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Logan sat up slowly with a groan, mind racing, sweat staining his sheets, and a severe case of blue balls. It was almost too painful to move.

Okay, so Logan had had wet dreams before. He was a twenty year old guy with an active sex drive. It wasn't uncommon for him to have a particularly raunchy dream every once in a while. So he never usually got worked up about dreams of doing hot women. And he never got worked up about waking up with morning wood. It came with the territory. A quick wank in the shower could easily take care of that.

But this particular dream wasn't like the other ones. It was strange. For one thing, it came fragmented and disjointed. It was like a broken scene from a movie. He could see himself screwing the girl, and he could see them moving, but the girl's face was a total blank, either obscured by her hair or just a blur. And just when he thought he could see her face, the scene would change. It was one of the oddest and most frustrating dreams he had ever had. Especially because he had woken up right before he came.

The girl in question, he could see that she had long chestnut brown hair, but that was just about all he could remember. No doubt this was a recollection of Saturday night. But now he was even more curious as to whom she was. And he couldn't for the life of him remember how they had gotten to his room in the first place. Who was she?

Annoyed at his inability to remember, he slipped out of bed, pulling off his sweaty boxers and throwing them into his dirty laundry pile. His digital clock read 5:00 PM. Well, he'd definitely slept through all his classes. Whatever. He had bigger things to worry about than Stat.

He was rummaging around his drawers for a clean towel halfheartedly when his door suddenly opened.

"Rise and shine sleepyhead!" Jasmine shouted loudly and energetically.

"Hmm…?"

He turned to look over his shoulder and saw Jasmine at his door out of the corner of his eye, who promptly squealed and slammed his door shut.

"Are you an idiot?! Why didn't you warn me you were changing?!" Jasmine exclaimed through the door.

"You came in of your own accord." He fought the urge to laugh. "You should really learn to knock. What if you walked in on something?"

"Shut up!"

Logan laughed and wrapped the clean towel around his waist. He walked to the door, opening it nonchalantly, although he wondered if Jasmine had seen his "little" problem. Oh well. No use trying to hide it now.

She was standing facing the opposite wall from his door with her arms crossed, tapping her foot on the ground in annoyance. His gaze dropped straight to her legs, and he was slightly disappointed to see she was wearing leggings today. Yesterday, he had originally been intrigued as to whether or not those were hickeys on her legs, but he wasn't going to lie. After a while, he knew he had just been checking them out. Could you blame him? She had some really nice legs. It had been difficult to take his eyes off them, especially while they were watching TV, and she kept rearranging her position and finding new ways to torture him with the tantalizing images. He didn't know what it was about legs, but damn, they were a definite turn on.

Whoa…

He stopped the direction of his thoughts before they got crazy. Sure Jasmine had attractive legs, but that was no reason to lust after them like a horny school boy. She was his best friend. If she knew where his thoughts had been leading him yesterday, she'd probably bash his head in with their econ book. Then again. He couldn't help it. He was definitely a leg man.

"What're you doing here anyway?" he asked.

She turned around, and her frown slowly fell as her gaze slid down from his face, down to his neck, past his chest, no doubt to the little problem he hadn't had a chance to take care of yet. She looked dazed.

What's this? Is little Jasmine getting turned on?

Shit… He was getting turned on by the way she was looking at his crotch. If she saw him react, he'd never be able to live down the embarrassment. She'd mock him for life. And then she'd probably tell Lindy and Delia and they'd mock him for life. He had to control the situation.

"See something you like Jasmine?" he quipped, fighting the blush that threatened to overtake his face, "Take a picture. It'll last a lifetime."

"No." She snapped her gaze back up to his, answering snidely though her cheeks were slowly rouging. "I've already seen you naked anyway."

Well that was news to him. Logan frowned, "Wait what? When?"

Jasmine's eyes went wide, and she licked her lips nervously. "When we were kids! Y-you know? When we went to the pool and your shorts came off?"

Logan remembered going to the pool a lot with his friends, but he definitely didn't remember losing his trunks. That was something that would be unforgettable to a kid. Jasmine looked like she was mentally cursing herself in her mind.

"That doesn't sound familiar at all." He said slowly.

