Chapter Fifty
The mentor-mentee relationship hadn't begun until the fall after high school graduation. Before then, Sean had been trying and failing to regain some of his social standing at Neptune High. He'd had the 09ers fooled for ages. Maybe he hadn't been Neptune royalty like the Kanes and the Echolls, but he'd at least been allowed past the velvet ropes a time or two.
Then he had lost that thanks to Veronica Mars at Logan Echolls' Christmas poker game. Oh sure, he'd managed to find a new social stratosphere to cling to several rungs down the ladder, but it wasn't the same. He'd accepted it and moved on because, well, what else was there to do? He wasn't the type to fight for what he wanted. He was a hanger-on. Always had been. Always would be.
Even now, it offended him that he was having to work this hard to cover up what was essentially that stupid bitch's error in judgment. She had wanted to make Logan jealous. She had wanted to pay him back for running off to Veronica instead of sticking with what he'd had with her. And most of all, she had wanted to set Logan up to take the fall for harming her.
She had wanted to be injured, the moronic cow. In fact, that was part of the plan. Create a diversion - or several - put the entire place into chaos and pandemonium. Then when the dust settled, Logan would see that his inattention and obsession with Veronica had caused the great Bonnie De Ville to be injured. Supposedly he would be contrite and ashamed; and if he wasn't, Carrie had said, they would make sure that it appeared that he was the one who had done the injuring himself.
Sean scoffed. He'd been more or less her publicist on the down low since she'd hit the public's eye as Bonnie De Ville. Their little group had revolved around her. Cobb's obsession. Luke's mind-numbing adoration. And his own desire to ride her coattails. She'd made sure to surround herself with an inner core who wouldn't dream of saying no to her. Of course, he thought, he himself was the only one who had seen her for what she was. The mind-numbing self-indulgent whore.
But what had he cared? He'd finally risen above digging through the refuse for a bottle full of cash. He'd made it to the big leagues and had hardly had to lift a damn finger.
When Carrie had set her sights on Logan Echolls, Sean had rolled his eyes in disdain. Then, however, he had thought of the vast amount of potential for power and influence the scenario could create. He'd immediately begun providing her with options for how to proceed, who to manipulate and who to bang to get what she wanted.
He gave a sinister smirk to his own image in the mirror as he thought of that last piece. There had been no need for her to fuck Dick Casablancas with all the other fail-safes he'd put into place. But it had amused him to see how twisted she was and watch exactly how far she was willing to go.
Things had gone so well with the setup that Sean had found himself sipping margaritas on a Mexican beach as her way of showing her gratitude for his fortuitous efforts. But then he'd gotten a call the week before the reunion. She was frantic and angry and completely beside herself as she'd told him of Veronica's return and how he'd practically turned into a simpering whiny idiot after a simple five minute chance encounter with her on the street.
He'd rolled his eyes again and told her to get over it. She'd said no and demanded that he arrange for something big to happen at the reunion. Something that would force Logan's focus back to her. And something that would bring him down if he chose to turn and walk away.
The night before the reunion, he had laid it out for her. He would provide one distraction. She would provide another. Cobb was to meet them in the southeast stairwell after starting a massive brawl. Sean had refused to get his hands dirty at first. Watching Cobb simper like an idiot when she'd directed him to put his hands on her, though, Sean hadn't been able to contain his annoyance. He'd thrown the first punch just to get it over with. Then, before he knew what he was doing, his hands were around her neck and he was choking the life out of her. It had felt good to finally make her shut up.
Now he was paying for that moment of satisfaction. Cobb was stalking him, Luke was unraveling. And thanks to that bitch, Veronica Mars, he was having to make alterations to his plans on the fly. He didn't appreciate that. Not one bit.
In fact, after having the experience of accidentally taking another's life, he couldn't help but wonder if the deliberate silencing of another whore would be just as satisfying.