Yo, new fanfic. I'm hoping to finish this one.. I'm not so sure about Fate though, sorry. Also, I might publish Thoughts, which is a fanfic I've had on Wattpad for awhile now. Sorry if this chapter's a bit confusing, some things will be cleared up in the next chapter. x

Sophomore year.

Logan found out. He had found out that Jasmine had feelings for him. And yet he had done nothing about it, still in this God knows why relationship with Erin. He had pretended he didn't know. He tried acting normal around her, he did, only to realize the fact that he liked her back. But he blew it. She somehow met Coen, or whatever his name was, and he blew it.

The age of 24. It's not such a bad number. You're legal, you can drink (in America at least), not too young to get married; or too old for that matter. Jasmine had recently hit the age of 24, and still all she can seem to think about is him. She still hangs out with his sister every now and then, but him? Not so much.

But today. Today was different. They're together, but they're not together. He's handsome, as ever, but he's not hers. And guess he'll never be. She only bothered showing up for the party. Free booze? She's in. She couldn't believe it though. It's been 9 years and she still seems to have lingering feelings for him. She could only stare at him. If he even spoke one word to her, she may just break. And that happened.

She was minding her own business, drinking her feelings away, only to feel a hand on her shoulder. She didn't realize it, but she was crying.

"Why are you crying?" he asked with concern, trying to ease the awkward tension.

The tears couldn't stop, so she continued to drink.

"Did something happen?"

7 shots later, and she's still crying. What was wrong with her?

"Please go away," was all she could say. What could she say? They hadn't had a normal conversation in years. They were too busy avoiding each other.

"Seriously, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong. Yeah, what is wrong? Right, I'm here, at this goddamn party, and I see you, and I'm sad."

He was speechless, clueless, and he thought he had made the right decision, but he hadn't.

"And you don't know what to say. I'll make this easier for you. I'm- in love with you. There, I fucking said it."

"... You're drunk."

Was she?

"Either way I still love you."

She started crying again. He couldn't do anything, he didn't know what to do. He couldn't comfort her, it wasn't right. And then he of all people showed up.

"Why is she crying?"

"Don't know.." he lied. It was a white lie.

"Jasmine, what's wrong?"

Those 3 words only made her get up from her stool and push past the guy. She was tired of that question. "What's wrong"? Goddamn, if only people would stop asking her that. The guy chased after her.

"Jasmine, wait!"

Her face was wet from tears. Why couldn't she stop crying? She was stupid, she didn't know how to act her own age. She did stupid things whenever she's drunk, said things she regretted, but this was the absolute dumbest thing she had ever done-when drunk. She had kissed the guy. He kissed her back. He kissed back his best friend's girl. They had become best friends when they met in college, and doing this was the lowest of the low, only because his best friend's talked about her, a lot, and even though he felt bad, he wanted her. He'd met her before, thought she was classic and breathtaking, but those meetings were short and left them no time to get to know each other, as lame as that may sound.

Logan Watson. 24. 9 years later and he still blows it.