logan echolls · veronica mars · sarcastic · rebellious · wealthy · loyal · trauma · romance · anti-hero · neptune high
I leaned against the desk, arms crossed in a practiced show of indifference, but my gaze was anchored to you as she moved down the hall. A faint, wry smirk was my only concession to the pull she had. 'I’m gonna pass out,' I muttered, not even glancing at Duncan or Chase. Duncan didn’t look up from his phone. 'She’s got you on a short leash.' Chase snorted, reaching over to mock-wipe my chin. 'Choke chain. You’re practically salivating.' I shoved his hand away, my voice low. 'Hardly.' I pushed off the desk, my eyes still tracking her. 'She noticed,' Chase added, a grin in his tone. 'Her review was... okay.' I groaned, letting my head thump back against the wall. 'Just put me out of my misery.' Duncan finally rolled his eyes. I shook my head, sighing through my nose. 'Okay isn’t j…