I've gotten a couple of reviews stating I don't update fast enough so I felt I should address those:

I'm sorry if you feel I am not updating as quickly as you would like, however, as a student with exams coming up and someone who holds a part time job 7 days a week for a good four hours, I don't have the time to be updating every week. I know it's unfortunate, and I know it irritates you guys. I'm sorry about that, but there is nothing I can do to make it go faster. Yes, I will do my best to update as best as I can, but I cannot put aside my important work all for the sake of writing my stories. School and work always come first for me. As it should for you. I'll continue to do my best to update as frequently as I can, but I am making no promises that they will be as fast as you want. I'm sorry if that annoys you, but that's just the way it is. Good news is, in two weeks time, I will be done with my semester and you can expect a ton more updates of the story, if I haven't finished it by then.

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"Where is that damn blowdryer?" Jasmine muttered under her breath, opening Lindy's bathroom cabinet to check if maybe her best friend had borrowed it and forgotten to return it to its proper place. It wasn't there.

"Hey Lindy?" she shouted to the living room, poking her head out into the hallway, "Where's the blowdryer?"

There was no response.

"…Lindy?" she shouted again. "…Delia? Anyone home?"

Frowning in annoyance, she headed to the main room of their apartment, rubbing her head with the towel so she wouldn't drip all over the carpet. The living room was deserted, and it didn't seem like anyone was home. Jasmine saw a yellow post-it on the fridge and went to check it out.

Hey Jaz. Deels has a Nerds R Us meeting tonight, and I'm going out to see a movie with that cutie from the game that gave me his number. Remember him? Gorgeous McDreamy Smexy Pants? There's some soup on the fridge if you're hungry. Delia ate all the leftover shrimp scampi and no way I was gonna cook for you.

Hugs and kisses babe.

P.S: I borrowed your super cute red frock. I would've asked you, but you were asleep and I didn't want to wake you.

Jasmine rolled her eyes and pulled the can of soup from on top of the fridge, responding to her stomach's loud grumbling. The expiration date on the can was April. Of the previous year.

"Bitches…" she grumbled under her breath.

They always left her to fend for herself whenever she woke up from hangover naps. Groaning in annoyance, after rummaging around and through their mess of leftovers in the fridge, she finally pulled some ingredients to make some black bean noodles. She didn't want to cook but that was better than starving.

Flipping the switch on their vintage home stereo, she tuned the FM radio to a 70s station she liked to play when she was recovering from hangovers. Don't ask her why. She just enjoyed it.

She set the cut veggies to heat on the frying pan, rubbing her wet hair as she waited for the heat to increase to proper temperature.

The lag in activities left her mind wandering back to the events earlier that morning. Jasmine's shoulders slumped in fatigue. The little bit of peace she had been feeling in her mind after her long nap was completely destroyed, and she felt trepidation once again at what she would have to do.

Sure, right now, she wasn't on edge because she wasn't seeing Logan, but how long could she avoid him before he became suspicious? Their group didn't have as much time to hang out some days, but if she never showed up to their gatherings, it would eventually be noticeable.

What would she do about The Incident? So maybe she was a little happy about accidentally sleeping with Logan, but what difference did it make if he didn't care for her or have any feelings for her? He was a flirt by nature, and she certainly didn't want to get worked up about anything, especially if he had no intentions to follow it up with a relationship.

"So that's it…" she muttered under her breath, realizing why she was so messed up by the situation in the first place.

She was scared to tell him about what happened because she was afraid he wouldn't want to be with her for the long run. If Logan found out they slept together and decided it meant nothing, it would destroy her. She nodded slowly, finally understanding why it had freaked her out so much.

"Well that just means he can never know then." She decided, stirring the cucumbers and onions in the pan to keep them from sticking.

There was no way she was ever going to tell him. And that way, there was no way she could ever get her heart broken.

"That's it!" she clapped her hands together as if getting rid of some dust, "I rid myself of this issue for life. It never happened!"

