Sorry about the late updates guys :) The semester started again and things got crazy, but now that I've settled in my rhythm, things shouldn't take too long anymore.

A/N: Hey! To Rachel and Guest, thank you for the suggestion about how Logan finds out. To be honest, I already decided a while ago how the whole thing was going to go down, but I guarantee you'll still love it even if it's not what you wanted. Your idea is really adorable though! Also, Guest, go for it! Write stories! It's really a lot of fun! :)

I love using cliches haha!

Thank you for reviewing everyone! :) I really appreciate it!

Disclaimer: I don't own IDDI and I'm only using the characters to entertain!

"So where are you guys going?" Delia asked as she flipped through channels in boredom.

"The movies." Jasmine slipped on her canvas sneakers. There was no need to dress up all fancy for a friendly date. Even though she did have this super cute dress that showed off her toned legs nicely, this was neither the time nor place to wear it. Plus, Delia had been making kissy noises all morning and Jasmine had to prove that she wasn't trying to nab Logan or anything like that. She just wanted to hang out with him.

"Right." She took a cautious sip of her hot chocolate, "What movie? Romance? Horror? Thriller? …Porno?"

"For your information, we're gonna go see Groundhog Day." Jasmine rolled her eyes, slipping on her coat. "Porno? Really?"

Delia ignored her, "Urgh. Groundhog Day? Here's a prime opportunity for making out at the movies and you're wasting it on a subpar comedy."

"Subpar?" Jasmine scoffed, "You know what? Your opinions don't count. You think Psycho is a comedy."

"It is!"

"Yeah, yeah Deels. D'you know where Lindy is?"

"Getting a wax. Apparently she's got that second hot date tonight."

"Oh yeah?" Jasmine answered distractedly as she peered through the peep hole of their apartment door to see if Logan had arrived. Even though she was feigning nonchalance, she couldn't help but secretly feel like they were going on a real date. It made her giddy with excitement. "What will you be doing tonight?"

Delia shrugged, "Cartoons, pizza, and hot cocoa? Then maybe go raid the boys' liquor cabinet in their apartment."

Jasmine snorted, "Sounds awesome."

"Not as awesome as a date with a crush." Delia grinned, "Will it be his place or ours tonight?"

Jasmine shot her a look of annoyance and then jumped high in the air when their doorbell suddenly rang. She spun around and looked in the hole. Logan was standing there, hands in his pockets waiting for Jasmine to open the door. She swallowed thickly and forced herself to act normal.

"Alright, I'm gone Deels. Don't wait up."

"Of course I won't. Not when you and Logan will probably–"

Jasmine grabbed her keys, left the apartment, and slammed the door shut before she could hear the rest of Delia's sentence. She growled under her breath swearing she would get back at Delia one of these days.

"Took you long enough." Logan said, casually leaning against the railing of their apartment landing, a small smirk on his face. He wasn't particularly doing anything, but goosebumps still rose on Jasmine's arms. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah." Jasmine smiled, slipping her hands into her pockets and following Logan to his ancient, dying truck. Even from far away and in this dark night she could tell it needed a serious paint job.

He opened the door for her with an ominous creaking and Jasmine climbed in warily, "You need a new car Logan…" she sighed, eyeing the right front tire suspiciously. It looked only half full of air.

"No way! This was dad's old car in his college days. This thing is lucky–"

"Try death trap…" Jasmine mumbled.

"–it's the car that I lost my virginity in."

Jasmine shot up off the seat, standing in a sort of half crouch, "Oh God… I completely forgot! I am not going to the movies in your disgusting sex machine."

A teasing grin appeared on his face, "Actually, I'm the sex machine. This is the chick magnet."

She fake gagged, sticking her finger in her mouth, "Gross. I think I actually threw up a little in my mouth."

He laughed, walking around to the other side and climbing in as well, "Don't worry. I cleaned her up just for today."

"Hmmm…" she hummed in suspicion, but sat down and buckled up as Logan peeled out of the parking lot toward the awesome downtown theater.

Jasmine wasn't as bothered by the fact that he had sex in this car in the past as the fact that he had sex in this car in the present. The fact that other girls rode in his car (make the joke… don't make the joke…) bothered her a bit. How many hookups did he have in this car?

"You must have a lot of girls in this car…"

"I used to. Before Tracy. Only other person who usually rode with me was Garrett."

