Logan ran his hand over his face, anguishing over his previous actions. So stupid, he mentally kicked himself for being so blunt. He glanced around the empty room before shaking his head and sauntering out the empty guest bedroom.

There are only a few times Logan ever felt down; after he lost a game, after his parents have a falling out, or when he's in a fight with Jasmine. But this was more than a fight. A fight with Jasmine was never this serious, this could potentially end any chance of a relationship and their friendship all because he said he couldn't imagine sleeping with another girl. Which wasn't a lie, but that was not at all the time to tell her that. Now she went out with Amanda, to God knows where, doing God knows what. The least he could do was pray she'd be alright.

"Are we almost there?" Jasmine whined as she felt the cool breeze hit her face, provided by the open window. It had already been an hour and half considering how Amanda got lost, and she was slightly getting irritated between Amanda's music and her constant rambling. Amanda never bothered her so much, but the way her and Logan ended things, Amanda's vexatious habits, it made it all the worse.

"Sorry, and yeah we should be in like fifteen minutes according to Google Maps," Amanda said as she pressed on the gas a little more.

"Well jeez don't kill us," Jasmine giggled as she laid her hand against her perched palm. She shut her eyes and took in the peaceful breeze.

It had been another half hour before they reached their destination. Of course Amanda made a pit stop at a gas station to use the bathroom and they made another wrong turn. Typical Amanda. They stopped at a local McDonalds before heading down to the campus.

Jasmine never did change, it all took of one glance at what Amanda had brought that made Jasmine's stomach turn in disgust.

As much as Jasmine loved Amanda, she was definitely a party girl. A good 92% of her wardrobe was slutty outfits Jasmine couldn't be caught dead in. She knew trusting Amanda with her choice of clothing, wasn't the smartest idea so she figured what the hell a pair of shorts and a tank will do. She had thrown on a cream crochet cardigan and decided against the heels, so she settled with her white chucks.

"I'm so excited! This is my first college party," Amanda raged as they walked across the massive campus.

Jasmine rolled her eyes before letting a laugh escape her. "Same, but I'm driving us back, i can't risk us getting lost again," Jasmine said as they located the building where the dorm the party was being held in was.

"Fine, fine besides i'll probably be too wasted, I used my fake idea to buy …" Amanda reached into her bag and pulled out a small, nearly travel sized, bottle of Svedka.

"Nice, but i'm not drinking tonight," Jasmine sighed as they waited for the elevator.

"You're always the party pooper," Amanda pouted before stuffing the bottle back into her purse, just as the elevator dinged and opened.

A girl who was being held up by two other girls was being dragged out the elevator. A gut wrenching feeling hit Jasmine as she watched the passed out party goer. Between the idea of Amanda drinking and the poor girl who was too out of it to walk, didn't settle with Jasmine right at all. But she quickly shook it off as she entered the elevator with her overly excited friend; Amanda.

Jasmine turned the knob to the dorm the party was being held in,she was slightly taken aback when the door banged against something hard."Watch the keg!" she heard a voice shout, she looked back at Amanda who simply shrugged before urging her inside. Jasmine took a deep breath and walked through the threshold. The first thing Jasmine saw were two teens hiding by the open window continuously passing a joint between the two of them, there were a threesome cuddling on one of the beds, a couple teens grinding to some loser rock playing softly in the background, and a kid who was strumming his guitar on an identical bed across from the threesome.

Definitely not the party Jasmine was expecting to go to.

"Amanda!" a guy turned around his smile blinding as he ditched the poor blonde he had been dry humping to greet Amanda.

"Marcus!" Amanda msued as he engulfed her into a rib crushing hug. Amanda turned to me, introducing me to her life size Ken doll, Marcus. Jasmine walked further into the dorm, and sat down on a chair close to one of the desks. What a party, Jasmine thought sarcastically.

"You go to UCLA?" Jasmine asked leaning towards the loner kid with the guitar. He looked up, his hair once covering his face was shaken out his eyes, revealing two dimple piercings and sharp green eyes. He looked like a street cat, frightening yet innocent.

"Yes," he hesitated before ducking his head back down to his guitar. Jasmine sighed before glancing over at Amanda who was not too long ago, engaged in small talk with the cute guy who had greeted earlier, were now dancing together. Jasmine sighed as one of the teens offered their blunt. She politely refused. It seemed everyone was caught in their own worlds, and Jasmine was the odd one out.