"Well it happened, okay?" She spun on her heel, storming off to their living room. "I have the list ready so can you hurry up and get done showering so we can get this over with?"

He watched her go with an amused smile on his face. Jasmine was so cute when she was flustered. It was fun to rile her up.

But she was right. They had a job to do, and he couldn't waste any more time. The state of his mornings depended on this!

~.~.~

"Alright." Logan emerged from the kitchen with a bowl of cereal. "What do you have?"

He plopped down next to Jasmine and duly noted how she seemed to stiffen and scootch slightly away from him. Was she still feeling awkward about earlier? He didn't think it would bother her that much. Their whole group of friends were comfortable with each other and had been around each other for years, so one of them was bound to walk in on the other naked. Hell, during their freshman year, Delia had walked in on Garrett using the bathroom and no one had made such a big fuss. Well, except Garrett. He had been offended that Delia had laughed so hard.

"Well," Jasmine flipped through a mini notepad, mentally counting off the names, "I found all the girls on campus with first and last names JK. And then I realized the two initials could be for a double name, so I added girls with double names JK. And then I realized that JK could be first and middle name so I added those girls. And then I realized JK could be middle and last name if they go by middle name so I added those girls. And then I realized JK could have been a dude—"

Logan cut her off. He was not amused, "She was a girl, trust me."

Jasmine had a devious smile on her face, "How do you know Logie? Weren't you super drunk? How do you know it wasn't a guy?"

"Because she had long chesnut brown hair!" he asserted, but he couldn't deny that his resolve had slipped a bit. He couldn't remember what he'd seen in the dream… Did she have boobs? Or was it a flat chest?

Jasmine's grin grew, and she bit her lip to keep from smiling outright, "I dunno Logan… There are some guys with pretty long hair on campus…"

She had a point. That'd be a pretty new experience though. He was pretty sure he would remember sleeping with a guy. Besides, Garrett said he'd heard her all night.

"Okay… Let's just say, for the sake of simplicity, that it was a girl."

"Fine." She crossed off a bunch of names on the list, "At first, I was going to cross names off based off of their year, but then I realized that if we were all drunk at the party, how would we even know the year of the people who came in? It's not like there's any way to check. I mean, maybe Garrett would know, but it's not like he knows every person in every year."

"True…" Logan munched on the Cocoa Puffs, deep in thought. He was starting to realize that this job was much harder than he originally assumed. Jasmine was watching him out of the corner of her eye with thinly veiled anticipation on her face.

"We can always stop this wild goose chase, you know? You don't have to look for her."

"No way!" he exclaimed, "I have to find her."

Jasmine looked momentarily disappointed, but she quickly amended her expression and looked back at her list. "You said she had brown hair just now, right?"

"Yeah, chestnut brown, I think."

"Would you stop saying chestnut brown?" Jasmine rolled her eyes to the sky, "The colour is caramel, not chestnut brown. Gosh. At least get it right."

He stared at her, wondering how the heck she knew that. Jasmine bit her lip and made a face, looking like she was mentally banging her head against a wall.

"…What? How do you—"

"You and Garrett don't know a thing about hair colour so I figured you probably got it wrong." She quickly interjected, scribbling rapidly in her notepad to avoid his questioning gaze, "I just connected the dots. She probably had highlights in her hair, right? Most girls do these days. And it's probably lighter than Delia's right?

"…Yeah?" he was unconvinced.

"I just guessed that cuz most girls like to put lighter shades in their hair." She took a deep breath and said through clenched teeth, "Kind of like my hair, right?"

Logan stared at her hair. Actually, now that he thought about it, it was a lot like her hair. Same colour and everything. He nodded in surprise.

"Yeah! I think it's the exact same colour!"

"So then yeah. It's common sense that it is caramel brown. It's a very common colour. Brings out the cheekbones." She continued to scribble, "Don't make a big deal. We girls are very perceptive."

"Okay. So then doesn't that rule out a lot of people?" he continued, setting his bowl down once he had finished drinking the now chocolate milk. "I mean not many people have that exact colour. Let's just compare it to yours and we can cross out a bunch of girls."

"Umm… It's not that simple." Jasmine added quickly, "You see, girls are always changing their hair colour and stuff. Just because she was caramel on Saturday, doesn't mean she'll be a caramel today."

