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WARNING: As a "Logan" chapter, expect more vulgarity. If you want even more vulgarity, just say the word ;3

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

Logan cranked up the air conditioning of his car as high as it could go, trying to calm down his racing mind and cool his head. He felt like his body was on fire. Or rather… mini Logan was on fire.

Until Lindy had pulled Jasmine away, he hadn't even realized what he was about to do. Lindy had really saved his ass back there. Who knew how complicated shit would have gotten if he had followed through on his action?

But damn… Jasmine's face as she stared up at him had sent blood shooting straight south.

Okay… still shooting south…

So he knew that he was attracted to Jasmine. He probably had been since she finally got out of that awkward stage of puberty before high school started, and she started filling out. Without a doubt, he could say he found her attractive. Even sexy. Especially her legs, but that was because he was a guy like any other, even if he was her best friend. He wasn't oblivious to how fucking hot she was. He wasn't stupid.

But he could also discern the differences in his attractions to various girls. Hell, he thought Delia could be attractive sometimes too (only when he was completely wasted though). But the difference between the small attraction for Delia he sometimes had and the attraction for Jasmine he usually had was that he didn't want to kiss Delia. He didn't try to envision her naked at times when her shirt would ride up just a bit and show that sexy slip of abdomen. He didn't want to screw her, for lack of a better term…

His thoughts put unnecessary images into his mind, and Logan gripped the wheel tighter until his knuckles turned white. He upped his speed to get back to his apartment. Thank goodness it wasn't a long drive because he had shit he had to take care of. Now.

Dammit. It was starting to really mess with his brain. And there was no way he could tell anyone, but for some reason, instead of seeing the mystery girl in his dreams, he could only picture Jasmine. He wasn't dumb enough to make the mistake of thinking she was the one he had hooked up with, but he couldn't lie that Jasmine's image in that picture just felt right. Like only she could fit there. Everything about her matched with the mystery girl.

He stopped at a red light and took a deep breath, resting his head momentarily on his steering wheel. He ran his hand through his hair with a tired sigh, trying to cool down. Couldn't the frickin' AC be cooler?

His phone suddenly rang, and he pulled it out of his jacket pocket, a bit too razzled to check the caller ID.

"Yeah?" he near whispered, still rubbing his face with his hand.

"Hey Logan!"

"Lindy?"

"Why do you sound like you can't breathe?"

"It's not important. Why are you calling?" He could hear someone freaking out in the background and then Lindy shushed them loudly.

"I just wanted to make sure you got back home safely." She said, sounding suspiciously apprehensive.

"…Okay." He frowned, continuing driving when the light changed. "But it's less than a ten minute drive back to our side of the campus."

"I know… I'm just worried about you baby brother."

"By like, two minutes." He rolled his eyes.

"Weeeelllll… just keep your eyes on the road and only the road. Apparently there are treacherous conditions tonight."

Treacherous conditions? He was pretty sure there hadn't been any problems driving to the girl's apartment earlier that evening. He hadn't heard or seen anything about issues on the small drive between the roads to get to the other side of campus. He scanned the street as he drove, watching out for anything he might have missed or anything he would have to watch out for.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked, sweeping the road carefully, "Are you drunk or something?"

"Umm… I'm just worried about you!" she said after a long pause. He could hear nervous chatting in the background, "Jasmine told me you got a ticket earlier tonight. So you're driving recklessly again."

"I'm fine Lindy. Stop trying to mother hen me. Mom does that enough when she calls me."

"I know… I'm just trying to look out for you."

"I appreciate it. But I kind of gotta go. I'm almost home."

She let out a sigh of relief, and Logan frowned in suspicion. What was her deal?

"Let me know if you find anything on your way in!" Lindy chimed. This time, Logan was positive he heard Jasmine chastising Lindy in the background. What was going on with them?

"What on earth could I possibly find when I'm already home?" Logan muttered as he pulled up into the parking lot of their apartment complex. "You know what? You're being weird Lindy. Goodbye."

