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Jasmine realized it was taking them a lot longer to get home than was expected. Sure traffic would be bad on a Friday evening, but this was taking entirely too long. It hadn't even taken them this long to get to the theater.

"Logan…?" she set down her phone in the cupholder and looked out the window, "Are you kidnapping me?"

"Yes. You need to be cheered up."

She snorted, "Don't worry about it. It's nothing a pint of French vanilla and some boxing can't fix."

"Clearly not. Boxing? It's pretty obvious what you're thinking about."

"Logan. I'm really not in the mood to hang out anymore." She rolled her eyes, "Please just take me home."

"No. I promised you a great date and a great date we shall have." He glanced at Jasmine out of the corner of his eye. She was still looking pretty irritated, "What the heck did Tracy say to make you so mad?"

"Drop it." She said quickly, "Talking about it will only make it worse."

And it was true. Every time Jasmine's mind recalled the words exchanged in their conversation, it made her blood boil that much more. How dare Tracy treat Logan that way? Nobody deserved a girlfriend like that. She was also pretty peeved about Tracy deciding she wanted to prevent Jasmine from ever getting Logan, but Tracy's treatment of Logan really bugged her. How did Logan ever come to date such a selfish, horrible person?

She was roused out of her stewing when Logan cut off the engine. She looked out the window and saw they were in the parking lot for a 24 hour diner.

"Where are we?"

"We are at a diner with the best damn French toast in all of Chicago."

"You drove us all the way to Chicago for some French toast?" she asked incredulously.

Logan smiled slyly, "Not just any French toast. The best damn French toast in all of Chicago."

"Okay…" she said, humoring him, "Why did you drive us all the way out here for the best damn French toast in all of Chicago?"

"I told you. Because you need to cheer up."

"How is French toast going to help? And how do you know about this place anyway?" They lived in Evanston pretty much their whole lives. Logan knowing about a place in Chicago was surprising.

"Honestly, I'm not proud of it, but do you remember when we had that short term transfer student at Ditka named Lisa junior year?"

"Oh yeah!" Jasmine laughed a bit, "I remember you and Garrett had the biggest crush on her."

"Our entire class had a crush on her." He corrected, "Anyway, after she moved again, I found out that she lived in Chicago. And then I found out that she worked at this diner. So naturally–"

"Being the creep that you are~" Jasmine lilted.

"–I came here all the time during her shifts to talk to her. We had some good conversations. But then she moved again."

Jasmine stared at him silently, blinking at him with a dry look on her face. That explained why he would disappear for so many hours while they were all hanging out. Back then, Jasmine had always thought he had been hooking up with someone. She shook her head in mock disgust.

"Logan, Logan, Logan. I am so disappointed in you."

"I said I'm not proud of it."

"Yeah. You shouldn't be." Jasmine nodded, "Has anyone ever told you that if you put as much effort in school as you did in chasing skirts that you'd be a genius?"

"Yeah. You guys do. Almost all the time."

"Good, you understand. Let's go back home now." Jasmine said, slumping further into her seat, not particularly wanting to go inside.

"Jaz. Please." Logan pleaded, in this soft voice that made the hair on her arms rise. Jasmine swallowed thickly, forcing her blush down. Logan's eyes were like mesmerizing sapphire pools, grabbing her tightly and sucking her in. She couldn't say no even if she tried.

"I don't like to see you upset." He said sincerely, stroking her arm consolingly.

Jasmine nodded quickly, goosebumps rising on her skin under the sleeve of her jacket, "Alright. But if it doesn't live up to my expectations, there will be consequences."

"Yes! Success! " He pumped a fist in the air, "And anyway, what could be worse consequences than wearing a maid costume to every class?"

She snorted and hopped out of the car, following him through the parking lot to the doors of the diner.

It smelled like heaven when they walked in, and Jasmine hurriedly wiped her mouth to stop the drool from crawling out of her lips. Her stomach growled in anticipation, and Jasmine was glad that he had convinced her to come because she was starving. They were originally supposed to grab pizza after the movie for late night snacking, but this was way better. The aroma of bacon and eggs and pancake batter was so much more satisfying than any pizza.

It was kind of a retro, old school diner with plush red booths, individual stools in front of a cluttered counter, a soft pop rock ballad playing in the background, and floral curtains on the windows. The waitresses were dressed in pastel blue, collared dresses with frilly lace aprons and many of the patrons were older adults smoking in corners or enjoying a beer with friends. It was the perfect location for filming a movie scene in a diner. Jasmine had never really been to one of these places before. She felt like she was the heroine in a movie or something. The heroine of some horrifying romantic comedy where the main girl accidentally sleeps with her best friend and is now suffering the consequences, that is.

