Veronica Mars Dialectical Journal

He’s ten minutes early to first period geography, and Veronica Mars is nowhere to be seen. Not that Logan expected punctuality at this point. His fingernails are dug into the skin of his palms when she squeaks in right before the bell, forcing him to listen to fifty minutes about South American agriculture before he can get a word with her. Not that he’s sure what to say.

Logan Echolls burning holes in the back of her head first thing on a Monday morning tells Veronica she in no way had enough coffee to drink this morning. She reminds herself to tell Wallace she told her dad she was with him this weekend, and when the bell dismisses the class she makes a run for it, straight to the girls’ bathroom.

It’s that exact minute he
Only an idiot thinks she can delay the inevitable, Veronica tries not to remind herself, instead picturing a scenario where Logan Echolls really doesn’t ever speak to her again. It kind of works for her as far as peaceful paradise goes. The messages he left on her phone all weekend weren’t nagging at her at all; if she thought really hard about something else, she didn’t think of it at all.

At lunchtime, the thought about who’s an idiot comes back with vengeance, when Logan’s standing within ten feet of her table, lost look on his face like he’s misplaced the genetic map he has to the 09er table.

“So what is it, Veronica? What did you find out? What were you doing all weekend?” The desperation in his voice stabs at her, even as she can’t feel sorry; not even a
I told you my dad wasn’t home, you could’ve came and-” Logan notices Duncan watching them talk, even as he keeps his voice low and his face even. Weevil’s watching, too, and it’s another uncomfortable factor of Veronica Mars that she’d actually befriend that guy.

“I couldn’t come, Logan, I had to- something else.” Eyebrows up at him, she hopes he’ll drop it, go back to talking about his dad’s different cell numbers and what he’s taking pills for.

“You had to something else?” And because this is reality, Veronica Mars knows luck or hope or fairies just aren’t on her side, and of course he doesn’t drop this. Logan’s mouth’s curved into a mean little smile and he’s looking down on her, now. Or maybe still. “What am I paying you for if you had to something else?” The vicious in his voice is loud and clear, and any ceasefire Veronica had imagined over the last couple weeks dissipates into thin mountain air.

“You mean why didn’t I come running when you called?” She readies herself for more nastiness. Seven messages on her phone and all he had to say was this, she fights not to roll her eyes.

He’d come to her for help, he thinks, and that’d been his mistake. Mars Family PI-work just wasn’t to be trusted, is the angry conclusion he comes