"Wait! Wait! Let me know when you're out of your car. A-and look at your front door! There might be a present waiting for you!"

He pulled the keys out of the ignition and squinted at his apartment door, wishing she would shut up so he could be left to his musing. And thoughts of Jasmine. "There's nothing there Lindy…"

"On the floor in front of your door!"

He left the car, craning his head towards where the door was. But the only thing he could see was his door and nothing else. He didn't have time for this. He had important business to take care of.

"Bye Lindy."

"Is that the car door I heard? Did you leave your car? Have you walked to your apartment? Are you—"

He ignored her incessant babbling and hung up the phone in irritation, double timing to get inside. A nice freezing cold shower was definitely calling his name. He practically burst through the door of his apartment and slammed it shut, leaning against it somewhat heavily.

His mind was still recapping Jasmine's doe eyes staring back at him with that look in them. That nervous, half-lidded look that always drove him over the edge. A look he was certain he had seen her give him before, though he couldn't remember where… And his reaction had definitely been the same then too. Had it been in high school?

"Hey how was the outing?"

"Huh?" Logan snapped out of his thoughts, eyes shooting to Garrett sitting on the couch with somewhat of a jilted look. "Oh. It was good. Great. She was great."

Garrett frowned, staring at him weirdly. Logan's face looked a little spooked, and he was very tense. He paused the game, and turned his attention to his friend in concern.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, she's okay. I mean, I'm okay. I'm fine. Better than fine."

Logan shook his head, somewhat stupefied and walked briskly to his bathroom, hoping Garrett hadn't seen his little problem. Stripping quickly and turning the faucet as far cold as it could go, he hopped in, feeling some relief at the freezing water pelting his body and cooling down his raging boner. He let out a heavy sigh of relief and leaned a hand against the wall, closing his eyes and trying to relieve the pressure.

As if the video was on constant rewind in his head, the memory of almost kissing Jasmine kept replaying in his mind, over and over like a broken motion picture. He had been this close to kissing her. This close to fucking up their friendship.

"Shit… what have I done…" he mumbled under his breath.

It wasn't his fault he had acted on instinct. But he had seen her lick her lips, and it had sent his thoughts hurdling so hard to the gutter, he wasn't able to control himself fast enough. All he could think about were those cute lips of hers on his, sexy legs wrapped around his waist, or that mouth sucking off his–

Logan groaned. And Jasmine smelled unbelievably good. There was just something about her scent—even when she wasn't decorating herself with perfumes—that drove him wild if he got just the right whiff of it.

He felt like a pervert. It was bad enough that he was extremely physically attracted to her, but if she knew that he had jacked off to her image, she would never talk to him again. He was being a creep and a perv and a bad friend. But seriously, he couldn't help it. Jasmine was arguably his perfect girl. Both in personality and in looks. But as his best friend, he would be breaking some sort of Friendship 101 if he tried to get with her. Not to mention she'd probably be revolted. He saw how disgusted she was with Garrett. He didn't want her to think about himself in that way too.

But then again, when he'd tried to kiss her, Jasmine hadn't exactly pushed him away. Maybe it had to do with the weird atmosphere they had created, but she looked like she'd wanted it too. Like she was expecting it. She hadn't looked against it at all. Which could mean a whole plethora of things. Maybe she'd only been expecting it though because honestly, they'd ended their movie night like a real date. It had felt like one, so he'd gone in for the kiss like he usually did. In the past, Logan had never gone a date without ending it with some kind of base. And from his conversations with Jasmine in the past, it was the same with her.

He slumped against the wall, breathing heavily as he came down from his high. He turned off the shower and leaned against the wall for a few moments, just resting. After releasing the bottled in breath he had been holding, he left the bathroom and headed to his room, toweling himself dry as he went. He knew it was only a temporary solution though. It was only a matter of time before his hormones got uncontrollable again. Shit. He was twenty for goodness sake! You would think he could get himself under control and stop acting like his thirteen year old self at his first pool party where girls started growing boobs and wearing bikinis.