"But aren't the chances that she dyed her hair really low?"

"Don't underestimate girls, Logan. If they want to change their colour, they could do it within seconds."

He frowned, pensively, "So what does that mean? We can't cross off any of the girls with blonde or red hair or any other shades?"

"Yupp, that's exactly what that means!" she replied. A little too happily if you asked him.

His shoulders slumped in annoyance, and he groaned. "But that could take ages if we can't cross anybody out!"

"I know!" She said cheerfully, a huge grin on her face as she wrote some more names down on the list, "Doesn't it make you want to quit?"

"How many names are on your list?" he braced himself for the worst.

"Four hundred and twenty-seven girls. Freshman through seniors."

"Four hundred and twenty seven?!"

It was way worse than he thought. That could take them the rest of the semester to find all those girls!

"Isn't that a lot of girls, Logan?"

He groaned again, dropping his head in his hands, "Yeah. That's more than I was expecting."

"Mmhmm. So now doesn't it make you want to quit while you're ahead?"

"I can't say that I don't want to quit…" he muttered.

"Good! Then you should quit!" Jasmine stood up rapidly, beginning to walk away, "Let's just end this charade and you can forget all about this!"

"Nuh uh!" Logan grabbed her wrist before she was out of reach and yanked her back onto the couch. She fell on the couch with a loud plop and an 'oof', and her legs landed on his lap. Her face flared up, and she blushed to her ears.

Huh. What a weird reaction.

"I'm not giving up before fighting." She pouted and crossed her arms across her chest, turning her face away in annoyance. What was up with her? It was like she really wanted him not to find the girl for some reason. Was this one of those signals Lindy was always telling him about? Was he supposed to be reading more into this? But from how she was behaving, wouldn't that mean she liked him? But this was Jasmine he was talking about. There was no way she could possibly like him. …But then why was she so adamant in him not looking for the girl?

"Why are you so dead set on me not finding her?"

Jasmine stiffened and tried to pull her legs off his lap, but he held them down, fixing her with a suspicious look. She glanced back at him nervously before turning away again and looking out the window. He could see the blush deepening on her face. Had Jasmine always blushed this much in the past? He never noticed before.

"I-I'm not… I just don't want to be dragged all across campus just to find your mystery girl…" she muttered.

Logan chuckled softly. She really was cute when she was all flustered, "How about I make it up to you then? I'll take you out to dinner one night. On me."

He could see the smile she was trying to keep off of her face. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, biting her lip cutely, "Anywhere I want?"

"Anywhere you want." He reiterated.

"Add a movie to that deal, and I promise I won't complain about the search." She added, glancing at him quickly and then looking away as if she recalled something.

"Sure! It's a date."

"I accept then."

The small smile on her face grew then, and Logan found himself staring at her. Jasmine was cute when she was flustered, but she was definitely her most beautiful when she was smiling. And oddly enough, it made him want to run his hand up and down the smooth expanse of her legs.

When did I become such a perv?

And suddenly he had déjà vu.

Wait a minute.

That smile.

He recognized that small, slightly bashful smile.

Jasmine had been at the party. Jasmine had been smiling at the party. She'd been smiling at him! But when did that happen? Had they been sitting like this at the party? No wait… He was pretty sure there'd been someone on his lap at some point. Had it been Jasmine?

Logan was about to ask her when Garrett came into the apartment looking exhausted. He saw them on the couch and made a face.

"Jasmine? Wasn't expecting you here. Why're you guys sitting like that?"

As if suddenly realizing their odd position, Jasmine's eyebrows skipped, and she yanked her legs off Logan's lap.

"What? Two friends can't chill together, Garrett?" she snapped, fixing him with a poignant glare.

"Geez, calm down. I was just wondering…"

"Hmph!" she crossed her arms and turned away, her nose in the air.

Logan laughed at her behaviour. He didn't know why she was so peeved at Garrett, but his resulting affronted expression was pretty funny.

"What are you guys doing, anyway?"

Logan picked up the notepad and flapped it in the air, "Jaz compiled a list of girls with JK and said she'd help me look for them."

