“Bond-villain you,” Veronica sighed, looking anywhere but near him. “Spray paint on my car, nasty notes in my locker, calling me things to my face and not my face, oh, the flat tires, the dedicated social outcasting, when does that Logan come back? I’m not- I’m not that stupid, that we’re just gonna start saying hi to each other in the hall, having casual sleep-overs, and then that you is gonna-” Veronica exhaled an exhausted, shaky breath, and ran her hair behind her ears.
“Gonna what?” He said, his voice soft; it takes immense effort to keep his hand off the way her shoulder shakes, even as she’s upset about him. He’d done that, all of those things.
In her head, Veronica saw a visual line in the sand; something either not …show more content…
“Yeah,” He sounded embarrassed, remembering her curled on by his bed, her eyes shiny with tears she turned to hide. “You said you don’t. You don’t hate me. Do you hate Bond-villain me?” Bond-villain. Logan crossed all Bond films off his viewing list for eternity, feeling nauseous because that had probably been even in the realm of what he was going for, at least initially. Especially initially. He’d vowed to ruin her day, everyday, of course she fucking hated him.
“No.” Small, but sure, her answer came, and when he looked thrown, she at least had that to savor. She had people she hated; her rapist, Lilly’s killer, Don Lamb for a million reasons. She’d never really hated Logan, had she? Hadn’t that been the problem? “When’d you start forgetting to hate me?” Slowly, she moved her eyes to him, trying not to think of anything …show more content…
In slow, small movements, she wiped the lines of her eyes, done for now with the latest in Logan Echolls drama theater.
He spent a second in decision, in watching her, before he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into his chest. An apology over a year in the making, he thought, as she tucked her head under his chin; if he was still thinking of her in terms of Old Veronica and New, it would’ve been an Old Veronica move. But she’s New Veronica, and she doesn’t hate him and he doesn’t hate her. Sucking in a hard breath against his chest, Veronica closed her eyes tightly for a few long minutes, and then he let her go back to her side of the car.
“Aren’t you curious what I found in Lilly’s room?” Again, with the rapid pivot. But Veronica trusted her mouth to say the right things when her brain was otherwise occupied, and if she was going to move on from tonight she was going to have to start moving, first.
“Did you find anything?” Quizzical, he watched that look come back into her face. Determination and spite, he decided it looked like. With something especially New Veronica thrown
“Gonna what?” He said, his voice soft; it takes immense effort to keep his hand off the way her shoulder shakes, even as she’s upset about him. He’d done that, all of those things.
In her head, Veronica saw a visual line in the sand; something either not …show more content…
“Yeah,” He sounded embarrassed, remembering her curled on by his bed, her eyes shiny with tears she turned to hide. “You said you don’t. You don’t hate me. Do you hate Bond-villain me?” Bond-villain. Logan crossed all Bond films off his viewing list for eternity, feeling nauseous because that had probably been even in the realm of what he was going for, at least initially. Especially initially. He’d vowed to ruin her day, everyday, of course she fucking hated him.
“No.” Small, but sure, her answer came, and when he looked thrown, she at least had that to savor. She had people she hated; her rapist, Lilly’s killer, Don Lamb for a million reasons. She’d never really hated Logan, had she? Hadn’t that been the problem? “When’d you start forgetting to hate me?” Slowly, she moved her eyes to him, trying not to think of anything …show more content…
In slow, small movements, she wiped the lines of her eyes, done for now with the latest in Logan Echolls drama theater.
He spent a second in decision, in watching her, before he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into his chest. An apology over a year in the making, he thought, as she tucked her head under his chin; if he was still thinking of her in terms of Old Veronica and New, it would’ve been an Old Veronica move. But she’s New Veronica, and she doesn’t hate him and he doesn’t hate her. Sucking in a hard breath against his chest, Veronica closed her eyes tightly for a few long minutes, and then he let her go back to her side of the car.
“Aren’t you curious what I found in Lilly’s room?” Again, with the rapid pivot. But Veronica trusted her mouth to say the right things when her brain was otherwise occupied, and if she was going to move on from tonight she was going to have to start moving, first.
“Did you find anything?” Quizzical, he watched that look come back into her face. Determination and spite, he decided it looked like. With something especially New Veronica thrown