She had no help, left in the locker room, with her clothes in the toilet, a towel around her torso. The increase in the attempted torment if Veronica Mars had, she guessed come from the stunt she pulled on Logan. But if you asked her, they should have been even by now. So her options were limited, go through school to her car donning Chanel le towel. Hide in the locker room until the end of the day, or hope a teacher came by. Taking an exasperated breath and sitting heavily on the bench. Either way she was gonna be late, mays well get comfortable.

"Uh... V?" She straightened up, frowning. That was a familiar voice but the awkward tone was new. And this was the girls locker room.

"Weevil?" Her voice was dripping in surprise as she stood.

"Look I'm not being a perv, Miranda was out in the courtyard- damn. Can I come in?" He asked Veronica felt her eyes widen at the question and looked down at herself. Okay, so Weevil is gonna see this. The towel was shorter than she wanted for this situation.

"Is that a trick question?" She asked because she had a bad enough rep as it was. And not that she didn't trust Weevil, the last thing she needed was th PCHers babbling she was throwing herself at him too.

"Come on, V. I got clothes!" He sounded really uncomfortable and she realised he was probably concerned to be caught at the girls locker room doorway. He was a thug, sure. But she would never believe he would be that kind of guy.

"Who says I want clothes?" She teased but laughed "come in!" She immediately added.

"But I gotta say if this is a ploy to get me alone in a towel, I still got Mr Sparky" His chuckle was closer and she had to resist the urge to hug herself.

"C'mon, V. I don't need tricks to get you out of your clothes"

"Well, you're better than our wonderful peers" she fired back. Okay. Her and Weevil in an empty locker room... her in nothing but a towel. Weevil the bike gang leader, the dangerous bike gang leader. The one she may or may not have a small, teeny tiny crush on. Puny even. Which she was determined to nip in the bud, she was not his type. He flirted, sure, he gave as good as he got but that's all it was.

Veronica wasn't the self conscious type, hell she doesn't really worry they don't like her. It was just facts that Weevil wouldn't look at her seriously. But then again he was an Eighteen year old.

He had his leather jacket on, open, with his bare tattood chest and in his hand... his white vest. And a grey pair of shorts.

"The shorts are Miranda's, she had them in her car. Says they're clean enough but her top was used to clean up spilled coffee" then he picked at his vest. "This probably ain't your style but I figured it's better than the towel"

"It's perfect, you'll get suspended though" she said softly "I'm not-"

"Trust me, my grandma is gonna understand" he held the clothes out to her

"Thanks Weevil. You're..." she trailed off taking the clothing. Weevil was oddly gentlemanly given his rep and rap sheet. He came to help when she needed, the night at the poker game he'd picked up her bag, pulled out her seat... she gave a tight smile and turned to the shower cubicles. Quickly dressing she realised the vest was too big and if she wasn't careful, would slip and expose her. After being covered she walked back out to him, holding the vest up at her chest area.

"Here" he offered before stepping closer she jumped at his fingers brushing her bare shoulder as he tightened the fabric on her shoulder. She had to ignore the reaction her body had to him from simply his fingers. After he was done the risk of the vest falling too low was gone, didn't mean it wasn't a risk for some side boob to escape. But it was better than nothing.

"Thanks Weevil" she smiled genuinely he broke out in a smile and her heart pounded. This was why he was so dangerous. Weevil looked sweet, when his guard was down, he had that cute guy look. Wide, puppy dog eyes. If he decided to go the good guy route he'd still be more trouble. He had it all. The bad boy rep, the leather, the tattoos and buried underneath it was a guy who knew how to treat women. Who was loyal and protective of his people. And for whatever reason she was still yet to figure out, he'd extended a little of that to her. They walked out together, and people stared. Whether at her clearly in his vest or him walking around with his chest exposed who knew.

"Mr Nevarro the scho-" Mr Clemmons started but stopped and looked between them clearly confused.