"…Tracy… Right." Jasmine's chewed her bottom lip in annoyance. How could she have forgotten about the bitchy ex? Logan hadn't outright declined Tracy's wish to get back together which meant that there was a 50/50 chance he was actually contemplating going back to her. Great, now her mood was effectively ruined. She slumped further in her chair, trying not to show her irritation. What did Logan even see in Tracy's luscious hair, and long legs, and beautiful hazel eyes, and perfect skin…

Right. That's what he saw in her.

Logan glanced at her, concerned about her sudden sullen attitude. He was usually very good at telling what moods Jasmine was in. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Peachy." She responded, pulling out her phone and seemingly texting someone.

Logan mentally cursed as he recapped their conversation. She must have gotten irritated from his mentioning of Garrett. She currently wasn't on good speaking terms with him, so it would make sense that speaking about or mentioning Garrett would throw her in a bad mood. It bothered him how she was affected so much by mentions of Garrett. Gripping the wheel tightly, Logan vowed to clear her mind of anything Garrett related before their little date night was over.

~.~.~

Unfortunately, by the time they had gotten to the nifty theater—late, no thanks to Logan getting a ticket for speeding 40 mph over the speed limit on a 35 mph road—the tickets for the movie were all sold out, but some odd cabaret show had still been selling, so they'd decided to try it out instead. It wasn't altogether bad. Very burlesque. Logan had thought it was pretty interesting too. Especially the skimpy costumes and fishnets. She had hit him for that stupid, dirty comment.

The show was split with an intermission in between the two acts and so Jasmine and Logan had gone to the little mini theater bar to buy some snacks for the remainder of the show.

They stood a little ways behind the counter, trying to make their decision before either one of them went into the somewhat long lines.

"You know, you should do cabaret, Jasmine." Logan commented.

She shot him a dry look, "Sure, cuz it sure is fun to be objectified by dirty old men. Oh, and nasty college boys who can't get their minds out of the gutter."

Logan nudged her lightly, "I didn't mean it like that, Jaz. I meant you'd look good in the costumes."

Her eyebrows lifted, and she swallowed, her throat dry and pulse beginning to race. "Uh… thanks. That's… unexpected."

"Yeah." He grinned, a teasing glint in his eyes, "It's too bad you can't dance or sing though."

Jasmine scoffed, shoving him, "You ass! I'd be the main attraction for a cabaret show."

"Maybe in your bedroom, where no one could see you and be blinded."

"Oh yeah?" She narrowed her eyes at him. She was so turning the tables on him, "So how was wearing the maid outfit to econ today? A lotta those guys were giving you some interested glances. Want me to get you some numbers?"

Logan's face reddened at the memory of his humiliating day. Not only had the outfit been almost four sizes too small (curtesy of Jasmine's petite stature), but the skirt part had flown up multiple times because of the windy day and showcased his very lacey, very tight, maid thong. If he had a dollar for every time someone pinched his butt today, he would be hella rich. He would get back at Jasmine if it was the last thing he did.

"I don't understand…" he shook his head in slight trauma. "How is it that you still had more than me even after missing a day…?"

"I have my ways." Jasmine replied smugly looking proud, picking her nails. Cheating ways.

Of course she hadn't actually beaten Logan. She'd barely looked for any of those girls anyway. Left more work for Logan to do. But she had definitely wanted to see him in that costume. And it had totally been worth it. Especially seeing him saunter into econ in those hooker heels. That… was priceless. And admittedly hot… Logan in a girl's costume was still sexy Logan. And the fact that she could clearly see the outline of the cut of his abs through the top didn't help either.

Though she would definitely question Garrett later as to why he owned a pair of hooker heels in the first place…

"I'm never going to get over this. This is an event that will plague my nightmares for years to come."

"Don't be so melodramatic…"

"I have every right to be! Someone took a picture under my skirt!" She laughed, and he glowered at her, "I would also like to point out that I was hit on by a lot of people, and you did nothing but stand and watch me get harassed."

"You like being hit on." Jasmine scoffed incredulously, "It feeds your ego. There's no way you can use that as if it's a bad thing."

"After my day today, I never want to get hit on again…"

"And now you also know to never bet against me."

"I'll say…" he whined.

They went back to perusing the greasy, overpriced snacks, candy, and drinks at the concession stand. Jasmine wasn't a huge fan of movie theater food. More often than not, it was premade and stored and then sold days old. Whenever she paid for her own stuff, she made sure to never spend more than ten dollars. The food wasn't worth all that money. But honestly, since Logan was paying for everything, who was she to skimp out?

"Know what you want?"

"Yeah. You're ordering right?" she asked. He nodded and she continued, "Okay, get me a big box of something sour, a large slushie—strawberry of course—large popcorn, and one of those multiflavored popsicle thingies."

