(End of my fanfiction. Thank you for all the reviews, and for all the nice comments. Enjoy! Never Fear Part 7:)
"Veronica?" Logan's voice filled my thoughts, and I flinched.
"Yeah?" I responded, clearing my head. He smiled.
"Espresso or latte?"
"Latte." I answered, as I started pulling out my wallet.
"No. My treat." Logan stopped me. I smiled.
"Thanks, I'll go find a table." The cafeteria at Hearst College was awfully crowded today. I spotted Piz…and Parker!? They were both eating salads and laughing at some joke or other. Maybe that was why Piz was okay about us breaking up? I mentally shrugged.
"Hey, they're pretty cute, huh?" Logan whispered in my ear.
"Don't do that, it's creepy!" I answered, giving him a side hug.
"You know, about a week after you've been stabbed in the stomach, it still hurts." Logan huffed, cringing.
"Oh, right. Sorry." I took my drink from him, clearing a dirty table. "I'm gonna go throw this away." I picked up the trash and took it to the trash can.
"Hey, Veronica!" Parker said, waving at me. I waved and smiled back. Piz half smiled, obviously feeling the tension too.
"Hey Parker. I'm having some coffee with Logan so…" She nodded.
"Yeah. Go on. Catch you later." She definitely seemed warmer now. I waved bye to the two of them.
"So, how awkward was it?" Logan asked as I sat down.
"Not the best, could've been worse, though." I said, taking a sip of my latte.
"Well, that's the thing." Logan said. "It's like...your motto. Veronica Mars: Not the best, could've been worse." I smiled despite of myself.
"And that does not make me sound bad in anyway." I laughed. Logan shook his head.
"Nothing could make you sound bad. Well, except for all those names we called you back in high school…"
"Thank you, self esteem is rising." I replied, shaking my head in mock disappointment.
"But," Logan faked a sleazy French accent. "Never fear, Veronica. Logan Echolls: Not the best, but pretty amazing, is on your side." He smiled as I laughed.
"Really Logan? A French accent?" He shrugged.