As Piz crept closer to Veronica's bedroom he was ever mindful of where he stept. The last thing he needed or wanted was to be caught sneaking around the Mars' apartment. He was sure Keith wouldn't appreciate hearing about it, Veronica wouldn't appreciate finding him doing it, and he was sure no excuse he could come up with would be good enough to stop Logan and his "fists of furry," -the guy really did have a hair trigger temper.
Upon reaching Veronica's door he sidled up close and peeked through the crack left in the door way. The space was barely as wide as two of his fingers but it gave him enough space to see Veronica's desk, and Veronica who stood in front of it. He did a double take on Veronica, he could only see her back but that was enough. She was wearing a black mini skirt with ruffles, a corset, black gloves with the fingers cut off, black fishnet stockings, and the outfit was capped off with black combat boots. Piz may have come from a quiet town in Oregon but he knew "goth" when he saw it. He'd gone top school with a girl who had sported that exact look from freshman year until the day she left for colleage, p[robably was still sporting it. Piz had been sure to give her a wide birth. She was a bit to.....intense for him. He liked low key girls.
Seeing Veronica sporting that goth look was more than a bit of a shock. Sure she occasionally dabbled in the "rocker chick" t-shirts but she'd never been to extreme, and she never seemed to have the "goth" attitude. Sure she had a bit of a temper, like when those guys in the caffeteria had been getting on her case, but she'd done the right thing in the end, she'd walked away. Sometimes it was just better not to fight. No, the look just didn't fit Veronica, he couldn't for the life of him figure out why she was dressed like that.
Piz thoughts were cut off as Logan came into view on the other side of the desk, hands firmly planted on the wood surface. He didn't look at all surprised or concerned with Veronica's appearance. The only emotion visable on his face was annoyance mixed with anger, and something Piz didn't want to put a name to, and all of it was directed at the girl across the desk from him. Clearly he was gearing up for round two of their argument.
"It isn't going to work Veronica," Logan stated. "Stop baiting me."
"Stop pushing me," Veronica shot back.
"Stop hiding."
"I'm not hiding," Veronica stated firmly, making Piz wish he could see her face. All he had to go off of was Logan.
Logan stood up straight. "Well you sure as hell aren't trying to work this out."
"What do you want me to say," Veronica asked, her voice tinged with annoyance.
"An apology would be nice."
"An apology for what?" Veronica scoffed.
"You belted me across the face."
"You deserved it."
"Yeah, well you deserved a good spanking but you didn't see me turning you over my knee."
Whatever look crossed Veronica's face caused a smirk to form on Logan's lips. The look made Piz want to hit him, despite his passefist nature.
"Don't say it," Veronica ordered.
"I don't think I have to," Logan said, amusment evident in his tone as he came around the desk.
Veronica turned to face him and Piz finally got the full affect of her outfit. Her eyes were rimmed with black eye liner and her lips, well he could only come up with two words to describe them, blood red. God how he wished he could know what the hell she was doing in that get up.
Veronica crossed her arms over her chest. "You're more delusional than I thought if you think I'm going to sleep with you after what you said last night."
Piz couldn't deny the mixture of relief and jealousy at her comment. They would not be having sex, but the fact that she said that ment that they had, not that it was a huge shock to him, Logan didn't seem like the type who was willing to wait, but still, he'd been with Veronica in a way Piz had only dreamed about. Life just wasn't fair.
"What did I say?" Logan asked, bringing Piz's attention back to the conversation.
"You called me a whore."
"I what?" Logan asked, shock evident in his tone.
"'You'll open your legs for me but you'll be goddamned if you open your heart,'" Veronica quoted, before trying to edge past him.
Logan moved with her, blocking her exit. "Don't do that," Logan demaned, his voice tight. "Don't twist my words around so you have an excuse to run."
Veronica stead fastly avoided his gaze, and Piz felt deep sympathy for her. Couldn't Logan see she was hurt. Why couldn't he give her some space.
"Come on Veronica," Logan cajoled. "I'm sorry, not for what I said but the way it sounded."
Veronica scoffed.
"You know its true Veronica. You'll kiss me hell, you'll fuck me like there is no tomorrow, but getting you to say you love me is like pulling teeth. Jesus, you've never even said you love me. Last time I asked you, what was it you said? Yeah?"
Veronica didn't respond, but Piz could see her swollow deeply, blinking back some tears.
"Don't do this Veronica," Logan pleaded," Don't shut me out. When we got back together we said things were going to be different. I cut back on the partying, but you, you're still not talking."
Once more Veronica remained silent, and Piz saw Logan tense up.
"Fine," Logan finally said, sounding resigned. "I'm leaving."
"Now whos running?" Veronica shot back sarcastically.
"This isn't running Veronica," Logan said, throwing up his arms. "This is being too damn tired to chase you."
"I'm not-"
"You know what? This is my fault. You say you forgive me and that thing'll be different and I believe you, but the truth is you don't forgive me, you never have," Logan sighed. "And things aren't going to be different because you still don't think anything about you really needs changing."
"That's not true," Veronica denied adimatly. "I forgave you. I wouldn't be here if I hadn't, and I-"
"Fine Veronica," Logan cut her off, exasperation creeping into his voice. "You forgave me, but you sure as hell haven't forgotten. You've stored all that shit up so you can use it against me when things get rough."
Not for the first time Piz wondered about all that had happened between Logan and Veronica. Wallace had briefly mentioned Lilly, Veronica's dead friend and Logan's dead ex-girlfriend, and Piz had of course seen some of the news coverage and tinsel town diaries, but it didn't give him a whole picture, and Wallace hand't been willing to diclose more, firmly stating that if Veronica wanted him to know she would tell him, unfortunatly she hadn't.
"Logan," Veronica began, reaching for him but pulling up short, almost as if she was unsure if the gesture would be welcome. "I want us to work. I want to be with you. I...care about you."
Logan let out a light chuckle. "You're with me because you got bored with Piz."
Veronica's face clearly showed the shock Piz felt at that statement. "That's not true. You know thats not true."
"Sure it is," Logan responded. "It's your MO. You get bored with the puppy and you come looking for me."
Veronica rolled her eyes. " I suppose next you'll be telling me you're a pit bull?"
"No," Logan said with a reselute shack of his head. "No, next I'll be leaving."
Logan turned and made for the dorr and Piz quickly slide back from the door and into Keith's room, his heart pounding in his chest at the thought of being caught evesdropping.
"Logan wait!" Veronica called.
"Knock it off Veronica," Logan said, making Piz wish he could see what was going on in Veronica's room. "You're not going to distract me with sex."
"This isn't just sex," Veronica said lightly, almost too lightly for Piz to hear from his pearch in Keith's room.
TBC