He gave her an incredulous look, "Are you trying to empty my wallet? I'm not buying all that."

Jasmine shrugged and turned away from him, "Funny, I thought you said you would pay for everything. I guess you can't even do something simple as that."

"Then we're sharing the popcorn and the smoothie."

"That's acceptable. But on our next movie night, you're buying everything again."

He rolled his eyes, "Fine… Maneater…"

"Just go doofus!"

Jasmine giggled and shook her head playfully, shoving him towards the line. Intermission wasn't that long, and if he didn't get in line soon, they wouldn't make it back in time for the second act.

She stood towards the back of the theater, near the plush couches in the lobby while she waited for Logan to finish up. A small smile came on her face when he turned around and made a face at the long order of the person in front of him, and she chuckled to herself.

Aside from the obnoxious high schoolers all out to hang out and see a movie on a Friday night (and trying to hit on her in the lobby. Please. She was so out of their leagues), the night was going great. Logan was a great date and though from her temporary time fake dating him in high school she already knew he was an excellent boyfriend, she'd never really got the chance to really experience it firsthand with all the benefits of a real girlfriend. Even though this wasn't a real date, she couldn't help but feel like the pampered coveted girlfriend of Logan's. She could get used to this.

Logan's company was great, and she hadn't really thought about his situation with Tracy for a while. It was like, whenever she was with Logan, all her attention would stay on him. She watched him fondly as he ordered, an affectionate smile on her face. Logan was the best. But she was sure if he found out about what happened between them, their relationship would be ruined…

Jasmine was starting to feel guilty. Logan was being a great friend and here she was keeping such a huge secret from him. He had a right to know she was the one who he slept with, but she was selfishly hiding it because she was scared to lose him. The more she hid it though, the worse it would get if he ever did find out.

Maybe… maybe I should tell him…

Jasmine quickly shook her head. There was no way she could tell him any of this. He would definitely no longer want anything to do with her if he found out the truth. He could never know.

"What a surprise! If it isn't Jasmine Kang!"

Jasmine stiffened, her jaw clenching as she heard the sugary sweet, pinched voice that she had always hated. She turned around, a wide fake smile on her face.

"Oh, hey Tracy. What are you doing here?"

"I can't see a movie on the weekend?" she responded, a tight, matching fake smile on her face.

Jasmine nodded and turned away, not wanting to particularly continue this conversation. She didn't like Tracy because she had been a terrible girlfriend to Logan. And Logan was still her best friend, regardless of her jealousy at someone else capturing the interest of her crush. The jealousy was just an added reason why she didn't like her.

"So who are you with? It's not like you to miss a party on the weekend. I mean, you're always partying aren't you?"

Jasmine barely spared her a glance, "I'm on a date."

Okay so that wasn't totally true, but she wasn't sure what Tracy might or might not have been insinuating. She'd always addressed Jasmine with this tone, as if she not only was looking down on her, but also implying some kind of loose morals. Which was outrageous considering Tracy was the cheating bitch. Sure, Jasmine wasn't exactly a prude, but she was far from Tracy's level.

"You're on a date? Like a friendly date?" she laughed, a cat like grin on her face, "With who? Lindy? Delia?"

And Tracy loved to rub in Jasmine's face the fact that she didn't regularly have any boyfriends. That did it.

"Actually, I'm here with Logan." Jasmine responded nastily. Take that!

The shocked look on Tracy's face was priceless, and Jasmine curled her lips into her mouth to keep the smile from growing on her face. So it wasn't exactly a date date and was only them hanging out as friends, buuuut tomato, to-mah-toe.

Tracy's smile became acid and her eyes had a harsh glint to them, "What?"

"Oh you didn't know?" Jasmine turned to her fully, standing with her back straight and looking her nose down on Tracy, even though the other girl was taller. "Logan and I are on a date."

"…I see." Tracy looked away from Jasmine and towards where Logan was waiting for the stuff. "Poor you."

Jasmine's eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"

Tracy shrugged and turned back to Jasmine, her expression almost malicious, despite the fact that she had a charming smile planted on her face, "It's just that you're the rebound chick. No doubt he's just using you to get over me. He's having his fun and when he's done, he'll wad you up like a used tissue and throw you out."

"Logan and I have been good friends for a very long time. He wouldn't do anything like that."

"Well, then why hasn't he ever asked you out before? Why now? After I dumped him?"

Jasmine took in a deep breath, trying not to claw out the eyes of this annoying girl. She was purposely trying to rile her up. Jasmine knew that. But it didn't make it any less annoying, and it still stung to be reminded that she'd been off on the side pining after Logan while he dated girl after girl.

