A.N An adaption of my Tumblr post Texts in Math Class. You don't need to see the post because I've converted it into notes in this story.

Italics is the notes being read or written. I think it's easy to follow but if it's not, let me know and I'll try to write it differently.

Logan yawned and tapped his pencil against his thumb. Why did he let Veronica drag him to class again? And of all classes it had to be Math. He pursed his lips, pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled, Is this your way of getting back at me for the tickle torture? Death by boredom? :( At least my way was fun.

He grinned and tugged at a strand of Veronica's blonde hair. She shook her head, placed her braid to the side and continued to diligently take notes and listen to the monotonous tone of their teacher.

He pouted, "Ronnie."

"Hmm?" She hummed, still not looking at him.

He flickered the paper on her desk and she momentarily stopped writing. She looked at him for a second and arched an eyebrow.

His eyes widened in the direction of the paper and nodded toward it. She sighed and begrudgingly opened the piece of paper. Her lip curled and she quickly scribbled a response, you mean encouraging you to be a good student? You heard Ms Donaldson, "We're gonna put the Fun in Fundamental."

She had her eyes in front while she skillfully pretended to massage her shoulder as she passed him the note.

Logan smirked and jotted down, You know there's 'mental' in there too.

He slid the paper in her hand. She glanced at the teacher and then read it. She shook her head and whispered, "Pay attention, Logan!"

"I am," he countered.

To Ms Donaldson, she wrote and turned as a pretense to take out something from her bag.

He smirked and noted, I prefer my attention on tiny blondes.

A blush crept up on her. She flung the piece of paper behind her, knowing that Logan would catch it.

This PETITE blonde kinda wants to know how to use the FOIL method.

He chuckled at her response, licked his lip and wrote, I could show you.

Her eyes widened a bit, what was he implying? She didn't think she could take it right now if he told her. Ms Donaldson is showing me just fine, she scribbled down, glanced up and then slapped it on his desk.

I can promise you that my methods are much more fun. That's the basis you were going for right?

She gawked at the paper and denied, Wrong! My basis is that I wanna learn.

Amused, he claimed, I could teach you plenty.

Would your 'teachings' help my 4.0 GPA? She responded. She figured taking the oblivious road for once was much safer right now than calling him out on his true intentions, that's if he'd had any intent besides making her feel flustered.

His lip curved, he wouldn't admit it but he kind of felt giddy writing her notes in class like they were twelve year olds again. He quickly jotted down, It would help in more than just that.

She blew out a breath, her face flushed. She was glad that Logan couldn't see her face as she replied, Keep your thwarted methods to yourself, Echolls.

Oh you know you like it, Mars. She bit her lip when she read it. How did Logan Echolls make her feel all of these weird feelings?

Meg glanced at the petite blonde girl and the brunette boy. She was next to Veronica and could clearly see how their interaction affected each other.

Curiously, Meg prompted, Okay so what is up with you and Logan? You're blushing. And he's grinning like crazy. I'm pretty sure the FOIL method isn't that good.

Veronica was taken by surprise when Meg slid a note on her desk, she'd been so engrossed in Logan's little messages. Her blush deepened at the observation. And then her lip curved, when she read his notes she pictured his lopsided grin.

She scribbled her response and slid the note to Meg. Ooh you're underestimating the FOILness. Logan's just bored. Bothering me is just his way of punishing me for putting him in his state of boredom.

Meg shook her head in amusement. I'm sure that's it.

Veronica turned to Meg with her mouth slightly opened and then insisted, It is.

He likes you, Meg jotted down and passed it back to the petite blonde.

Veronica bit her lip. She tried not to think about it. She liked her relationship with Logan and she was afraid that if she thought about it then she'd want more and it was a complicated mess because Logan was one of her best friends and he tended to like girls that were... more experienced with guys.

With a sigh, she confessed her confusion to Meg, Logan flirts. A lot. With everyone. I don't know.

Meg bit her lip. She'd noticed for some time that Logan held secretive smiles when he saw Veronica, he perked up whenever she was mentioned, and he spoke to her with a different, softer and more playful tone. With that in mind, she encouraged her friend, I think he does.

Veronica's cheeks flared. Meeeg, I don't know what to do about it.

Logan frowned when he noticed that Veronica wasn't responding to him but was in a continued correspondence with the blonde next to her. He leaned down to pick up a pencil that had 'fell' and dropped the note on her desk.

How come you're not sending angry glares at Meg for disturbing your precious Math time?

Her eyebrow quirked and she dismissed, We're discussing problems. It's not like she was lying.

Then she read Meg's note, I think you like him too.

She bit her lip, her heart hammered against her chest and desperate for advice she wrote, But wait, do I? Do I like him or do I like-like him? I mean he's funny, charming, super hot. but he's my friend. And I'm his friend. And you know the whole knowing each other since we were twelve...

Meg understood the torment of moving out of the comfort zone of being friends. It was so much simpler when you're just friends. Once it gets close to being anything more... nerve-wrecking is one word for it. She did genuinely think that Logan and Veronica liked each other. Sometimes, she just wants to gush at them but she knew that would be inappropriate and make Veronica, at least, very uncomfortable. She knew that Logan would probably throughly enjoy her assessments and tease Veronica recklessly.

It's Math, Veronica, or is it Chemistry? What I'm trying to say is that the next step is obvious.

Veronica groaned. She was so confused. When did Math and Chemistry turn against me? We used to be friends.

Meg bit back a chuckle, she didn't want to draw any attention on them. I think they're looking for a closer relationship status.

Veronica bit her lip, she felt seriously conflicted. It's not like Logan made any obvious moves on her and so she wrote, Let's not just base this on Math and Chemistry.