"Oh yeah?" Garrett said, dropping his cleats and some of his equipment in the corner of the living room, arranging them neatly for tomorrow. "How many girls?"

"Four hundred and twenty-seven." Logan said. Jasmine looked proud at the mention of the number of girls she had found.

"Can I see?" Logan handed him the pad when he walked over. Garrett looked impressed as he skimmed through the names, "Looks pretty thorough. But this is assuming the girl you slept with goes to this school. She could have been a friend's invite. She could even be from a neighbouring university."

Logan's jaw dropped slowly, "Shit. I didn't think about that! What does that mean? I have to ask every girl in the entire world?!"

Jasmine hopped up, "That's a great idea! That way you can cover all your bases!" She was too giddy, and Logan shot her an annoyed glare.

"Seriously, Jasmine? Why do sound so pleased?"

She stuck her tongue out at him. "Cuz it's funny."

Garrett rubbed his chin in thought as he continued read the list. Jasmine had probably gone through the entire school roster just to find all those names. She had a pretty decent number of girls on this list. That was a lot of JK's to find. It was such thorough work, it could even give some of Garrett's work a run for his money.

He flipped a page and something caught his eye.

Wait… he thought, Kahn, Hayley Joanna. Karey, Jessica. No… that's not right.

He knew those two girls. Both of them were cheerleaders on the football team and were in their year. But he remembered seeing another name in between their names in their class roster. Usually there was another name… Another name… Kai - something? Kal- something? …Kan- something…?

Kang! Kang, Jasmine!

His hand fell from his chin, and he looked up at Jasmine, who was blowing raspberries at an annoyed Logan.

And then it hit him.

"Hey Jasmine, I think you forgot a name on your list." He said slowly, fixing her with a meaningful stare.

"Who'd she forget?" Logan asked.

"Someone we all know. Someone who's closer than you think…"

Jasmine suddenly stiffened, and her jaw set with a resounding click. A frightening chill seemed to have seeped into her eyes.

She turned jerkily to him and gave him a big, fake smile, one that she reserved for guys she was about to beat the crap out of. Figuratively, of course.

"No. I. Didn't." She said through grit teeth, challenging him with her flashing eyes.

"Oh yes you did." Garrett said, his own smile growing. "The most obvious name that should be on here! And the one that should have been the first!" He slapped his hand to his forehead, "I can't believe I missed it! It's so obvious, it was under my nose the entire time!"

"Who?!" Logan asked, intrigued, "Who's the girl?!"

"There is no other girl!" She roared. Suddenly, Jasmine was in front of Garrett and ripped the notepad out of his hands. "Hey Garrett, can I talk to you in private for a second?" She yanked him by the collar to the hallway before he had a chance to protest. He yelped and followed as best as he could, trying to keep himself from being choked by her death grip on his clothes.

When they were out of hearing distance from the living room, she let him go.

"Would you be careful?" Garrett fixed his clothes and brushed off some imaginary dirt, "This is cashmere!"

"Alright spill. How did you know?" she inquired, glaring up at him with her arms crossed.

"How did I know that you're the girl who slept with Logan, you mean?"

She cringed, but nodded slowly and stiffly.

"It's elementary my dear Watson!"

She gave him a blank look.

"Really? Sherlock Holmes?" Her blank stare remained, "It's like his quote!"

"Just answer my question." She rolled her eyes. She had done so well to cover her tracks. So how the hell was he able to figure it out so easily?! Stupid Garrett and his stupid anal retentiveness!

"Well, I saw that your name should have been in between two girls in our class roster."

"What? Are you fucking serious?" Her cover had been blown because of a damn vacancy in the class roster?

"Yeah. Your plan would have worked had you done the names fully alphabetically instead of alphabetically and by year. I recognize patterns pretty easily, so when I saw your name wasn't in between two people from our year, that triggered recognition."

What the actual fuck… Garrett was a pretty scary guy.

"That still doesn't explain how you figured out it was me."

"Well that part wasn't easy. But I just put two and two together. I remember you used to have a crush on Logan in high school, but you never told him. So of course you'd want to hide something of this caliber." He shrugged, "It wasn't enough evidence, but then I realized you're wearing leggings today. In 87 degree weather…"

"So? You're wearing a cashmere sweater?"