"I don't know. Why don't you ask Logan?" Jasmine's lip curled, "Why do you care if we're on a date anyway? You're the one who dumped him."

"It was a temporary dumping. I needed some time to figure things out. And now I want him back."

"Logan's not a toy, Tracy." Jasmine crossed her arms in front of her chest, feeling the need to defend Logan, "You can't just play with him whenever you want and disregard his own feelings."

"Oh how cute. You're lecturing me." she rolled her eyes, checking her nails.

"I mean, clearly you're not in the relationship for real. Leave Logan alone to pursue healthier relationships." Jasmine continued, ignoring her, "Why do you even want to get back with him when you have no intention of being serious?"

Tracy looked up, a dark expression in her eyes. Gone was the fake happy smile from before, instead replaced by a nasty look of contempt and… envy?

"How is that any of your business?"

"Because Logan is my best friend. I'm not about to let him date someone who doesn't care about him."

"Logan's grown up. He doesn't need you as his babysitter."

"Babysitter? That's what you–" And Jasmine paused, her open mouth spreading slowly into a smile. Wait. She understood. Tracy was jealous. Really jealous. Of her and Logan. This was golden.

"You're totally jealous."

Tracy scoffed, rolling her eyes to the sky, "Of what? Why would I be jealous?"

"No, no. Don't lie." Jasmine smirked, "You're jealous of me and Logan."

Tracy's lips pursed, and she looked down at her nails, her expression bitter and resentful, "So what?"

Jasmine's smirk slowly dropped off her face. She knew that expression well. It was the expression she frequently wore when Lindy questioned Jasmine if she was okay every time Logan got a new girlfriend. The expression of envy in knowing that even though you liked someone, he was already taken. The expression of having to bide your time and wait until you got your chance. And Tracy was sporting it now.

Jasmine sighed, "Tracy…"

"Don't." Tracy cut in, "It has nothing to do with what you're thinking. I'm fine with Logan dating other people. I just don't want him moving on with you."

"Is that why you want to get back together with Logan? Just so that I don't have a shot?" Jasmine's mouth turned into a thin line as her irritation mounted. She was trying to be friendly, but Tracy was making it really hard to be nice.

"Well duh." Tracy flipped her hair over her shoulder, a condescending sneer on her face, "You think I didn't know about your little crush on Logan while I was dating him? I saw the way you would always look at him. And there was nothing more annoying than seeing you fawn all over him and play around with him when I was his girlfriend. And then he wouldn't stop talking about you nonstop. So annoying. And now I have to watch you two walk all over campus always together? It's nauseating."

"Logan talked about me a lot?" Jasmine said quietly, her sour expression diminishing a bit at the sound of that. That was news to her. What would he say back then? From what Tracy was saying, it was understandable why one might think Jasmine and Logan were together.

"Not the point." Tracy snapped. "I just don't want to lose him to you of all people. So I'm taking him back. By any means necessary."

Jasmine did a double take, not quite expecting such a belligerent and direct response from her.

"What? But that's not fair to Logan. You can't just keep him from going after who he wants."

"Doesn't matter. As long as Logan's not with you, that's what counts."

"So you want to control him? You don't care about him being happy in the relationship at all?"

"Like I said: anything that keeps him away from you."

Jasmine had heard enough. She'd had enough. She thought Tracy being jealous humanized her a bit. Jasmine could sympathize with her and thought maybe they could find common ground. But there's no way she'd ever be able to relate to her. Not when she had no intention of treating Logan right. Jasmine may have been able to empathize with Tracy's jealousy, but dragging Logan like a chew toy was unacceptable. She wouldn't stand for it. Especially not from Tracy. She was a bitch. Hands down.

Logan walked up to them, arms full of the purchased snacks, "Tracy? I didn't know you were at this theater tonight."

Without a word, Jasmine snatched the slushie out of Logan's outstretched hand, opened the lid, and threw the contents in Tracy's face. Logan's jaw dropped as Tracy cried out when the slush dripped down her face and onto and into her clothing. Spectators in the area stopped and watched the exchange in amusement, others in concern, and there were a few who took their phones out and started recording what was happening. What was with people always itching to watch fights?

Either way, Jasmine didn't care.

She glared at Tracy, "I'll never let you get your claws on Logan ever again."

Logan stared at Jasmine, completely confused at what she said. And did for that matter. He knew Jasmine wasn't afraid to tell people off if she needed to, but rarely did she ever get involved in any physical altercations. Her cheeks were flushed red in outrage, and she looked very much put out. Like she wanted to throttle Tracy.

