(Logan's POV)

He waited outside the room for what felt like hours. Veronica finally came to the door, looking at him through her side swept bang that had fallen over her eye.

She seemed a little confused. He asked if she was ok, and she nodded "mm hmm" and walked over to stand right in front of him. Stepping forward, she kissed him quickly…she looked up, searching Logan's face. She shook her head and turned to walk away, just as he grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him. The two of them were completely consumed by one another, his hands exploring her back and pulling her close at the same time.

He broke the kiss a few seconds later, looking at her to see if this was really happening. Realizing that he was still holding her, he let go. They looked at each other for just a moment longer, and then Veronica was off running down the stairs, fleeing the scene.

Logan couldn't take his eyes off of her; he felt that if he did, then it wouldn't have been true. Why do I want this to be true?

It's Veronica, he thought. I don't care about Veronica…do I? This is fucking crazy, did that just happen? I need a drink. Logan jogged down the stairs and headed to his car. He thought briefly of trying to follow her…What? Why would I follow her? Dude, get control of yourself, that's Duncan's girl, Lilly's best friend, your…what is she?

What was Veronica to him…? She wasn't quite his friend, and definitely not his enemy anymore.

Logan headed to the pool house, grabbed a bottle of Jack and jumped right back in his truck. He twirled off the cap and took a long swig of it, hoping to numb whatever feelings were making him think she was something he wanted.

"I kissed Veronica Mars, no freaking way!"

He started up the truck and drove to Dog Beach. He got out and found a spot down by the water where he thought the cops wouldn't hassle him. He settled in next to a few rocks by the shore and kept drinking, his mind racing.

Ok, let's just take a minute, he thought. This is Veronica, the person I have hated for more than a year now…the person that ratted me out to Lilly, the person that has a fucking file on me as a person of interest in Lilly's death… Ok wait, she has a file on pretty much everyone that loved Lilly. She's also the person that helped me with my mother's case and the person that came to the hotel to get me out of there, the person who let me cry when I lost all hope that my mother was still alive. God, what the hell did I do when Veronica's mom left? I made her feel like she fucking deserved it. I was no shoulder for her to cry on.

"Jesus Christ, Logan, you are a piece of shit."

He took another long swig of Jack and put it down in the sand. He wiped his face with his hands and then rested his elbows on his knees. He looked out at the ocean, looking at where the sky meets the water. He took a deep breath and thought of his mom.

He put the question out there, "Mom, please if you can hear me what the hell do I do? I don't know what to do?"

What the hell am I doing, why do I feel like I have to make some decision here, wasn't it me that really kissed her? Maybe when she kissed me it was just to thank me, maybe she didn't want anything more, maybe I took it the wrong way. Why did she kiss me back though? Why is this fucking with my head so much? Do I really care about her?

He picked the bottle back up and drank, another long swig.

Since when do I give a shit about any girl? Lilly was it, she was the only girl worth it to me, and now that she's gone no one else makes sense to me…no one. Damn it…why does Veronica make sense, what the hell is this? I can't even have a thought without her invading it. Maybe it's the Jack, yeah it's totally the Jack. It's just a fucking kiss…it's not like we had sex. Oh god, sex with Veronica. That would be hot… What the fuck am I doing?

"Jesus, dude, get a hold of yourself!"

Logan got up and threw the empty bottle out into the ocean. He stumbled back to his truck. Realizing he shouldn't drive, he got comfortable and passed out.

(Friday morning 3am)

Logan woke up to a police officer tapping on his window. He turned the ignition and rolled down the window. "Umm hello officer," Logan said, rubbing his eyes and silently thanking god that it wasn't Lamb.

"Hello son, is everything ok?"

"Yeah. I was, uh, supposed to meet a friend here last night and I guess they never showed. I must have fallen asleep."

"Ok son, well the beach is closed so I suggest you get home. Your family is probably worried."

"Yeah, I bet they are," Logan said, with a hint of sarcasm.

"Get home safely."

"Thanks officer."

Logan waited for the officer to get back in his patrol car and he pulled out of his parking spot.

What happened? Oh that's right...Veronica kissed me, I kissed Veronica, she left, I got drunk and passed out in a parking lot…awesome. I hoped that these facts would not be true but what the fuck can you do… "And apparently now I'm rhyming".

