Veronica had a bad feeling about this. A very bad feeling. Across from her, two seats down, sat her former friend-turned-nemesis and he was radiating anger. He stared at her intently, his murderous gaze and clenched jaw challenging her to react. If looks could kill

She tried to keep her face impassive. Though when she thought about the day's events, she couldn't help the little smirk that appeared. He caught it and his fingers tightened into fists on his chair.

At the sound of the door opening, Veronica looked up to the exasperated face of Vice Principal Van Clemmons. "Mr. Echolls, Ms. Mars, come in and have a seat."

"Would one of you care to explain to me exactly how this happened?" He motioned with disgust to the piece of paper. Copies of the green article had been circulated all over the school and widely discussed among the student body.

"Well, Mr. Clemmons, I can assure you that I do not, nor have I ever, suffered from urinary or fecal incontinence. Perhaps Miss Mars can fill in the details," Logan turned and sneered at her.

Veronica piped in. "I have no idea why I was called in to discuss this. I had nothing to do with this flyer. But I will add that I think it was very brave of Logan to come forward to discuss his lifelong battle. I'm sure he is helping all of the other students at Neptune High who are similarly afflicted."

"Are you KIDDING me, Veronica? Seriously? You're going to deny you wrote this? EVERYONE knows you did it!"

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. Do you have any proof? Innocent until proven guilty, Logan…"

"Okay you two, simmer down. Your little battles are going to stop right here, right now, do you understand me?" Vice Principal Clemmons was met with two skeptical pairs of eyes. "I am going to overlook this, Veronica, since, as you mentioned, there is no proof." Logan groaned in disbelief. "Mr. Echolls, I am also going to overlook the graffiti that constantly graces Ms. Mars' locker. I am sure you know nothing about that, right?"

"Of course not, Mr. C."

"Right. So here's what's going to happen. You two are going to cease and desist on this little war you have going on. If anything inappropriate happens to either one of you, the other one is going to be severely punished. And as an incentive to get along, starting tomorrow, you both will be expected to spend an hour after school together every day for a month working on whatever projects I decide upon. If, at the end of one month, nothing of note has happened to the other party, I will allow you to resume your normal schedule. If your issues continue, you will be looking at possible suspension."

"WHAT?" Logan stood up.

"NO WAY!" They said in unison.

"Mr. Clemmons, please," Veronica pleaded, "Suspensions show up on permanent records. You know I'm one of the top students in my class. I can't afford any black marks on my record. I really didn't have anything to do with this."

Logan looked at her, incredulous. "Oh, save it Veronica. All three of us know you're lying. Mr. Clemmons, how is it fair that I get humiliated in front of the entire school with some bogus article and, as a follow up, get punished by having to spend my free time with HER every day, a fate worse than death?"

"Quiet, no discussion. You both need to work out your differences. Your juvenile battles are taking up entirely too much of my time and resources. I'll have Ms. James determine your daily schedule. Check in with her tomorrow immediately after school. You may go back to class now."

Both students stormed out of the office. Logan exited first and closed two doors in Veronica's face on his way out. Veronica was aghast. The joy of writing about Logan's valiant fight against incontinence was feeling a lot less satisfying now. Forced bonding time with Logan Echolls sounded like the worst possible hell. This time, her taste for vengeance was really biting her in the ass.