I've seen a couple comments asking, so I'll let you know right now: This is not a preggers fic.
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Disclaimer: I don't own IDDI and I'm only using the characters to entertain!
This wasn't happening right now.
Jasmine wasn't sure how long she stood there and stared at his sleeping form, but she was sure the sun had set and risen again by the time she finally snapped out of her little trance. She swallowed thickly and rose a hand to her upper arm, pinching sharply.
She was dreaming right? This was all just a bad (good?) dream, right?
But when she opened her eyes, she was still staring at Logan.
"…what the fuck…" she said breathlessly.
I slept with Logan?
The realization hit her like a ton of bricks, and she found herself unable to support her own weight anymore. She tumbled to the ground like a sack of potatoes and sat there staring up at him in shock. It was almost surreal, this experience. It felt like the day she lost her virginity to Jacob Noland after senior prom all over again. Only this time, much much worse (better?), because this was Logan Watson.
Her best friend.
And also the brother of her other best friend. And the best friend of her other best friend. And the best friend of her other other best friend.
Case in point: this wouldn't be good for their friendship. Or the friendship of the group.
Her head fell into her palms, and she rubbed her face tiredly. What had she done? Their friendship would be ruined now. Not to mention how screwed up their group would become if it got out that they slept with each other. They would be awkward forever, and she wouldn't be able to talk to or face him now without seeing him naked. (Although that didn't sound too bad to be honest). He could never know.
So first things first, she had to get the hell out of there. She shakily lifted herself back to her feet and made quick work of finding her clothes. Now that she realized whose room she was in, it wasn't difficult to figure out where to look for stuff, since she had been in here before. Just not in a situation like this. Great… Now she'd never be able to be in his room again without remembering what had transpired in here.
She yanked on her clothes, and tried not cringe at how gross everything felt on her oversensitive skin. She lifted up her thong from the ground—or what was left of it—and grimaced in disgust. There was no way she could ever use it again. She couldn't believe he had actually ripped it. Just what kind of crazy shenanigans had occurred? On the other side of his room, near his closet, she found a used condom plastered to her hooker heels and whimpered in disgust as she peeled it off to get the shoes. She would burn those pumps. No matter how cute they were, there was no way she was going to keep them after today.
She walked into the bathroom opposite his room door, pulling her emergency brush from her purse and trying to fix her hair into a somewhat acceptable shape. There was nothing she could do about the flatness, but at least she could tame it so that she wouldn't look like she had just gotten laid. Even if she had. Sure, she had her fair share of fun every once in a while, but she didn't want the whole world to know what she was up to last night. And quite frankly, she didn't want look like she was taking the walk of shame. Logan deserved better than that.
Logan and Garrett lived pretty close to campus in the campus associated apartments, and even though she knew people would be sleeping off their hangovers and studying today and basically just staying in, there was a high chance some people were outside. Jasmine didn't want to risk somebody recognizing her and spreading rumors. Finishing up, she primped as best as she could and adjusted and readjusted her shirt and shorts to try to make herself look the most presentable and hide the evidence of her activities last night. It would be a somewhat long walk back home, so she had to make sure it wasn't obvious what she came from.
She checked her phone quickly and saw she had received a text from Lindy telling her she had a massive hangover and couldn't make brunch that morning. Jasmine sighed in relief, glad that she wouldn't have to make any excuses as to why she wasn't able to come to brunch that morning.
Jasmine peeked out of the bathroom door to see if the coast was clear. The apartment was dark and quiet, so she assumed either Garrett was still asleep, or he had gone somewhere already. Heels in hand and purse in the other, she carefully tiptoed out of the bathroom and through the living room, taking care to watch out for any corner that she knew she could, and probably would, injure herself on. She cast one last fleeting look in the direction of Logan's bedroom before slinking out the front door. As soon as she reached the lobby of the mini-complex, she snuck on her heels and took off across the campus back home.
