Surfing Lessons

See chapter one for rating & disclaimer.

Summary: The best way to forget about your own problems? DiVe into someone else's.

A.N: Ok, now a little bit of Veronica's POV. Our favourite girl is full of remorse about her harsh revelation to Dick…

A.N2: Thanks to the ever motivating reviewers. You both guys made my day ^^

Chapter two: Tell me more, drunk guy.

Alright. Now, she felt awful. Breaking the news like she'd done to Dick had only been a mean of defence against his verbal assault toward her. However, even if the guy was a major jerk most of the time, a total womanizer and a striking opposite image of what she value the most in someone, he still was somewhat of a friend.

'An old acquaintance, really', Veronica tried to convince herself as the guilt hit full force at his retreating back. 'And a completely devoid of moral acquaintance, at that', she added, forcing the bad feeling away. He shot her a warning look over his shoulder; a look that said "don't mess with me, Mars."

She was getting lots of those lately.

She sighed and saw him turned back his attention to the redhead trapped beneath his arm –not that the girl seemed to mind being this close to him. Gross.

She glanced around and her eyes felt upon his forgotten coffee cup on the bench beside her. She took the Styrofoam cup and looked down at the remaining of the dark –like her mood- liquid with distaste.

Although the disgust wasn't for the cooling beverage nor what it for its previous owner; it was for her own pitiful existence. She was feeling bad about her life in general theses days. She had broken things up for good with Logan over his betrayal with Madison. She was trying to put the harsh reality behind, concentrating on her studies and side jobs but really, she felt like sulking alone in a corner for the next month or so.

Why couldn't life give her a moment of rest from time to time? She knew she was a magnet for trouble in general; her line of work made sure of that; but life also had its own way to slap her in the face when she less needed it.

Her best friend's death at age sixteen, her mother's downfall and departure from her life, her boyfriend breaking up with her for no apparent reason, than the discovery of likely blood ties with said ex-boyfriend, having slept with said possible brother and ex-boyfriend under the influence of drugs, finding out who'd really raped her, than going after an all brand new rapist and ending a breath away from being his next unwilling and unconscious victim, finding out about her lover cheating on her with her nemesis, were prime examples of just how much life didn't seem to like her that much.

But that was not the point at the moment; she had been a bitch to someone that shouldn't have been at the receiving end of her fury.

After some more time in which she berated herself over her not-so-smart mouthing to Dick, she stood up and put the cup in the nearest garbage can, her decision taken.

She would find Dick and present him her excuses.

But first, she'll wait some hours for him to cool down. She started to walk in the general direction of Bonnie Capistrano's dorm, thinking about a way of finding more about the girl mysterious abortion.

***

Veronica braced her emotions as she entered the Pi Sigs weekly party. She'd thought that it would be the best spot to find Dick; him being angry with Logan and needing a place to crash. What better place than his welcoming frat house?

She decided that scrutinizing the place in attempt to find the tall surfer blond wasn't her best bet at finding him; the place was crowded and her petit stature made it kind of hard to find him on sight.

She grabbed a guy's shirt she vaguely recognized as a member of the Pi Sigs. The guy turned wobbly toward her, before flashing her a thousand watts smile.

"Veeeeronica," he articulated drunkenly, slipping his heavy arm over her shoulders. "What can I do for you, girl?"

Ok, so he seemed to remember her. It wasn't really surprising; she did help his fraternity to be clear out in the Hearst rapist affair some months earlier. This could make her whole search party much easier. "Hey, have you seen Dick around tonight?"

Drunk guy scrunched his nose in reflection for a few seconds than nodded with enthusiasm: "Yeah, definitely! I saw him somewhere in the living room."

"Thanks," she was already heading in the direction of the living room.

"Anytime, beautiful," she heard drunk guy reply and couldn't help but roll her eyes at the comment. Men.

The first thing she noticed when her eyes caught his figure was that he was hiding from her, avoiding her like a five years old boy. Really, that shouldn't impress her that much; Dick had been acting in a childlike behaviour since he'd been born.

He was the kind of person that took the coward way; nearly drinking himself to ethylic coma to forget that his brother was a suicidal assassin, or hitting on every female in sight to carry on with his lonesome life.

She shook her head at his antics; telling him how sorry she was may be harder that she'd first thought it would.

To be continued...

A.N3: Pleaaaase… Make this story worth it and give some of your impressions… It would really help my muse ^^