"Yes, but I always wear cashmere. I'm used to wearing sweaters in the heat. You, Lindy, and Delia wouldn't be caught dead in anything long on a hot day like this."

"That's a little bit of a stretch, isn't it?"

"Not unless you're trying to hide something on your legs that anyone could see and recognize what you were up to on the weekend. And I know Logan's a leg man. No doubt you're hiding something embarrassing. Like his hickeys!"

Jasmine's blush told him all he needed to know.

"Speaking of which, why don't you just put a cold spoon on it? Won't that make it go away?"

"Yeah, because I'm definitely going to put a cold frickin object near my crotch." she said sarcastically.

He cringed, "Gross. TMI. I didn't think it would be that far up."

"Whatever Garrett. Those are just conjectures. How did you come up with anything definitive?"

"Well to me, that also wasn't enough evidence to reach a sound and satisfying conclusion. Until I realized that you like to accessorize. A lot. Of course you'd have a monogrammed brush. Which made me realize that the reason the brush looked so familiar is because I'd seen you use it in the past when you had a Hair-mergency and needed to freshen up in the presence of a cute boy!

It all adds up! The JK on the brush! The leggings in hot weather! The lack of your name on the list of girls! Your insistence on putting several girls on the list! You're Logan's mystery girl! You're the girl he slept with!"

"Okay, okay! Would you keep it down?!" she slapped her hand over his mouth. He was getting too excited and when he got excited, he got loud, and if he got loud, Logan would hear which would be the absolute worst thing to ever happen! "So what if I'm the girl? Y-you can't tell him anything! I know you can't keep secrets, but this is one you absolutely cannot tell, or I'll send those photos of you dressed as little bo peep from junior year out to everyone!"

"Calm down! There's no need to blackmail. I wasn't planning on telling him anyway! But why don't you just tell him yourself?"

"And ruin our friendship over something like this?" She looked down, "He's not interested in me at all. If I tell him, what if he rejects me? Or worse… says it meant nothing? It'd ruin our friendships, Garrett. It'd ruin me… I can't risk telling Logan."

"Risk telling me what?" Logan walked into the hallway, a wary look on his face. Garrett and Jasmine had been gone a suspiciously long time, and he was wondering why. It didn't help that Jasmine had this guilty look on her face.

"N-nothing!" Garrett stammered, "What she was saying was that she couldn't risk telling you that she miscalculated the number of girls. There are actually four hundred and fifty-seven!"

Logan caught the discreet grateful look that Jasmine had sent to Garrett and narrowed his eyes. Something stank. They were hiding something from him. And he would find out.

"Yeah!" she pushed. "I miscalculated. Sorry. I didn't want to get your spirits down so I couldn't tell you." She brushed past them both and headed to the door, "Anyways, let's get going Logan. We have a lot of girls to find and not enough time to find them."

Logan didn't respond and stared at Garrett, who continued to avert his gaze. Definitely suspicious.

"Everything alright man?" Logan asked slowly.

Garrett opened his mouth to respond, but then Jasmine popped up in between them and pushed Logan toward the door while sending a piercing glare at Garrett that screamed 'Don't say anything, or else'.

"Yes, yes. Everything is fine. C'mon Logan. We don't have all day. Correction: all evening since you decided you wanted to sleep in until the night."

He would let it slide this time, but something undeniably weird was going on. His friends thought he was stupid, but Logan was a lot more perceptive than they gave him credit for. Logan wasn't an idiot.

Why had Jasmine been acting weird?

"What was that all about, Jasmine?" he asked when they were finally walking toward main campus.

"Nothing important." She sighed in exasperation.

Clearly it was something important, seeing as how her shoulders were stiff as fuck, and her brows were so furrowed, he was sure if someone stuck a playing card in between them, it would stay.

"Is this about the girl I slept with?" She ignored him. Logan would not be deterred, "Is this about the guy you slept with?"

Her eye twitched involuntarily at the mention of him, although, she smoothed out her face and relaxed her body. Yupp. Definitely suspicious.