"So? What do you think?" Logan asked as they set their order on the card at the front and sat down in a booth.

She tried to school her face into a neutral expression, but she wasn't fast enough. She ignored Logan's smug look at her somewhat impressed face.

"It's alright."

"Okay Jaz."

"Food quality above everything. I'll grade it properly when I've tasted the food."

"Whatever you say."

Jasmine looked at the plaques at the top of the diner. One of them was a taxidermy moose head that was arguably kind of cool, despite the fact that the soulless brown orbs were a little freaky. Pretty neat. She could see herself coming here in the future again. Maybe with her friends.

"Do Lindy, Delia, or Garrett know about this place?"

"No one does. You're the first person I've told." Logan replied, watching her from across the table.

She bit her lower lip to keep from smiling and looked down at the table. Was he saying that she was special?

"Oh." She grabbed a napkin and started folding it into origami. She was starting to feel nervous. "Well thank y–"

"What were you and Tracy talking about that bugged you so much?" he cut in abruptly.

Frowning, Jasmine snapped her gaze up to Logan's, ready to chew him out for not dropping the issue, but his expression made her words die in her throat. He wasn't smiling, nor did he look like he was just playfully asking the question to bug her. His expression was hard and his eyes were steely, like it was really bothering him that Jasmine was upset over their conversation.

"Logan." She said warningly.

"C'mon Jaz. Why did you get so mad? Was it something I did?"

She narrowed her eyes, "Why do you want to know so badly?"

"Maybe I'm overthinking it, but you got into a fight with Tracy literally a day after you overheard her asking me to start over." He quickly hurried on when Jasmine's eyes started to get that hard glint when she was getting pissed, "All I'm saying is that I'm thinking the two things are connected."

She looked momentarily away from his searching gaze and at the cookers behind the front window, debating whether or not it was such a good idea to tell him. Honestly, she couldn't stand Tracy, but she didn't make it a habit of selling people out. Even though what she had said was entirely bitchy, Jasmine wouldn't tell Logan like that.

"Nothing… She just got on my nerves a bit."

"A bit? You threw a slushie in her face. I'm pretty sure she got on your nerves a lot more than 'a bit'."

"She said some stuff, okay?" Jasmine crossed her arms and leaned back in her seat, raising an eyebrow in challenge, "What she said bothered me, and I got pissed."

Logan searched her face, trying to see if he could recognize if Jasmine was lying. She'd never been good at it, and he could usually tell if she tried to hide a lie. But she didn't look like she was lying at all. Which meant Tracy really had said something to bother Jasmine. It confused him a bit. They weren't in the same circle of friends, and they didn't normally interact with each other. Even when he had been dating Tracy, Jasmine never usually hung out with them at the same time. So they didn't have anything in common to possibly be getting into a fight over.

Except for himself… He had suspected that to begin with because Jasmine had said something pretty odd when she splashed Tracy. He hadn't heard it all that clearly because he had still been reeling from Jasmine actually attacking Tracy in the first place, but one thing he had definitely heard was his name.

"Did it have something to do with me?" Logan asked tentatively.

Jasmine's bitter silence answered his question.

"What did she say?" he asked.

"Nothing." Jasmine said, not wanting to continue talking. Her ears were burning, and she knew her cheeks were starting to turn red. Great. The last thing she needed was to get all flustered right now.

"Jasmine, I know you're hiding something."

"Logan, I'm really not." Which was a lie on so many levels.

Jasmine heard her voice squeak at the end of her sentence in that way it did when she was cornered and about to get caught and quickly slapped her hand over her mouth to cover it up. The waitress came with their French toast, and Jasmine thanked her enthusiastically, grateful for the temporary distraction. She hoped Logan hadn't heard her little vocal gaff, but when she momentarily glanced at him, his eyes were narrowed in suspicion.

"What?" she snapped, getting defensive.

"I'm invoking the Friendship Code of Honesty."

"Seriously?" Jasmine rolled her eyes, stuffing her mouth with some of the mouthwatering food. It was seriously to die for, and she fought the urge to give Logan the satisfaction of seeing her squeal of delight. "That old stupid code from when we were kids? No one ever followed it except for Lindy."

"Well I'm invoking it now. Tell me why you got so pissed off at Tracy."

