself a note."

He pushes past me and motions toward the computer on the couch. Pulling up his email I located the one in which my internet performance was contained.

"Chip Diller." I turned to Dick, "You didn't know it was from Chip?"

Dick points defensively at the screen, "Well, see how many emails I get?"

Taking a closer notice to the page, "You forwarded it to you whole address book?"

"It was instinct. I always forward porn," He wiggled his eyebrows, "When its good."

"You are going to be so popular in Hell."

Before I could get back to Piz I had to track down Chip Diller. It was his turn to get a piece of my mind. But of course it would never be that easy as I heard Weevil calling out my name as I stomped across the campus.

"I'm a little busy." I called over my shoulder not stopping.

"Yeah," He voice was smug, "That figures."

I couldn't help but stop. Of course he had seen it to. Thanks to Dick the whole school had already seen it too, "Can you shiv me, please?"

"I didn't see the whole thing, alright?" He admitted, now having my attention.

"Seriously," I looked on with pleading eyes, "Just bash me in the head with your boot or something."

"I don't know what you plan on doing, but I'm offering my help," I was remembering why we were friends, "Whatever you need, I'm in."

"There's a good chance I'm going to take you up on that," I said as I hurried on to the cafeteria.

Walking into the cafeteria, I got the response I had expected. There were whispers and stares as I tried to locate my target.

"And I'm back in high school. Goody," I said, spotting Chip. I approached his table, "Chip. Moment of your time?"

"I'm in the middle of something," He looked up from his slice of pizza.

"It's a cluster of morons. Don't worry. They'll let you back in."

Chip chuckled, "You know what I like about you? You got spirit."

This jab at my performance did not go unnoticed by his friends as they chuckled along with him, "I want to talk to you."

"That's what you're doing."

I smiled sweetly, "Could you put your head up your ass before they stuck the egg in there, or is this new?"

"What do you want?" Chip asks shooting a warning glance at his snickering minions.

"Who sent you that video?"

"Don't know," He smiled now, "Don't care."

I leaned over the table, cuing into his face, "You don't care now. But holy crap, are you gonna care when I start to get my revenge on. You'll be doing all sorts of caring."

I turned to leave, counting the seconds that it took him to follow me.

"Hey Veronica!" Chip jogged to catch up with me as I stormed out of the cafeteria, "Wait up!"

I didn't say a word but I turned to face him. I was unamused and I let my face show it.

"Dominick Desante," He finally spoke, "That's the guy who sent me the email."

I turned, without another word, and began walking down the hallway again.

"So we're cool, right?" Chip called after me, "Right? Everything's cool?"

I smiled, content that I left him squirming. In no way or form was everything cool until I got to the bottom of this.

Tracking down Dominick Desante was easy. His overdue library book on Karma Sutra allowed me to access his information to collect on his debt. And boy was he going to pay.

I knocked on the door, reading all of the messages on his whiteboard. Finally the door swung open. He recognized me immediately and his lips turned into an obnoxious smile.

"Dominick?" I had never met him before despite the popularity of his whiteboard.

"Yeah?" He looked me up and down biting his bottom lip.

I shook my head, "Where did you get that video of me?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Apparently he didn't know much about me either because he would've tried to lie a little better if he had.

"Your pubescent snickering tells me differently." I smiled coyly back.

"Someone sent it to me."

"You should tell me who. Or I can assume that it originated from you."

He resumed looking me up and down, "You can assume whatever position you'd like. At least until you start to show."

"I'm thinking choke hold, you gasping for your last breath."

"Shh, shh, shh, sweetheart, sweetheart. You are so much hotter with the sound off," He presses an index finger to his lips.

"You'll really be better off giving me that name," I figured I'd give him one last chance before I took it to the next level.

"Yeah. Well, I guess I need to go quiver in fear now," He began to shut the door in my face, "So, see ya."

I stuck my foot in before the door could close while simultaneously pulling out my trusty tazor, "Okay then. Anxious to find out how far I'll go? Or are you ready to give me that name?"

I let it spark up in his face and watched as he eyed the electricity jump between the metal prongs, "It was this guy, Gory, all right? Gory Sorokin."

Smiling, I dropped my weapon in my bag.

"But seriously, you cannot tell him that I told you."

Again, I left another boy quivering in fear as I left with the information that I wanted.

I was getting frustrated with people not answering their doors in a timely manner. I stuck a piece of gum in my mouth as I waited impatiently for Gory to answer. With no luck I turned to leave only to be passed by a guy clad in only flip flops and a towel. Luckily he was entering Gory's room.

"Are you Gory?"

"Who wants to know?" He paused at the door.

"Well, seeing as I'm the one asking, I'm guessing me." I chewed my gum obnoxiously.

"You do have nice pom-poms. I'll give you that," He walked into his room, "Are you coming in or what?"

I took a deep breath, bracing myself for this one as I stepped into the room behind him.

"You're shorter in person."

It was time to get down to business, "Are you the one who planted the camera?"

"Does it really matter? What do you think you can do about that?"

I leaned against his bookcase, crossing my arms in front of my chest, "Obviously you don't know who I am. I can make your life hell."

"I don't think you can," He dropped his towel, exposing his package to me, "If you have proof that I'm involved in some way, maybe you should get a lawyer. If you don't, maybe you should just stay and have a drink."

I looked him straight in the eyes, "Yeah. I'm definitely gonna need a drink. Perhaps twelve. I don't know, how many does it usually take for a girl to find you not gross?"

I had obviously found my culprit. Now it was time for payback. With his attention on his little, and I mean little friend, I was able to stick a bug on his bookcase.

One more chapter following the show and then I'm on my own. Hope you all like where this is going. Let me just say that the end of this is getting me all excited so you might want to stick around until then.