~.~.~
Jasmine, Lindy, and Delia lived in an off-campus apartment slightly close to the university, but on the other side of campus from the boys. So naturally, by the time she reached their door, her legs were absolutely shot. It didn't help that she was walking funnily and going commando in her leather booty shorts was causing some serious chafing down there. It was altogether unpleasant. Especially when she had passed her econ professor on her early morning jog. Dr. Bentley was fairly young compared to some of the other professors and had definitely known what Jasmine was coming from. Her face had been set in an annoying little smirk as she passed. Jasmine had been tempted to flip her off, but she doubted that would be appreciated by her professor very much.
Jasmine unlocked the door and walked into the apartment, hoping that maybe the girls wouldn't be awake right now. Maybe Lindy wouldn't even be here, and Jasmine could hide this for the time being.
No such luck.
Delia and Lindy were sitting on the couch in front of the TV, chilling and watching some cartoons. Delia was loudly laughing her butt off while Lindy was sporting a pair of shades and looked like she was about to strangle Delia. Jasmine mentally groaned. In order to reach the hallway that led to her room, she'd have to cross the living room, but in doing so, there was no way the girls would miss her.
Taking a deep breath and steeling her nerves, she straightened her back and walked nonchalantly past the two with a casual wave.
"Hey Deels. Lindy. What's up?" She continued her briskly paced walk past them, hoping they would just ignore her and let her get away scot free.
Lindy pulled her shades off and started laughing, "Jaz, you look like roadkill. Why are you limping?"
Jasmine froze and grimaced when realization dawned on both her friends' faces, and they stared at her in silent shock. Jasmine could literally see the moment of clarity when the light bulbs lit up on their heads.
Lindy's eyes popped open like saucers, "You totally hooked up with someone last night! Yes! I'm not losing anymore!" She pumped her fist in the air, but then grimaced and held her head when it throbbed.
"Shhhh! Would you keep it down?!" Jasmine hissed, "I don't want the whole world and a bag of chips knowing!"
Delia laughed, "I was wondering where you were this morning." She moved the bowl of chips resting on the coffee table and patted the vacant area in a beckoning motion. Jasmine rolled her eyes, but couldn't see herself getting out of this one. She walked around the table with an annoyed sigh and sat in front of their scrutinizing eyes. "So who was it?"
"I'm not telling you that." she snapped.
"Nuh uh uh." Lindy singsonged condescendingly. "The rules of our bet specifically state that we must say the name of the hookup partner and rate them. The rating can be neglected provided that we were too drunk to remember."
Jasmine cringed, "Trust me, Lind. You don't want to know."
"But if you say it like that, that does make me want to know! Spill!"
Delia grinned, "Yeah, Jasmine. Spill!"
"Spill!"
"Spill!"
"Spill!"
"Spill!"
"Spill!"
"Spill!"
"Spill!"
"Alright dammit!" Her friends could be so annoying sometimes, "You want to know who I slept with? Fine! It was Logan, okay?"
The priceless expression on Lindy's face would have been hilarious had the situation not been so dire. And slightly awkward.
Lindy licked her dry lips and pointed a finger at herself in shock, "My brother, Logan? Or some other random Logan. Please say it was the second one."
"Yes, Lindy!" Jasmine threw her hands up in exasperation, "Apparently your brother and I did the deed, and I can't remember any of it because I was too frickin drunk. I told you I didn't want to say anything."
Delia began laughing maniacally, slapping her hand on her thigh and trying to control her laughter. Lindy just looked completely grossed out, and her face was contorted in a disbelieving expression.
"Oh my God…That is so fucking disgusting…" Lindy said, shaking her head slowly.
Jasmine grew offended. What exactly did she mean by disgusting?
"Excuse me? You're the one that wants me to go after your brother!"
"Yeah, I do, but do you really think I want to know about my brother having sex with anyone? Especially my best friend? That's just gross on a whole new level."
Delia sobered up and rose a brow, amused. "So what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to pretend it never happened. I don't remember all that much of it anyway." Except for the part before her memories blanked out when she kissed him, and he reciprocated. She couldn't remember anything after that, so she might as well erase it from her memories and pretend it never happened, right?
"So was he any good?" Delia asked, slurping loudly on her soda. "I mean he had to be since you're limping and all."
