A/N so I wrote this around the time I wrote Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over. It's not really connected but it has the same feel to it. This got lost in the one of the hundreds of documents I have pickled on my computer. So I just thought I'd share this and even though it's super short, I really hope you guys enjoy it.
He sees red when he looks at her. Something within him surges, he's angry and he can't sustain it when he looks at her.
She's perfectly fine with her perfectly settled books and pretty pink cardigan. She goes on with her note taking, her school work, and her life. She's moved on and he's stuck in his memories of a dead girl and the girl that couldn't care less about him.
The fire within him surges, she's alone but she looks perfectly fine. She's not lonely at all. She doesn't miss him, not even a little bit.
He hates that. He hates that he cares and she doesn't. He hates that he's surrounded by everyone and feels like the loneliest person in the world while she's sitting all by her lonesome, perfectly content.
He hates her. He hates her. He hates her. Only, he doesn't and he hates that even more.
He hadn't meant to insult her the first time; it shocks him, it shocks her. He loves that.
She cries. He feels relief; she cares.
He can't explain his need to keep proving that fact but he can't stop himself. He can't ignore her like Duncan does. He can't talk to her like he used to talk to her. This is the only way he knows how to keep her in his life.
Duncan doesn't feel anything anymore. Everything feels numb. Except when he looks at Veronica, then he feels sick.
Logan's just glad that his stoic friend is capable of feeling something.
She hates him. She justifies it to her heart, he hated her first. They broke you. I'm not wrong.
It's a weak attempt because despite what she says, it's not going to change the way her heart feels. She wishes she could control it.
Her long hair is gone, her cardigan is replaced with edgy jackets and her peppy little shoes has transformed into combat boots.
Logan doesn't know what brought on the change and he soon finds out it's not just her appearance that's undergone a transformation.
This new Veronica amazes him. He's proud. He shouldn't be. She hates him and he hates her so he shouldn't be proud but he's brimming with pride.
The most fun he has when he's verbally sparring with Veronica.
It's sick and twisted, he acknowledges. But it's Veronica and for the first time she's shown as much passion as him.