"Yeah, yeah I get it" Weevil rolled his eyes

"Is there a reason Miss Mars is in your vest?" Clemmons asked then looked down to the bag in her hand and then giving a weary sigh. "Okay, go home, both of you" he looked to Veronica "get changed and give him back his vest" he pulled out two cards to excuse them and they stood there looking at each other in surprise.

"Wait" Weevil raised his hand "so doing good deeds does work?" He asked and Veronica laughed

"Not in my experience" They headed to the car park, ignoring the stares and whispers then she got to her car and almost lost her cool. "Bloody 09ers" she hissed glaring at her poor cars tires. All four. Again.

Her insurance was gonna start thinking she was claiming fraud or something. She pulled out her phone from her bag, she could call her Dad but didn't want to bother him. He still felt bad her life had turned upside down after he accused Jake of killing Lily and lost his job. He wasn't blind to the consequences it had on her but she liked to keep the extent from him when she could.

"Need a ride?" Weevil asked from behind her causing her to jump. She had thought he'd gone to his bike. She turned to face him, then looked behind him you the group of Bikes parked up the lot.

"Uh... I mean you only have one helmet"

"I'm good" he shrugged and before she could react he took the plastic bag from her and then her hand leading her toward the bikes. He let her go as he reached for the helmet and putting it on her head. Her stomach fluttered with nerves. She'd never been on a bike, but she'd always wondered. Once he was satisfied with the firmness of the strap he shook off his jacket before putting it over her shoulders. "It'll get cold" he explained.

"What about you?" She asked trying to refuse. "I've rode like this in the past. I'll be fine for a bit" he assured her "better you not get on the bike for the first time, unprotected and then getting so cold it risks you letting go"

"But-"

"You don't live far, right?" He asked holding the jacket firmly on her shoulders. She felt bad. Because she probably lived closer to his neighbourhood than school. No longer in her nice house and with her fancy friends. She opened the visor, hoping it'll help him hear her properly.

"I live in the motel apartments. The ones on the other side of town" she admitted and his surprise was clear. She saw him consider how well he'd do going that far, looking her over and seeming to come to a decision.

"I'm good, V. I rode up the PCH in shorts once on a colder day than this. Let's get out of here. Or are you just making excuses to keep me topless?" He teased. Sighing she rolled her eyes and text Sarah and asked her to slip into her apartment and turn the heating on, put a blanket on it and start a coffee, using the spare key hidden under the mat before putting it back in her bag and accepting the warm jacket.

It also was too big falling past her hips as he zipped it up to her neck. She picked up her bag putting it awkwardly on her shoulder thanks to the helmet. Looking at the bag of wet clothes she walked to her car and put them in the back seat before locking it again. By time she got to the bike he was on it with the kickstand still down.

"Foot here and leg on up" he told her. She did as told and was sat behind him feeling a little awkward about having to put her arms around him. But never the less, she scooted forward, the slope of the seat pushing her right against him. He seemed to be enjoying this more than she liked if his grin was anything to go by. "Come on, baby, I don't bite" he taunted

"But I might" she called through the helmet and he nodded laughing and pushing down the visor and lifting the kickstand she immediately put her arms around his waist.

She invites him in, shedding his jacket she put it over the stool moving to take the blanket off the radiator and throwing it over his shoulders. She smiled as his eyes closed looking so very happy with the warmth.

"That hits the spot" he admits and she couldn't even stop the giggle as she took the coffee from the machine pouring it in to a cup to hand to him.

"Take a seat, warm up." She told him and he didn't argue. Though he looked pretty out of place in her small apartment. She didn't dislike the view. But again she had to squash her attraction to him. Surely it was just common knowledge he was hot, that's wasn't the thing that repelled most girls. He was quiet, and she wasn't sure how to deal with it.

