Veronica was working in her father's office with Daisy the rest of the weekend, and the previous evening they had actually done their own stake out at the Camelott Motel snapping pictures of Oliver Ravendale, Tech App Mogul who as it turned out was not screwing his personal secretary Imogen Somerhalder under the nose of his very suspicious wife Kelly, he was actually spending the evening with her brother.

People were screwed up.

"So he took you to a cooking class?" Daisy asked as she passed Veronica the box of potato chips.

"Yep" Veronica smiled.

"That's cute… I can't remember the last time a guy cooked for me" Daisy complained. "What did you guys end up making?"

Not sweet sweet love…

"Italian.. it's my favourite" Veronica told her.

It had been perfect.

"That's where he has an advantage… sneaky" Daisy replied.

"Sneaky how?" Veronica asked.

"Well he knows everything about you…" she explained.

"Yeah… I guess he does…" Veronica replied before she took snaps of the two men kissing goodbye before they got into their cars. "Got the money shot"

"Alright… let's get you home before you turn into a Pumpkin" Daisy told her as she started the engine.

"Should I be worried that Logan has this big advantage?" Veronica asked before she got out of the car at her apartments.

"Nope.. from what you have told me… this guy is besotted" Daisy smiled. "They don't go to all that kind of effort unless they really like you"

Dear Diary,

How can you really tell if the hot guy who keeps kissing you really likes you? Stupid brain…

I finally got the chance to talk to Daisy about Abel Koontz… seems we both agree that a man on death row would have no need for a large sum of money unless he's leaving it behind for someone.

I'm going to run his financials… see if he had any debts and go to the City Births, Deaths and Marriage Registry… see if Abel Koontz has any family members. It's the only reason I could see that someone would put themselves in this position. Like I said… people are screwed up.

Lethal injection is a horrible way to go… why would a man.. even a poor man be willing to throw his life away? Unless… his life is already slipping away. I need to get a hold of his medical records… I need to find a way to hack into the prison medical database.

Good thing I happen to know Neptune High Schools very own rebel Hacktivist… I wonder how Mac feels about doing some recreational sleuthing?

I'm waiting on the press footage of the Abel Koontz arrest and the press interviews he gave from behind bars three months ago when they were talking to him about refusing his public defenders advice about making his appeals.

I really want to talk to dad about this, but there's not enough evidence yet and I am onto something.. I can feel it.

Logan had tried his best to play it cool and give Veronica the rest of the weekend to herself, he was driving himself crazy just thinking about her lips, of her petite body against his masculine chest as they had huddled together under the stars beside that fire. He felt like a drug addict, he wanted to be there again.

"Ms James?" Logan said politely as he knocked on her door.

"Logan.. welcome, come on in" she smiled.

"I'm not really here for a session… I just came to give you this" he smiled as he handed her a small potted plant.

"A White Dendrobium Orchid" she gasped in surprise. "I used to have one of these in my office when I was a TA in college" she told him as she picked up the small plant.

"It's just to say thanks… for all your help… and to brighten the place up a bit" he said shyly.

"I take it things are better between you and Veronica?" Ms James enquired gently.

"Yeah… we are going to Homecoming on Friday" he smiled happily before he turned and left the room.

"Dude you have to check this out…" Dick told him as he pulled up his phone and showed him a video of a surfer throwing his board and a baited fishing line off a bridge in Australia to snare a shark and jumping over into the water.

"That guy is crazy!" Logan laughed.

"There's this guy was going to try this out on Ocean Beach Pier in San Diego this weekend… we should go and check it out!" Dick exclaimed.

"It's Homecoming Friday man" Logan reminded him.

"So? Your folks aren't home" Dick laughed.

"Yeah… but I'm going" he smiled before he turned around and picked his chemistry notebook out of his locker.

"But you don't have a tux.." Dick said confused. "Or a date…." he called after him.

Logan said nothing, he just grinned before he turned and headed off to his next class.

"Hummingbird Creations, how can we help?" the florist shop assistant answered.

"Hi… could I custom order a corsage for pick up on Friday morning please?" Logan asked as he looked over at Veronica as she chatted with Wallace at her usual lunch table.

"Sure… do you want to use our app and we can deliver it to you when it's complete?" she answered politely.

"That sounds perfect" he smiled as she glanced over at him, a small smile spreading over her lips and he felt his heart skip a beat…

That's called arrhythmia… she's going to be the death of you…

He just had to go and get fitted for that tux after school tonight, that shy way she looked away from him and the colour creeping into her cheeks made his heart flutter… he wasn't done falling.

"You didn't come have lunch with us.. is everything Okay?" Pam asked.

"Yeah… everythings fine" he answered as he completed his order and put his phone back into his pocket.

"So… Caitlin said it's alright if you want to ask her to Homecoming" Kimmy told him as the two girls stood in almost identical outfits. Suddenly the two of them reminded them from the minor characters in Mean Girls, they were plastic… and empty… how hadn't he seen it before?

"I'm already going with someone… but tell Caitlin I said Hi" Logan smiled contentedly before he left them gaping at him and walked away.

"Did you two cook up some love potion or something in that class?" Wallace complained as he caught Veronica staring at Logan. Again. "I'm trying to eat my lunch… all these moon eyes is making me nauseous" he scolded.

"Like the ones you have been giving Meg all morning?" Veronica teased, she had seen the way Wallace had been sneaking glimpses at the blond cheerleader as she stood in the small booth by the entrance to the food court and sold the boxes of cakes and spirit boxes that the student council had made the previous week.

"I have a twinkle… the girl is fine… you have a whole inferno going in there" Wallace told her simply.

"Her dress is chiffon pink by the way" Veronica smiled as she picked up a French fry and skimmed through the copy of the permanent file for Weevil Navarro he had gotten for her that morning.

"Meaning?" he asked as his brows furrowed.

"Meaning it's a white rose corsage" she explained.

"See? This is why I keep you around Supafly" he joked.