Jasmine released an emphatic, exasperated sigh and put her fork down. She knew how stubborn Logan could get, and if he really wanted to know something, he would not stop until he found out. Quite frankly, she didn't want to be pestered about it for the rest of the night. She had no doubt that Logan wouldn't let them leave until Jasmine spilled.

"Fine. She made a comment about you using me to get over her."

It wasn't totally a lie. She was withholding the true reason she had gotten pissed, but that particular rebound comment had also been vexing. At least with this excuse, Jasmine wouldn't accidentally say anything to make him suspicious about whether she had feelings for him or not.

Logan frowned in confusion, "Like a rebound?"

"Yeah." Jasmine picked her fork back up and continued eating, keeping her gaze decidedly off his face. She knew he was watching her for any signs that she wasn't telling him the full story.

"…But Tracy knows we're not dating… right?"

Jasmine frowned and glanced up at him, wondering where he was going with this, "What? Um, yeah."

"So… why would she say that if she knows we're not together? Unless, you know, you told her we were?"

Shit.

Jasmine's frown slowly fell off her face, until she was gaping at Logan in surprise. She thought he would just take her excuse with a grain of salt, not make a surprisingly perceptive conclusion. And Jasmine realized the extent of her mistake when the expression in Logan's eyes changed from unreadable to smug at her hesitation.

"So either a) that's not what was bothering you because clearly that interaction was provoked by you. Or b), you've got a few more screws loose than I presumed to throw a smoothie in her face for a comment you provoked. So which is it?" He took a large bite of their French toast, adding patronizingly, "Isn't this French toast awesome?"

Jasmine swallowed thickly, her mind racing. Her palms were sweating profusely, and her heart was beating more rapidly than normal. Logan watched her with a brow raised, his eyes dancing in amusement, patiently waiting for her to clarify her comment. When had he gotten so observant all of a sudden? Logan had always been the slightly more clueless one of them all. Clearly, they'd underestimated his ability to connect the dots. She took a deep breath, this time thinking about her words first before she stupidly said something and made the situation much worse.

"…Okay. So maybe I might have said something misleading–"

"On purpose." He slipped in.

She shot him a look, "But it was only because she came up to me and was trying to pick a fight about me not really having any boyfriends. It was just a strategic little lie to level the playing field. So wipe that smug smirk off your face."

He laughed, "Real mature, Jasmine. I still don't get why her comment merited slushie to the face though."

Jasmine knew her face was turning red out of embarrassment, and she looked down, following the intricate pattern of worn scratches on the table. Jasmine usually kept herself under control, but she had really flown off the deep end with that one.

"Look, it was the way she said it, alright? She said I was some 'tissue' that you'd wad up and throw out."

Logan's expression sobered, "Jaz, we've been friends for years. You know I would never do that to you."

"I know, I know… But it still struck a nerve."

Logan watched her silently. He knew Jasmine knew they were very close friends. They didn't normally keep any secrets from each other. Was she really that insecure about their relationship that she would think he would ever use her like that? It just didn't add up. Unless… she was hiding something else. To be honest, Logan suspected she was. For a while now actually. Jasmine was weird sometimes. He was used to her random outbursts and crazy notions and freak outs on occasion, but the whole week, he had been getting this odd vibe from her. She was a little too jumpy and some of things she would say were pretty strange. As if she was hiding something pretty big.

The last time he had seen Jasmine behave this way was during lunch their senior year when Lindy asked her where she had gone after prom, and Jasmine had tried to hide the fact that she lost her virginity to her date.

Did this thing she was hiding have to do with him? It was all too suspect. But clearly, if she was going to such lengths to hide something, that meant it was really something she did not want to share. So for now, he decided he would let it go. At least until Jasmine was ready to tell him. Because she looked entirely uncomfortable right now.

"You'd be a handkerchief you know."

Jasmine looked up and rose a brow, "What?"

"Not a tissue. A handkerchief." Logan grinned, "Embroidered. And with fancy lace. If we dated, I mean."

Jasmine snorted and bit her lip as her smile grew. Was he trying to help her feel better?

"You're a weirdo, you know?"

He shrugged sheepishly, "The analogy fit."

"Yeah, I know." She held his gaze, "Thank you. You're sweet."

He returned her smile, and they finished up their food, making light conversation about a few of their classes. Jasmine mentally moaned at the sensation of perfect crispy crust and doughy interior. Logan was right. This place was the absolute bomb. And coming here had definitely ended up cheering her up.