"It doesn't have to do with any of that. Just drop it okay Logan? It's really no big deal…"

Oh but it was. He knew his friends. Both of them. And they had both been acting out of character. He would definitely be asking Garrett some questions later. Garrett squealed like a pig when put under pressure. Especially blackmail pressure. He'd get him later.

But he just found it so weird how both of them had been acting like they were keeping a pretty big—

Wait a minute…

"Besides, I already know who it was…"

"Oh yeah. He likes me alright. As a friend."

"Doubt it…He's already shown his indifference through many years."

Jasmine had slept with a friend, but she hadn't told him who it was when he asked. She said she knew him. Logan realized he had missed all the signs in front of him. There was no mistake about it.

Jasmine slept with Garrett.

Garrett was the friend who wouldn't leave well enough alone! No wonder she was so pissed off at him! No wonder she had looked like she wanted to bash his head in!

It all made sense now. Jasmine avoiding telling Logan who the guy she slept with was. The secret little meeting in the hallway. Garrett looking like he was keeping a secret. The secretive glance. The rush to end the conversation.

Jasmine and Garrett slept together, and they didn't want any of their friends to know because it would ruin the dynamic of the group!

Why hadn't Garrett told him? They were supposed to be BFFs. And here Garrett was always lecturing Logan about sleeping with different girls, but he slept with his best friend!

Who was he supposed to tell? Should he tell Lindy and Delia? They were their best friends too. But he didn't want to risk breaking the group dynamic. Then again, Lindy was pretty good at reading his mind. She would know. But he had to tell someone!

That's it. He would tell Lindy and Delia as soon as he was alone with them.

Jasmine turned around and gave him a weird look, "What's up with you? You look like a damn fish."

He set his hand on her shoulder softly, giving it a squeeze, "You poor thing. You've had to hold it in for so many ages. Well I support you!"

She frowned, looking at him like he was the dumbest person on the planet, "What? What are you talking about?"

He pulled her to him and enveloped her in a tight hug, squeezing the life out of her, "Shh… You don't have to pretend. It's going to be alright. Logan's here for you."

Jasmine didn't know what the heck was going on, but Logan smelled amazing. Like a mix of aftershave, a touch of deodorant, and slight hint of musk.

Yummy.

She sighed into the hug and wrapped her arms around his broadening back, rubbing her face against his firm chest.

"There, there, Jaz. Let it all out."

Screw looking for the girls. She would rather stay like this with Logan all night.

Is this what it felt like while they had made love? Because hot damn, now she really wanted a reprise. Goodness. His warmth was all-encompassing. She could just feel every contour of his body against her own. Logan's arms around her felt like heaven.

Some sniffling broke her out of her self-induced arousal, and she frowned. Was Logan crying? But then he moved his head and she felt his nose pressed against her hair when he inhaled deeply.

She shoved him away from her, "What the hell?! Are you sniffing my hair?! You weirdo!"

Logan scratched his head, "It's not what you think. It's just that your hair smells like something, but I can't pinpoint the scent."

She gave him a deadpan look, "What are you trying to say? I smell like skunk or something?"

"No! It smells really nice. I just can't figure it out. Do you use like a special shampoo or something?"

"Well not really. I mean, my shampoo is vanilla scented but it's not like—"

"That's the scent!" he shouted.

"—it's that strong…" she finished, confused out of her mind. Why was he so excited?

Logan's arm came down slowly. Wait a second. That vanilla scent was the one he had smelled the morning after. He may not have been able to remember the girl's face, but his nose never failed him. He was certain this scent was the same as the one his mystery girl had left all over his sheets and pillow. The same scent that had sent his blood south... The same scent that was sending his blood south…

But that would mean Jasmine was…

"Would you stop staring at me like you've just found the Fountain of Youth and someone broke it before you could use it?" she slapped his arm, "We have work to do and people to find!" She stormed off, giving him no choice but to follow her.

Nah… Jasmine couldn't be her. He would know if he slept with Jaz, right? Lots of girls used the same makeup and hair products and equipment. Who's to say they didn't have the same shampoo?

Besides… the one Jasmine slept with on Saturday was Garrett…

His jaw clenched as he followed her. For some reason, that reminder bothered him. The more he thought about it, the worse his mood dropped.

He hadn't been particularly affected before. So why was he getting kind of annoyed now?