~.~.~

"On the radio! Whooooooaaa~ On the radio!"

As her noodles boiled in the pot, Jasmine ran her hands through her dry hair next to the kitchen sink, getting out some of the bigger knots while singing along to one of her favorite tunes on the radio. She heard the sound of the doorbell and froze in her motions, turning down the radio and straining her ears to see if she had heard correctly.

That's probably Delia…

The doorbell rang again, and she set her stirring spoon down, going to the door to open it for her friend.

"Hey Deels. I made food, but I'm not sharing so you'll have to find—"

It wasn't Delia at the door.

Jasmine choked on her spit, yelping in surprise.

It was just her luck that she finally found her resolve, and he showed up! What the hell was her life?!

"You okay there Jasmine?"

She swallowed thickly and whacked her chest, trying to get control of herself. And her face. She was absolutely positive her cheeks were turning pink.

"Yeah, I'm good…" she tapered off, frowning when she realized Logan wasn't paying attention.

Logan wasn't looking at her face. He was looking at her legs.

Quite intensely, might I add.

Frowning, Jasmine shifted in her position, moving to the right to see if his gaze would follow. It did.

Okay. So yeah. He was definitely looking at her legs. Checking them out maybe? Then again, she was wearing her lounging shorts, a pair of tiny shorts that barely covered her tush. They were the perfect pair of shorts to entice the male species with her well-crafted, smoothly shaven, long legs.

"Take a picture, Logan. It'll last a lifetime." She commented drily, nonchalantly crossing her legs one in front of the other. (And mentally squealing in delight.)

Logan shook his head, as if he was clearing his thoughts and gave her a sheepish smile, "Sorry." He pointed to the juncture where her upper legs connected, "You look like you had a good night."

What the heck was he talking… Oh.

The hickeys.

Jasmine burned red and pulled her t-shirt down even farther, trying to hide some of the evidence.

"That's none of your business, hickey man!" she snapped, getting defensive and embarrassed. He had seen the hickeys! There couldn't be anything more embarrassing than Logan finding out that she'd had a rowdy night. Even if he was the one who put them there. It was still awkward! Was that what he had been staring at?

Logan laughed, rubbing his neck, "Hickey man?"

"Shut up! You have more hickeys than I do on your neck!"

"Can I come in?"

She blinked rapidly, trying to understand what he was asking, "Uh… um, well, you know, Lindy isn't here."

"That's fine. I didn't really want to ask Lindy." He held up a couple of drinks from Starbucks. "Mocha Fraps. Bought them as a gift."

"A gift? That doesn't sound much like you."

"Well, not so much a gift as a bribe."

"That sounds like you." she chuckled, stepping aside and letting him in. She tried to keep her nerves down as he followed her to the other side of their kitchen island. They were alone in this apartment, but that didn't mean she had to act odd. If she acted anything less than normal, he would be suspicious. Besides, it didn't seem like he was worked up about who he slept with. And it didn't seem like he cared all that much. This probably wouldn't be too bad. She just had to act normal.

Jasmine swallowed deeply and steeled her face back to a normal expression before spinning around and facing his direction. She mixed her noodles in the pot slowly, keeping her mind on her cooking to keep from having to look directly at him. It was necessary since she kept seeing him naked…

"I'm trying to find someone…" Logan continued, "Hey that smells good! Whatcha making?"

…And to be honest, it wasn't such a bad view. She tilted her head and remembered the image of his tousled hair and sweaty back when he was lying in the bed while she made her escape. He really had spectacular sex hair… Seriously. Mmm mmm mmm… That was some nice imagery…

"Uh Jaz? You okay? You've been spilling water out of your pot for a while now." his eyes were narrowed. She was staring at him vacantly.

Jasmine gasped and shook her head rapidly, dropping the mixing spoon. "Oh right. Uh yeah! I'm good." She ran a hand through her fluffy hair, laughing nervously, "Yeah, I'm good."