Her question took them both aback, and Jasmine felt her ears burn red. How the hell was she supposed to know?! I mean, sure she kind of wanted to know, but it's not like she could just magically unblock her memories and remember. But hell, it had been a while since she was left limping after the act. That was kind of impressive in its own right. Her blush spread to her cheeks, and she bit her lip in embarrassment.
Lindy shot Delia a disgusted look, "Really? You're gonna ask a question like that in front of me?"
Delia shrugged with one shoulder and nonchalantly stole Lindy's chip from her fingertips midway to her mouth, "C'mon. Don't you wanna know the gory details of Jasmine's drunken night of sex? Just pretend it isn't your brother."
Lindy rolled her eyes, "Maybe a little, but just so we're perfectly clear. This is waaaay TMI. And pretty gross."
Jasmine frowned, "I'm not about to tell you guys about this! Because it never happened."
"Let's 'pretend' it did for a second." Delia grinned sardonically, "Was it good? Logan is pretty tall and he's got large hands and feet. Proportion wise, he should be pretty—"
Lindy slapped a hand on her mouth, "Deels? Here's the line. You're crossing it."
Lindy turned to Jasmine, "Look Jasmine. I don't know exactly how you feel right now, and I know he's been your crush for some time now but clearly some pretty big stuff happened between you two, and you need to talk about it with him. Especially since you've been best friends for so long. And especially if he remembers or finds out."
"And how the hell would that conversation start out? Oh hey Logan! I saw you at a party last night and ripped your pants off!"
Delia's eyes were sparkling, "You ripped his pants off? Sweet!"
Jasmine rolled her eyes, "Can we please talk about something else, like Delia's hookup for example? She seems all too keen to talk about it?"
Delia laughed, "What hookup? Brent and I ended up playing UNO all night."
Lindy looked at Delia incredulously, "You went home with Brent Kevler last night and all you played was UNO?"
She shrugged, "I'm not all that huge on the whole college hookup thing. I prefer to see if a man knows his card games."
"Card games?" Lindy rolled her eyes to the sky, "Delia, I've known you for so many years, and you still are an enigma."
"If a man can play cards like nobody's business, he's a keeper." Delia ignored the comment and continued. "Brent was an okay card player. I'm not sure I'll try him anymore though."
Jasmine was glad their conversation had gotten sidetracked. Now that their attention was no longer on her, she could try to sneak away and get to her room and privacy before this interrogation continued. But just as she got up, both girls turned their attention to her.
"Where do you think you're going? We're not through with you." Lindy menaced playfully.
Jasmine mentally groaned. She didn't want to have to deal with this today. She was beyond done with the day, and it had barely started.
"Guys, I love you, but I really can't talk about this anymore. It's really messing me up!"
Delia patted Jasmine's arm consolingly, "Look, if it makes you feel better, we'll put off talking about it for a little bit, because this did happen recently. But we can't just leave it hanging like this. In the meantime, even if you don't tell us, you have to do some soul searching about what this means for your relationship. What are you uncomfortable about? You had sex with your crush who just happens to also be your best friend. By all means, you should be jumping for joy. But you're not. You need to figure out why. Because when the initial shock wears off and you finally come to terms with what has happened, you need to be ready with your 'What happens next' plan when that time rolls around. Especially if he knows by then."
They both stared at Delia in shock. That was so perceptive and such frighteningly good advice that they couldn't help but wonder for a few seconds if this girl was really their crazy best friend. Delia was right. Why did she feel so uncomfortable with the whole situation? It was something she would have to think long and hard about, but it was making her head throb in pain. Maybe later, after she took a long nap.
"Th-Thank you. We will talk about it later. Just not now, because, you know… my head feels like a hammer is having a party with some drums. In my head." Jasmine stood up from the table and hobbled in her heels toward the hallway that led to her room. "I'm gonna go shower and get some real shut eye. See you guys later."
Delia nodded and nudged Lindy after Jasmine had left. "Check out those outrageous hickeys on her legs. Someone definitely got some head."
She gestured to Jasmine's legs where the short shorts revealed the small red marks in her inner thigh, way too close to her precious zone.
Lindy was not amused. "OH GROSS!"
Somewhere from deeper in the apartment, Jasmine yelled at them to shut up.