Chapter 1

"W-O-W" Felix drawled out, staring appreciatively at something behind Weevil's head. "Check out little miss blondie over there."

"Damn, thatis some fine white meat" Dominic agreed, licking his lips and grinning, as a few other PCHers wolf whistled and cackled.

Weevil snapped his head back to see who they were talking about. He felt his mouth open slightly. Veronica Mars. Looking good enough to eat as usual. She was wearing her customary boots and a tiny black skirt, showing off her shapely legs perfectly. Her skin looked creamy, like the most expensive silk. Her top was long sleeved, but she was the kind of girl that cloth just snuggled perfectly to; her form-fitting shirt looked really good. He licked his lovely full lips as he wondered what it would feel like to touch her, caress her. Though he felt a little ashamed, he couldn't stop himself from wondering how her breasts would feel in his hands. He wanted to be deep inside her, he wanted to hear her moan his name.

Whoa. Where the hell did that come from? He had gone from admiring her like any other guy, to imagining actually having sex with her. What was he thinking? Veronica Mars, whom he would constantly banter with and tease? He had never thought of her that way, well not to that extent.

"Yo, Weeve! You hear anythin' we been sayin or what?"

Weevil snapped his head back round. "Huh?" he said a bit dazedly.

"Man, he wuz still checkin out blondie! You have a thing fo' her, don' ya?" Alec exclaimed, all the PCHers laughing and catcalling.

"Shut up assholes!" I yelled affectionately. They may be idiots, but they're my idiots, like my family, they've always been there for me.

"God, he's blushing! Weevil's blushing!" they were enjoying themselves.

"Alright that's it." My glare had the desired effect, and the gang immediately quieted down. After all, even the toughest, bitchiest 09ers were scared of Eli Navarro.

As I parted from my buddies, and walked to class, I thought about the fiery blond pixie I had come to like so much. It's just that I never realized, never noticed myself crossing the boundary between feelings of friendship, and those of attraction. It scares me. No girl had affected him this way, making him think so much and so seriously about her. Lilly and just about any girl he had ever been with, had been easy. Truth be told, the only reason they would be with him was if they were easy. He had always been someone's dirty little secret. No white girl would openly admit to dating him. After all, he had created the image that he didn't care. That he didn't have feelings, that he couldn't hurt. He had never fallen in love before. Almost, once, but not quite.