Veronica Feathers: A Narrative Fiction

“So what, you gonna sic your PCH puppy on me every time I ruffle those ole Veronica feathers now?” Logan cornered Veronica in the hall, and if Veronica squinted at his face, she could imagine where his nose might look a little out of place from Weevil’s intervention at the beach. He certainly didn’t look any sorrier, though, but he at least has consistency going for him, she had to concede that. From Logan’s perspective, how could he be held accountable for her feathers being so damned rufflable?

“If Weevil hears you called him a puppy I won’t haveta sic him. Are you and the other 09-er wolves finally gonna play nice?” Grinning, she gave him a second to shake his head with an emphatic and dramatic no. And then she nodded. “Right.
I’m just warming up, V, don’t know what you’re talking about tired.” It’s that smile, more than anything else, that pisses her off. His smile of his that thinks he’s winning, that thinks he’s won. “Say, does Weevil also have an in for tail lights? Cause if not you may wanna ask around. Maybe the rest of the school will hold a bake sale or a fundraiser or something; I hear new tail lights can be kind of expensive, especially for somebody like you. And I hear somebody like you might be in need of just such things.” Eyebrows up, Logan shrugged and offered his best suggestive look. For all it’s worth, the flinch in Veronica’s bottom lip certainly does something to satisfy that bother-Veronica-itch he’s been having all
She’s already pulled off the greatest disappointment, being a Mars, being on the wrong side of Lilly-Kane-murder-saga, wrong side of Neptune, and from here on out, Veronica’s all upswing as far Logan’s concerned. All he asks is that she plays along, and wronged, outcast loser-with-a-grudge was apparently perfect casting for Veronica Mars. From where Logan’s standing in the play next to her, she hasn’t dropped the act in a year. There are some bad days, where her scowl directed at him, paired with a cutting comment are all that saves the day, in a way. Not that he’s contemplating his villain origin story, (because hello, tragically murdered girlfriend in Act I was hero material, besides), but ruining Veronica’s day makes his day better, reliably. Especially when he can crack through the Veronica Mars’ steel and see the chinks in the armor. Especially when he can get her mouth to react to him.

As much as proximity had it’s perks, until then Logan hadn’t realized how close they’d been standing, how straight-on. Veronica could combat stance all she liked, Logan leaned over her against the row of lockers, still wearing the smiling face of a victor; a predator ready to