Logan frowned, "Anywaaaays, crazy." He pushed one of the coffee drinks forward, "I need a favor. This is my payment."

"A favor? What for?" Jasmine picked up the drink, inspecting it for any kind of dangers or hazards to her health. Logan had a habit of buying things for people and then "improving" them. The last thing she wanted to do was drink something with a hint of Gatorade mixed in for electrolytes. Or worse. She took a sip of the drink tentatively.

"Well I'm looking for a girl. I slept with someone yesterday, and I can't figure out who it was."

Jasmine choked on her drink and set it down rapidly, her cheeks turning pink. Some of it spilled on her hand and dribbled on her chin, and she grabbed some napkins to clean herself up.

Oh God…

"Hey, hey! Are you okay? This is the second time I've seen you choke in only a few minutes." Logan was concerned with her behaviour.

Jasmine raggedly tried to catch her breath and turned off the stove, trying to keep her fingers from shaking. Dammit! It was just her luck that Logan wanted to find the girl. But then again, there was no need to get worried. She could just convince him it wasn't such a good idea and then everything would be all right, right?

"Are you sure you want to find her Logan? I mean, if she left before you woke up, doesn't that mean that she's not interested? It's better that you cut your losses." Jasmine threw away the napkin and picked up the Mocha Frappuccino, taking a huge gulp to try and calm herself down.

"That's what I thought too at first, until I found this!"

Logan yanked out a brush from his jacket pocket, and upon seeing it, Jasmine spewed out everything she had just put in her mouth in shock. The drink sprayed all over the kitchen table, and Logan jumped back in alarm.

Why the fuck does he have my brush?!

Logan wiped some of the spittle that got on his hand off on his jeans in disgust, "You know, you're seriously jumpy today. What's your deal?"

"Where the hell did you get that?!" Jasmine exclaimed, gripping the counter so hard, her fingertips had gone white. She hadn't even realized her emergency brush had been missing from her purse!

"She left it in my bathroom this morning…" he tapered off.

Crap! I must have left it when I went to his bathroom to freshen up! Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Logan frowned and looked up when he realized what she had said, "Wait… Do you know whose brush this is?"

"Huh?" Shit. Jasmine tried to make her face as innocent eyed and neutral as possible, "No! Of course not! I've never seen this brush in my life." She scoffed, "Of course I don't know whose brush that is."

"You sure?" His eyes narrowed, "You looked pretty surprised when you saw it. Not to mention your little freak out just now."

"I'm positive Logan. I've never seen that brush before in my life. I-I just thought it was pretty!" She insisted, sweat dripping down her back and armpits. But how was she supposed to get it back now? Hopefully, Logan hadn't found the initials on the brush yet. It would take someone with a keen eye for minute details to be able to see it and Logan was not —

"Garrett also found some initials on the brush. A J and a K. So I need your help finding girls on this campus with the initials J and K."

Garrett. Of course.

Damn you Garrett and your anal retentiveness!

Well this was just one big clusterfuck. Was the world out to get her or something?! Jasmine had made the mistake to sleep with him and now just when she made the decision to pretend it never happened and drop it from her life, Logan decided to pursue. This was so out of character for him! Lindy was always complaining about Logan's frequent sexual escapades, and how he never gave a crap. Why did he suddenly decide to grow a conscious and return the brush now?! She had to convince him not to pursue his interest!

"There are over 8000 people on this campus Logan. Finding a girl with the initials JK will be a lot of hard work… This isn't worth getting caught up in."

"While that may be true, we can narrow it down to the girls who came to the party last night. At least one of them has to be the one."

Jasmine released a long, tired breath through her mouth. "Why do you need my help?" Quite frankly, she didn't want to help him. She didn't want to possibly open up any chances for him to realize that it was her.