"What do you major in?" the voice had taken her by surprise as she realized the street cat had spoken to her.

"Uhh - psychology," she lied as she nervously tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Nice, I major in education and minor in music history," he said shaking his hair out his eyes once more.

"Cool, do you live in California?" Jasmine asked.

"No, my hometown is North Carolina, I transferred from Duke," street cat stated as he set his guitar aside.

They kept light conversation for a couple of minutes, turns out street cat's name was actually Russell, and he played in a band called the Suicides. He didn't have many friends here at UCLA, only his roommate and his friends, and his bandmates. And he didn't have a good relationship with his parents.

"Im getting a drink, want?" he asked as she slid off his bed.

"Sure," Jasmine smiled as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. She took out her phone to see no missed call nor texts from Logan. She rolled her eyes. She definitely wasn't going to let Logan ruin her night.

While Jasmine seemed to be having the time of her life, Logan was miserable. It was to the point that Grandma Irene had plans with the Watson's old retired neighbor George. Turns out during her walk she met him and he had asked out out to dinner while she was in town. Logan wanted to call Jasmine, he wanted to meet her, he wanted to see her and hold her and kiss her. But he knew she didn't want that. Jasmine didn't want him.

What Logan needed was a drive to clear his head. He needed to be in control, at least if he couldn't control his own life, he could at least be in control behind the wheel. That seemed to always work for Logan.

He swiped his cell of his nightstand, and ran his hand through his hair before slipping on a pair of sneakers. Logan descended down the large staircase grabbing the keys to the Jaguar on his way out. If I can't go to the dance, i should at least get some use out the thing. He made sure he locked the door before jogging towards the car.

Once he was behind the wheel, he switched gears, and gave the car some power, and he was off.

Russell handed Jasmine a red solo cup, before returning to his original seat on his bed. "Drink up," he said before raising his own cup clicking the plastic cups together. Jasmine laughed as she threw the cup back and chugged half of it.

Jasmine scrunched her nose at the sour taste she wasn't yet use to, but there was something off about this cup. She placed the rest of the cup on the desk behind her. That was when she noticed something off, Amanda was being carried by Marcus she was not too long ago dancing with. But this wasn't a friendly flirtatious act, she looked out of it - almost unconscious.

That was when he saw Amanda being cradled out the door, when it all clicked.

"Hello?" Logan tucked his phone between his shoulder and his ear as he signaled right. He had been driving all over Pasadena at this point, he had no will to go home so he stopped at a fast food joint and continued his drive. He was about to jump on the Foothill Freeway before his cell began ringing. He pulled over to see a private number trying to beep in.

"Logan please Logan I don't know what to do please I'm bad in crisis' and you need to come down to the university. Please," the voice shocked him, he wasn't expecting them to call him, especially not at this time.

"Okay, okay, but you have to tell me what's wrong," Logan had switched gears and began towards the 134.

"Logan please don't be mad at me," Logan could hear her voice break, he could tell she was crying.

"Please don't cry just tell me what happened, is everyone alright?" Logan asked as she slowed to halt before a red light.

"No," the voice broke down . Logan's jaw clenched and he gripped the steering wheel tight. "What happened?" he gritted out.

The Jasmine explained what had happened as she continued to sob into the phone.

"Listen to me, take her down to the car get campus security, I'll be there in 40 minutes," Logan gripped the steering wheel tighter, if possible.

"Please hurry I'm freaking out," she cried before the line clicked. Once the light turned green, Logan pressed as hard as he could on the gas pedal, zooming onto the 134, not caring if he'd get a ticket, his friend was in danger and that's all that mattered.

Logan got down to UCLA in record time. He called them who picked up immediately. "Logan are you here yet?" her desperate voice made Logan's heart sink for her.

Logan followed directions around the campus until he spotted Amanda's black SUV. He quickly hopped out and ran towards a panicked Jasmine who broke down into his arms. "I'm so sorry, this is all my fault," she sobbed. Logan rubbed her back, pulling her against his chest. He nodded at the security guard who took that as his cue to leave. His once angered persona softened as he comforted his distraught friend. "Thank you for coming," she whispered into his chest as she slowly rose her head to look into his eyes.

"Of course," they paused for a moment, "Anyway where's the patient?" Logan asked as he slowly dropped his arms, sliding his hands into his front pockets.

"Um, back seat," Jasmine pushed her hair back sighing.

Logan swung the back seat open to find a passed out Amanda comotosed in the back seat. "Who drugged her?" Logan asked not taking his eyes off his best friend.