He got home and headed straight to the pool house to pass out, hoping that his early morning arrival would not be detected by his father.

Logan woke up again around 6 am, showered quickly and left. He couldn't eat; his stomach was still a little queasy from the Jack. And he didn't want to chance running into his father and possibly being questioned about his current state.

He was early for school, mostly because he hated being home, but also because he couldn't wait to see Veronica again. He thought he saw her after first period walking with Wallace, but she wasn't close enough to run into so he let that opportunity go.

What am I going to say anyway? She probably regrets it and is telling Wallace what an asshole I am. Nah…she kissed me back, that had to be for something.

Lunch came and went and he didn't see her. He wasn't too worried, because Journalism class was next period and he would definitely see her then. He also was feeling better since he had quenched his hangover with 4 slices of sausage pizza and a Big Gulp. Even better, his father had left him a voicemail telling him that he was cooking a family dinner tonight and they'd eat around 5:30…Family dinner, he thought with a laugh. Well at least last night's events fell under Dad's radar and I'm in the clear, really…Imagine the cop had asked for my ID… Then he would have called Dad, and possibly told the tabloids, and I would be fucking toast. I can hear it now… "Logan, are you trying to make a mockery of this family, sleeping away your underage drunkenness IN your car IN a public parking lot?" Seriously…thank god that cop didn't get close enough to smell my breath. Well at least I dodged that beating.

Logan got to class and was one of the first in the room. He claimed his spot and got his project out to continue working. He had to do some lame collage for journalism, so he'd already partnered up with some girl from class. That way, she could do the bulk of the work, he would just flirt with her a bit and that would be that. Today was different though, because he needed to keep himself busy. He was looking through all the stuff the girl had cut out and he couldn't even figure out what the collage was of.

"What the fuck is this, I think this girl's retarded!"

He started to laugh to himself and then he saw Veronica. She came in the room and looked right at him. Their eyes locked and he broke away…then looked back again and she was still looking.

The teacher announced that everyone needed to work independently for the day, and regretted to inform them that this would be her last day teaching Journalism. Logan didn't even pay attention. She was a cool teacher and all, but in the grand scheme of his life how the hell would she rank as anything important.

He noticed Veronica walk up to the front of the room and she started talking.

"Ok buckeroos…."

That was all he heard. He was just focusing on her lips and thinking about the next time he would get to feel her…taste her… He snapped himself back into reality and tried to continue figuring out what his project was.

Not many people were really working in class, just Veronica of course and a few other overachievers.

Logan's group of friends was talking about what had happened that morning, with Norris and that ATF agent Ben. He sat there with nothing to say, just listening. Because really, what was he going to say? That he had beaten the crap out of Ben yesterday, because he thought Veronica was in danger? It would be laughable.

It's not, though, he thought. Of course I want to protect Veronica…just the thought of that undercover douchebag thinking he could take her like that, I wanted to fucking kill him.

He looked over at Veronica; she was working on her computer. She looked up and saw him. She had a little smile, as if she couldn't control it. He took this as a good sign and walked over to her. As he made his way across the room, he started thinking.

What am I going to say? Who gives a shit, I'm just gonna talk to her. He sat in the empty seat next to her.

"Hey," he said. Veronica looked over at him.

"Hey Logan," she said nervously.

"I was just wondering if you were ok yesterday, you looked a little uneasy when you left," he prompted.

She looked at him, puzzled. "Well, I…I kind of was," she said.

He knew why, but still wanted to hear it. "What do you mean?"

"Logan, please. I don't want to talk about this here." She looked so cute and innocent when she said that, her eyebrows lifting up and her big blue eyes staring at him… begging him not to bring this up now.

"Fine, then when?" he questioned eagerly.

Her phone buzzed and she grabbed it. "I don't know Logan…Umm, maybe Dog Beach tonight, like 7ish?" she suggested, as she got her things together to leave class.

He looked up at her. "Yeah, cool...I'll see you there," he said as he got up.

She walked out of class and he took a deep breath.

Ok, I'll see her tonight and we'll figure this shit out…

TO BE CONTINUED…