To be honest, she was surprised neither Logan nor Garrett had suspected her in the first place. But then again, she guessed that did make sense. Afterall, who slept with best friend anyway? Jasmine supposed at the very least, she could guide him on some wild goose chase until he got tired of looking and gave up. Somewhere along the way, she could snatch up her brush and get it back and just make him think he lost it.

"You know tons of people on campus, don't you? Could you help me compile a list of girls with these initials?"

"Sure. Why not…" Jasmine picked up her fallen towel, and cut off the radio, the sick feeling in her stomach growing. "But don't be surprised if you don't find her Logan. This could be a very unsuccessful mission." It would be a very unsuccessful mission. She would make sure of that.

"Thanks Jaz. I owe you one." Logan's eyes lit up as if he got an idea, "Hey! You had an ONS last night too, right. I can help you find someone, if you want?"

"No, there's no need. Besides, I already know who it was…" she mumbled.

"Yeah? Who's the guy?" He gestured to the hickeys, interested in finding out who she'd nailed this time.

Jasmine's eyes narrowed. "Just some idiot that doesn't know when to let go when he should. If he knows what's good for him, he should just leave well enough alone." She stated cryptically.

Logan didn't catch the jab. "Well that's kind of harsh. He probably just likes you, Jasmine."

She snorted, "Oh yeah. He likes me alright. As a friend."

"Well friends don't just sleep with other friends. At least, not unless they like each other."

"Or they're drunk." She muttered under her breath.

"I'm sure the reason he won't back off is because he likes you more than a friend."

"Doubt it… He's already shown his indifference through many years." It was kind of interesting getting Logan's perspective. Of course, it was amusing how he was misunderstanding and didn't realize she was referring to him and a whole other situation, but oddly enough, it was reassuring her about her place in his heart.

"Jasmine, I'm telling you. A guy doesn't just sleep with one of his girl friends for no reason. He's got to like her to some degree."

She paused in mixing her noodles and vegetables in the black bean paste and looked up, scrutinizing his expression. Was he trying to say something subliminally, or was she looking too much into this? Logan wasn't all that clever, and judging by his expression, she didn't think he had any hidden meanings behind his words. It was probably just her wishful thinking.

"Thanks Logan. That does make me feel a little better." She lied. His words were reassuring, but he was assuming the two friends were sober. In their situation, their inhibitions had been dropped rather extensively, so she didn't think it applied. Would he still have slept with her had they been sober? She didn't think so. And there was no way she was going to ask. Not yet anyway. It was too soon, and Logan was too alert for her to bring up such an odd and suspicious question.

He shrugged, "Hey no problem. So when do we start looking for her?"

"How about I compile a list of your possible candidates, and then we can start looking for your mystery girl tomorrow?"

"Sounds like a plan to me. Thanks."

He stood up with the rest of the coffee to leave, and Jasmine realized she wanted to spend more time with him. These days, it wasn't often that they got some alone time together, and even though she couldn't stop seeing the image of his adorable butt and legs tangled in those sheets, that didn't mean that she didn't want to hang out. They were still friends first, even though she was pining for him.

"Hey, Logan? Do you wanna, you know, watch some TV or something?" she shrugged, though her heart was racing. "You're bored. I'm bored. We can chill here a while."

Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes.

"Really? Thanks." He said gratefully, "Garrett's pretty pissed about the trashed apartment, and he's been driving me nuts all day with his cleaning and complaining. I just wanna get away from that for a while."

"Well then allow me to provide the escape." She mock bowed, "We've got some chips in the upper cabinets near the microwave. But don't touch those pita chips. Those are Delia's. And you know how she feels about her chips."

"Noted."

He went off to get the snacks, and Jasmine sighed in relief as she headed to their living room's couch with her bowl of noodles. This wasn't so bad. Sure, she could never look at Logan the same ever again, but she could still talk to him normally and hang out with him. This would be a piece of cake. As long as he never found out they had slept together, they would be fine.

This would be her little secret for life.