As he paid for the food, left the tip, and they left the diner, Jasmine couldn't help but think that this place had become their "spot" in a sense. A place they alone could come to together since none of their other friends knew about it. She could definitely see herself coming here with him in the future.

"Ready to go?" Logan asked, snatching up a large handful of the little peppermints from the table near the front door and subtly slipping them into his pockets.

Did he think he was slick? She rose an incredulous brow at him, to which he responded by putting a single finger on his lips.

She shook her head in amusement, "Yeah, let's go."

The whole trip back to their campus, Jasmine felt like her face was glowing red. She was flustered, her breathing wouldn't regulate, her stomach was flipping around in nerves, and her heart was beating a little faster than was normal. She felt jumpy and out of sorts. Like something had shifted. She couldn't decipher it exactly, but when she glanced over at Logan and their eyes met, she had the unmistakable urge to lace their fingers together. She stopped herself quickly before she moved her hand and broke contact to look out the window at the blurry scenery passing by.

All too soon, he pulled up into their apartment parking lot, and she hopped out of the car, slightly disappointed that their little outing was coming to an end.

"You don't have to walk me to the door." Jasmine called over her shoulder, trying not to catch his eyes.

"I want to."

"Okay…"

They walked across the lot and up the steps until they reached the landing of her floor. As they approached the door, Jasmine felt herself grow more and more tense with each passing second.

"Here we are." He said softly.

Jasmine nodded, facing her door, and trying to ignore the fact that she could feel the warmth Logan was radiating from close behind her. It made her nervous. The air was charged with something. It wasn't usually so hard to figure out what Logan was thinking, but now she had absolutely no idea. And she wanted to know.

Jasmine opened her purse to get out her keys. She saw their location at the bottom, but she fiddled with them clumsily, not entirely sure if she was prolonging the "date" on purpose or if she was really as jittery as she felt.

"For the record, Jaz, I wasn't planning on getting back together with her."

She stopped her search for the key and turned around in surprise. She was taken aback by his declaration. What was that supposed to mean?

"I'm not going to get back together with Tracy." He repeated, his gaze sending heat flaring through her body.

Jasmine swallowed thickly, "You aren't? You looked like you were contemplating."

"I mean, I was. For maybe a few seconds. But then I remembered why I hated our relationship." He smiled then, and Jasmine's pulse picked up, "We could never just chill and talk about random stuff like you and I can. I just thought it wasn't worth having a girlfriend who I couldn't communicate with."

"Oh. That makes sense." Jasmine said, almost in a whisper. Was it just her, or was the air getting too hot around her? She pulled her collar away from her neck, trying to control her body temperature with some of the cool night air.

"Yeah." He responded softly.

She looked up at him silently, blinking and trying to control her flushing from the intensity of his gaze. She licked her lips nervously, and her breath caught when Logan's eyes trailed momentarily to her lips. Jasmine recognized the expression on his face, and her pulse quickened immeasurably.

"S-so, umm… great night tonight." Jasmine stammered, babbling stupidly. "I had a really good time you know. It's too bad we got kicked out of the show though. I really wanted to know what was going to happen–"

"Stop talking." He said in a low tone, stepping much closer to her.

Jasmine's words died in her throat, and she stared up at him, paralyzed by his azure eyes. Her face erupted in colour. She was panicking. Jasmine had been kissed by other guys before, but this was Logan. Her best friend. Best friends didn't kiss other best friends. What would this mean for their future? What would happen to them? But she would be lying if she said she didn't want him to kiss her.

"Logan…"

She released a soft sigh when he cupped her jaw with his hand and leaned down. She could smell the scent of his cologne, feel his body's heat. Her last reservations left her mind, and Jasmine's eyes slowly drifted shut.

Then the door of their apartment flew open with a loud bang as the doorknob smashed into the wall of the foyer. Logan's half lidded gaze widened in surprise, and he and Jasmine snapped away from each other, blushes on both of their faces. Jasmine shook her head quickly, trying to snap out of the little trance she had fallen into.

"Jasmine!" Lindy cried, "You're home! Great!"

"Y-yeah." Jasmine stuttered, looking up at Logan briefly before averting her gaze to her shoes. He looked just as shocked as she did. What had they been about to do?

"Go home Logan." Lindy said, shooting him an affectionate look of annoyance, "You're a nuisance."

"Whatever Lindy." He replied. He turned to Jasmine and smiled, not quite meeting her gaze. He scratched the back of his head, "I'll, uh… See you later?"