"…Jaz…?" he questioned, raising a brow.

Jasmine did want to punch Tracy. But fighting was undignified.

Tracy's hazel eyes were on fire, and she was breathing harshly, her teeth clenched tightly. Then, she grabbed the greasy bag of buttered popcorn and upturned it on Jasmine's head. Jasmine gasped, not expecting her to retaliate. The popcorn kernels bounced off her head and shoulders and not many stuck to her, but the salt at the bottom and the greasy butter that Logan had smeared all over the top caught in her hair and dripped down onto her coat, leaving an oily sheen lingering on her.

"What the fuck?!" Logan cried, "Those cost almost twenty bucks!"

Fuck fighting being undignified. She was going to destroy this bitch.

Jasmine flung the empty cup onto the ground with a growl, her eyes molten. "You wanna fight, bitch?!"

Tracy threw the popcorn bag away as well, leaning forward, her eyes also looking crazed, "Right now, you whore!"

As much as Logan definitely wanted to see a girl fight between two very attractive girls, this couldn't be good. He didn't know what had happened between them for this to get that crazy, but he knew he had to stop this now. Before someone got their face scratched by sharp nails. Or lost an entire patch of hair.

He winced, dropped the stuff and shoved himself in between them, pushing them both back by the shoulder.

"Tracy! Jasmine! Calm down!"

"That butch started it Logie Bear!" Tracy whined, putting on the good girl act.

"Really?" Jasmine sneered, "Way to be childish, you brainless twit."

Jasmine knew technically she did start the fight and make the first move, but it wasn't unprovoked. Even so, it made her mad.

"Hussy!" Tracy retaliated, reaching out for Jasmine.

"Trollop!" Jasmine spat, avoiding her hand.

"Guys stop!" Logan struggled to keep the girls from moving. "We're gonna get kicked out!"

"Too late…" the manager of the theater approached them, his face pinched in annoyance and a broom and dustpan in his hands. "Do you not see the sign? Clear rules: No fighting."

"We're sorry sir. Really, they weren't fighting. They were putting on a performance." Logan said, wrapping an arm around both girls' shoulders to make it seem like they were close friends.

The manager's eyes narrowed. Clearly he didn't believe any of that.

"Out." He pointed to the front doors, a no-nonsense look on his face. "And don't come back."

Huffing, Tracy yanked herself out from under Logan's arm and viciously wiped off some of the remaining sludge that hadn't seeped into her shirt yet.

"This isn't over, Jasmine…" Tracy hissed, spinning on her heels.

"Yeah? I'm quaking in my boots here, Tracy."

She cast one more dirty look at Jasmine over her shoulder before storming out of the theater.

Logan stared at Jasmine as they also left, who was still seething and grinding her teeth. Whatever happened between the two of them must have been pretty bad for Jasmine to turn into Spazz Jaz. He hadn't seen Spazz Jaz since she beat up the mascot at Firemen Freddie's in a fit of fear and rage when it tried to dance with her. But even now, she wasn't so much freaked out as completely raging. He thought her nails would make her hands bleed, she was clenching her fists so hard.

"Jasmine? You okay?" Logan asked tentatively, unsure of whether he had something to do with her extremely sour mood.

She swallowed and took a deep breath, unclenching her hands slowly, "Huh? Yeah. I'm fine."

"You just seem a little pissed."

She shot him an annoyed look, and Logan put his hands up placatingly.

"Or maybe a lot pissed…" he muttered under his breath.

"Look. I'm sorry I got us kicked out of the theater." Jasmine sighed stopping next to the passenger door of the car and waiting for him to unlock it. "I just… She's so– Urgh! Made me so fucking mad!"

"Do you want to talk about it?" Logan asked carefully as they climbed in.

Wrong question. Jasmine glared at him.

"No. Can you just take me home? I'm in such a bad mood now thanks to that stupid little…"

Logan winced and started the car, tuning out her muttering. It sucked that she was so irritated. They had been having a great time earlier, and Logan really enjoyed her company. He didn't want to just drop her off right now. He wanted to spend more time with her. He couldn't just let this date end on a sour note for Jasmine, otherwise she wouldn't want to go out with him again.

He ignored the voice in his head telling him that he was making it seem like they were on a real date. Real date or not, he wasn't going to let Jasmine go home in a bad mood. As her best friend, it was his duty to cheer her up. So he passed their exit on the freeway and drove to a place he knew she would love.