"So, mission accomplished. Damsel recued" she chirped coming back into the living room and held out his vest to him, the little knots at the top undone now. His Coffee was half gone and he didn't look as cold anymore but the brush of his fingers told her he was still chilly.

"It's what I do" he winked She sat next to him and waited for him to finish. "Called a tow for your car" he announced "gonna have it sent to my Uncle's"

"I think your Uncle might be sick of seeing my baby" she laughed softly.

"He is. But he ain't losing business, so he won't complain" She looked at him, watching as he took a drink of the coffee and wondered what he really thought of her. He didn't have to help her like this, and he didn't have to do more but he always did. "If you're about to ask me if I've done something shady, I beg you V, wait till I'm a normal temperature" he sniped but there wasn't any bite to it.

"As much as I'd love the gaslighting, you're great at it by the way" she smirked at him "no. I don't have you in my sights for anything... shady" He raised a brow at her and lost the fight to hold back a smile.

"Gotta be good at deflecting baby" he laughed "but to be honest sometimes, I really am innocent of what you accuse me of. So, what are you staring at me for? If not to find me guilty of something nafarious"

"Nafarious? Big word Weev" she teased but her smile fell.

"Come on, spit it out girl" he finished his coffee.

"Not that I don't enjoy our interactions. Love them in fact" she suddenly felt silly but pushed through "highlight of my days when it happens" she sighed dramatically trying to feel less awkward.

"But?"

"I guess I just wonder what you get out of it. You do your part and we're somewhat even. Then you... sometimes go a step or two further"

"I know its been a while, and your used to giving more than recieving" he snorted "but pretty sure that's what friends do" Her face fell, as her mind couldn't catch up to his words. Friends? Not allies? Not sometimes helpful?

"But I'm-"

"A risk" he nodded "at least that's what the others think. I'm not so sure" he looked to her and she stilled, holding her breath so to remain rooted as his eyes softened, peering into her and suddenly she felt rather naked. "You overlook a lot for me, even if you don't agree. And something tells me it ain't because you're worried about retaliation"

The nerves bubbled up in her chest until the laugh escaped and honestly she couldn't tell why she was so nervous. Then a cool hand was at the nape of her neck, brown eyes framed by long, dark lashes looking up to her. Searching her for something and for the first time she couldn't bring her mind to put it together and make her understand.

A soft whisper of a foreign language she usually could understand, a feather light brush of breath over her lips before a heat covered hers. It wasn't a peck, it wasn't messy. It was soft, slow and some how felt more explicit than any kiss she'd ever had before. A heat that was hotter than any she remembered with Duncan. No matter how steamy they had gotten. At least she thought so. She was quickly learning how wrong she was.

His mouth was almost commanding in the way it moved over hers, before he pulled her closer making her arch her neck to deepen the kiss. She couldn't understand how she felt so turned on while it was so calm. Was it because he was experienced? He knew what to do while her and Duncan were fumbling in the process that neither really knew?

His tongue entered her mouth and her eyes flew open at the desperate moan that left her into his mouth. She pulled back, and he let her to gasp for both air and some sort of control. Blinking at him trying to process. He never took his eyes off her, and there was something in his eyes, she'd never seen it before.

"Come on, better get back to school" his voice was thick and sounded weird but she nodded and suddenly he was gone. Pulling his vest over his head and going for his jacket. Veronica picked up her own jacket and grabbed her bag following him out and back to the bike.

Her mind buzzing with the kiss, the way he looked, the way he sounded, the way she felt. It was not how she imagined her day going, especially after the incident with her clothes and her car. Pulling on the helmet she found she couldn't remove the huge grin from her face, or the sudden excitement bubbling in her gut. Weevil just kissed her, and as stupid as it was to get her hopes up she couldn't help be happy she got a chance to experience it. Even if she didn't fully understand why he did it.

Just a small peice in my current WeeVer obsession i'm trying to kick. More one-shots and drabbles will probabmy follow shortly. I can't stop.