"Yeah." Jasmine replied, clearing her throat when her voice came out ragged, "Yes. See you later."

"Night ladies." He said as he turned around and left.

Lindy shook her head at Jasmine, "Sure as hell helped you dodge a bullet, huh Jaz?"

Lindy walked back into the apartment with a cocky, smug raised eyebrow directed at Jasmine. Narrowing her eyes, Jasmine spun on her heel and followed her in, shutting the door forcefully.

Hell no.

"What the hell Lindy?!" Jasmine shouted.

Lindy turned around in confusion and hearing the commotion, Delia turned around from her seat on the counter and watched the two.

"Are you mad about what just happened? I have a perfectly good explan–"

"I'm so gonna get you!" Jasmine cried, hopping onto Lindy's back and hitting her semi playfully with her purse. Lindy squealed and stumbled around, trying to keep her balance while cowering from Jasmine's assault.

Delia watched the exchange in amusement, a knowing smile on her face. "What happened?"

"I was this fucking close to getting a kiss! And Lindy cockblocked me!"

"Jasmine! I saved your ass! If he had kissed you, he probably would've had some sort of dejavu!"

"Wait, what?"

Jasmine froze and paused, eyebrows furrowed. Was it possible that he could remember something from some little kiss? She slid off of Lindy's back, sighing and rubbing her face.

"What have I done…?" Jasmine asked slowly, staring at her hands.

Delia hopped off the counter, disappointed that the show was over much too soon, "What you almost did, Jaz, was set up unnecessary complications. Regardless of whether or not Logan had déjà vu, kissing him would have started up a mess of your friendship. Lindy really did save you."

"You're right…" Jasmine had been happy about what had almost occurred but her friends were right. No matter how much she wanted to kiss Logan, an action of that caliber could have derailed the friendship. Especially since she wasn't entirely sure it could have just been waved off as a purely platonic kiss.

But that still left the question: why did Logan try to kiss her? She didn't want to get her hopes too high up, but there were usually only a few reasons why a guy wanted to kiss a girl. And though Logan was pretty flirtatious and a skirt chaser, that didn't mean he thought predominantly with his other head. He had to have a reason.

"Jasmine you've got to end this charade." Lindy sighed, "Before things start getting crazy."

Jasmine knew Lindy was right. "You're right… But I'm not ready to tell him yet. I need some time."

Delia shrugged, "That's fine, but who's to say that you'll have that much time left? Again, you're gambling with Garrett as a pawn, remember? He's a loose cannon."

"I've dealt with him accordingly. But for now, I really do need time." She didn't know when she'd be ready, but she needed to make sure her relationship with Logan was safe before she revealed her secret. She turned to Lindy, "I thought you had a date tonight?"

"He wasn't exactly what I was looking for." Lindy shook her head in dismay, "Here I thought he could be the best boyfriend. It's amazing how quickly people change between the first and second date."

Delia laughed, "Apparently, he was a total babe too. But she didn't want him because he has different political views."

"There's nothing wrong with that Deels." Lindy snapped in offense. "At least it's reasonable. You judge guys based on their abilities to play cards."

"Who the hell talks about politics on the second date?" Jasmine snorted, rummaging through her purse for her phone, "What's his name? I gotta see a picture of him."

"Turner Wright."

Jasmine dug through her purse, moving around the multiple makeup products, receipts, and old gum wrappers. That was weird. Her phone was usually always in the zip up pocket with her wallet. If not there, nestled at the bottom with her other unnecessary purse crap.

"…Where's my phone?"

Jasmine patted her pockets slowly and then frantically, as she realized the coveted cellular device was no longer in her possession.

Delia glanced at her, "I don't know. It wasn't in your hand when you walked in. Maybe you left it in the theater?"

"No…" Jasmine frowned, thinking, "That can't be it. I was reading an email on the way back from…"

Shit.

"What?" Lindy asked, a bit concerned with why Jasmine stopped talking. "What's wrong?"

"It's in Logan's car." She stared at them with wide eyes in shock. "I left my phone in Logan's car."

Delia gave her a look, "So?"

"So Logan likes to butt into people's business and read their text messages!"

"What's so bad about that?"

"Well let's see." Jasmine said sarcastically, "Aside from the numerous texts I've sent you guys about this situation, and the threatening texts I've sent Garrett not to reveal I was the one Logan slept with, what could possibly be so bad about him reading my texts?"

Delia and Lindy's eyebrows slowly rose, and their mouths dropped open, gaping at her.

"…Shit."