"This really weird guy named Marcus, he was my friend's roommate," Jasmine chewed on the dead skin on her thumb as she watches Logan's facial expression.

"What room?" she continued to bite her thumb, but gave in.

"What the hell man," Marcus choked out as Logan pressed him against the wall. His grip on his neck tightened as the words left his mouth.

"Drugging a minor then attempting rape? How pathetic can you get?" Logan spat as he gripped Marcus neck tighter.

"I - I can't breathe," Marcus couched.

"Good," Logan gripped so tight his knuckles turned white. He watched Russell's color change to a light purple. "

"You know there is a place for guys like you, it's called HELL," Marcus continued to fight. "You know I would kill you right now," Logan released his grip giving Russell the chance to catch his breath. "But that's no fun," Logan then collided his fist with Marcus's jaw. He then kneed his crotch till he finally fell to the floor. Logan glanced around the dorm room, everyone frightened by the sudden violent activity. He saw Marcus curled on the floor and smirked. Son of a bitch.

Logan walked back across the parking lot, clutching his slightly swollen hand, yet still fuming at the fact that Amanda had been drugged and nearly raped. He ran his hand down his face, exaggerated. He saw Jasmine biting her thumb still leaning against her car. "Did you kill him?" she asked timidly as she pushed herself of the side of the car.

"Not quite," Logan smiled as his hands found his front pocket.

The two stood there, neither knowing what to say. "Thank you, again, for coming," Jasmine thanked lowly.

"Yeah of course, my friend was in danger," Logan smiled back. "We should start heading back," Logan said gently.

"Um, yeah," Jasmine sighed as she turned towards the car. "If you want to ride with me, we can collect your car tomorrow," Jasmine proposed, shrugging.

"Um, actually I don't know if that's a good idea, maybe I should just take her in my ... car," Logan sighed as he realized his car was a two door. "Yeah maybe we should," Logan said.

"I mean I can just take her home if you ... don't want to -"

"No Jasmine I honestly didn't mean it like that," Logan sighed.

"I wouldn't blame you if you did," Jasmine played with her hands as her teeth gripped her lower lip.

Silence fell upon the two, debating whether or not to say anything. "It's not your fault Jasmine," Logan finally broke the deafening silence. "It was that dick Marcus," Logan gritted out.

"But I should've been watching I don't know, this was my fault," Logan could tell Jasmine was close to breaking down.

Logan pulled her into a hug, clutching her against his chest. He felt her heavy breathing and a part of him wanted to go back and finish off Marcus, while the other wanted to just hold her and never let go. "Jasmine don't blame yourself for this, she'll be okay," Logan comforted as he traced circles along her back.

"I hope so," Jasmine sighed as she relaxed into Logan's arms.

Silence fell once again, but not because the two had a loss of words, but simply because they were too caught up in their embrace.

"Well come on, it's a long way to Pasadena," Logan said as he squeezed Jasmine's waist.

"Yeah let's go," Jasmine reached into her bag and pulled out Amanda's car keys she had swiped while Russell was helping her back down to the parking lot.

"I'd driving," Logan held out his hands while Jasmine placed them in his hands.

"You realize Grandma Irene is going to kill us, right?" Jasmine sighed as she hopped in the passenger seat after tossing Logan the keys.

"Yup," Logan said buckling his seatbelt. "Hey I'm sorry about before I -"

"Please don't worry about it, that was a small freak out and - and - thank you," Jasmine nearly muttered flustered as she lowered her head to hide her flushed face.

"That was still the wrong time, and I'm sorry, but it was all true," Logan admitted as his eyes skimmed her body.

Jasmine did look hot. Between her black tank top that hugged her body right in all the right places. Even with her cardigan her body looked shapely. And her denim shorts that rode up her thigh in her seated position. And if she leaned forward they traveled higher till the bottoms of her rear threatened to hang out her shorts. Her hair that fell so effortlessly down her back. She was more than hot, hot was in no way near to describing Jasmine. Jasmine was sexy.

He quickly shook his head and pushed his, everything but platonic, thoughts out his head, "Thank you," Jasmine felt the blood rush to her cheeks. She mentally cursed herself, the fact that by the simplest things, she can get so rosy in the cheeks.

"Anyway, how do you purpose we handle this, we have a drugged up minor in the back who's holding possession of liquor, and we have a pissed Grandma Irene at home," the two laughed as they made their way back home.