Meg quirked an eyebrow and jotted, And here I thought you were a Logic-kinda girl.

The petite blonde pursed her lips and pointed out, Logically, none of this makes sense.

Or it makes so much sense that it shouldn't be logically possible. Veronica read Meg's response and shook her head with a lingering smile on her face.

Logan was bored, again. Ms Donaldson wasn't even paying any attention on them. She'd instructed them to do the problems from the textbook and had begun to grade assignments. Was she still working on problems with Meg? Why did Meg look so amused? Maybe they weren't working on problems. Maybe Veronica just didn't want to talk to him.

Seriously. I'm hurt, he wrote and leaned over, not even bothering with subtlety any more and gave it to her.

Veronica blinked at the note, unsure of what he meant. She looked up at Ms Donaldson, and then back quizzing at Logan.

She read the note he passed her, What does she have that I don't?

Veronica arched an eyebrow in amusement. She bit her lip, how had she forgotten how to act natural with Logan in the span of a few minutes? How did she normally act with him? She mentally groaned, that was why she didn't want to go into the 'does he like me' and 'do I like him' thought process. It made her question everything. So decided on snarky, she couldn't go wrong there. And so she wrote, For starters, she's a natural blonde.

Ouch. I thought you were kidding when you said you didn't like them.

Veronica bit at her pen, for once unsure if Logan was kidding or not. When she wrote that, she figured he'd accept it in the teasing way she'd intended. She licked her lips and pointed out, You dyed the tips of your hair blonde, Logan.

Everyone else seemed to like it.

She swallowed, for some reason this didn't feel as light-hearted as it started out as. Was Meg right? Did Logan have non-platonic feelings toward her? She wrote, Then my opinion shouldn't matter.

It kinda matters the most.

Her eyes widened slightly and all of those weird feelings built up inside her. She jotted down, I didn't know you held my opinions to such high esteems.

Well, I do.

He'd admitted it so casually. Did it matter because she was his friend or because he viewed her as something more? It took all her will power to write out the three letter word, Why?

You're Veronica.

The bell rung and Veronica didn't get to ask him what that had meant.

"Veronica," Lilly called for best friend's attention.

"Hmm?" Veronica sounded out without taking out her eyes from her book.

Lilly snatched the book and smiled brightly when Veronica's eyes fell on her. "Ms Dumbass is in the teacher's lounge, I'm here to bust you out," the Kane heiress announced.

Veronica sighed and informed her best friend, "I'm here by choice, Lil. I have an important test to study for."

"That's what you go home for," Lilly brushed away her concerns.

Veronica shook her head and told her, "When I'm home, either you or Logan argue otherwise."

"C'mon Ronica," Lilly pouted.

Veronica sighed, she knew that Lilly would continuously pester her and it would be impossible to get anything done. "What did you want to do?"

Lilly lit up and then slumped, "I don't know. I didn't think I'd get this far."

Veronica chuckled. "How about we study?" She waggled her eyebrows.

Lilly's eyes widened scandalously and she drawled, "Are you propositioning me, Veronica Mars?"

The petite blonde shook her head with amusement and nodded, "I am." In a husky voice she said, "You know I want your brain, Lilly Kane. I want it now."

Lilly laughed, "Oh honey, do you really think you can handle it?"

Veronica bit back her laugh and huskily remarked, "Bring it on, baby."

"Is this the part where you two make out?" Logan arched an eyebrow with amusement.

"Jealous, Echolls?" Lilly arched an eyebrow.

"Not if I can watch," he waggled his brows.

Veronica's mouth gaped and she shook her head. Lilly rolled her eyes.

"C'mon, we're going surfing," Logan chuckled, walked over to Veronica's desk and started to pick at her stationary.

Lilly cocked her head to the side thoughtfully. "I suppose we could work that into our schedule."

Veronica giggled at her best friend but soon fell silent when Logan took her hand in his.

"Give me a minute," Lilly said as she took out her phone and made a call.

Veronica's eyes lingered over Logan's fingers as he wrote his name on her wrist. He chewed on her pen's cap and she wondered if she should say something, though it was already too late to object to his actions.

Logan's eyes lingered over her concentrated expression and his lips curved.

"Duncan Kane, I cannot believe they got the student body president to bunk," Veronica chuckled.

Duncan's cheeks flushed. "Me? I can't believe you ditched!"

"I had a free," she shrugged. "And you know how your sister can be."

He nodded with full agreement. "Exactly. And you know how Logan can be. I had gym but coach is sick."

"Coach is hungover," Logan corrected with his surfboard in hand. "Wanna catch some waves, Ronnie?"

"Oh, no," she bit her lip. "Not today."

"C'mon, you did great the first time," Logan encouraged her with a soft smile.

"Yeah, real great," she snorted. "I fell off like every time."

"When does Veronica Mars ever give up?" He challenged.

She pouted. "I'm not giving up. Just on hold until further notice."

"I'll be waiting, Mars," he smirked.

She grinned and turned to say something to Duncan when she found that he was long gone. Logan arched an eyebrow at her and she shrugged.

"Veronica!" Lilly chirped. "I got you food!"

Veronica perked up and grinned, "You're the bestest best friend ever." She hugged the green eyed heiress.

Lilly grinned. "It's Italian."

"I love you," Veronica declared with a wide smile.

"What am I? Chopped liver? I drove and paid!" Dick complained and went in for a hug.

Logan wrapped his arm around Veronica's waist and pulled her away from Dick's embrace. "Yes, you're chopped liver."

Lilly laughed while Veronica stilled in his arms, her conflicted thoughts entered her mind once again and then all she could think about was that Logan smelled really good and she didn't want him to let go of her.