But… the more he thought about it, the more he realized it wasn't like he always wanted to kiss every girl he went on a date with. Sometimes he just went with the flow. If she happened to lean in and pucker up, who was he to deny a kiss? It was good for practice too. But rarely did he ever feel like he definitely wanted the girl.

Until just then.

What he had felt earlier had been a feeling that he recognized he usually reserved for girls who he wanted to actively date. Possibly enter a real relationship with. It was the feeling he had with Tracy when he'd first met her.

And it was the feeling he recognized when he had wanted to kiss Jasmine…

Maybe he really did have feelings for Jasmine. Maybe the reason he could never shake the attraction he had to Jasmine was because he liked Jasmine more than just as a friend. He had considered that possibility a long time ago when they tried fake dating and then on and off through the years when they would hang out, but he usually dismissed the notion, figuring he was just projecting his attraction into the wrong category. But after tonight, he wasn't so sure anymore. If anything, the idea of liking Jasmine wasn't doing anything but making him think about what it would be like to walk into the kitchen to her wearing only one of his button down shirts. Which made him think about waking up next to her bashfully smiling face. Which made him think about tugging her clothes off and leading her to his bed…

And then an image of Jasmine's flustered face and kiss swollen lips popped into his mind, and he groaned, knowing he would never get any sleep that night if this cycle kept restarting. Just when the wet dream issue had finally started to get under control, now he had another issue to take care of. There really only was one way he could halt the vicious cycle.

"Fuck… I seriously need to get laid."

He slipped on sweats and tried to force his mind to think about anything other than Jasmine, their almost kiss, the mystery girl, or the fact that now Jasmine's face had filled in the mystery girl's blank one. He needed a real distraction.

He walked to the living room where Garrett had been taking notes on the game to improve his skills.

"Hey, Garrett. Is there anything I need to pick up for tomorrow's pregame?"

"Pack of condoms."

Logan narrowed his eyes at him, "What?"

Garrett cracked a smile, "I'm just kidding. Cuz you know last week you used up the rest of our reserve supply with J–" He paused, "With JK, the mystery girl."

"Right…" Logan replied, though he didn't smile. Garrett's little quip was only serving to remind him of exactly what he was trying hard not to remember at the moment. "Anything not having to do with sex? Like drinks or chips or something? Food's good. I can go pick up food."

Garrett frowned and stared at him oddly, "You're acting really weird. Did something happen between you and Jasmine?"

"No." Logan said quickly, leaving it at that.

"…Okaaaay." Garrett responded. "Well if you could grab some chips or something, that would be cool. And water bottles? And napkins. I'm not gonna be there tomorrow cuz I'm playing but there's got to be something to clean up little messes with. I mean you people can be so disgusting sometimes. Oh and tomorrow please don't let any drunk couples in my room. Who knows what they'll do to my stuff, and I really don't want anyone screwing on my bed…"

Logan tuned out Garrett's anal rambling and turned on his heels, grabbing the keys he left on the kitchen counter and leaving without a word. Garrett was making it worse. At least it was cold outside though. It helped to clear his head a little bit, though Logan had a sneaking suspicion that these thoughts would be plaguing him for quite a long time. And even worse than that, he had a feeling that only one person would be able to save him from his fantasies. And even worse than that, he knew she would never want anything to do with him in that way.

Logan hopped into his car and ignited the engine, hoping to get this shopping done long enough to relax a bit. Seriously. The more he thought about this, the more it made him more nervous. It was already bad enough that he tended to undress Jasmine with his eyes when he watched her sometimes. With the knowledge that he might possibly sort of kinda maybe a little bit somewhat have more than just friendly feelings for her, how the hell was he supposed to hang around her now?

And then a ringtone went off in his car. But it wasn't his phone's ringer.

It was a bird call.

And if he remembered correctly, that was Jasmine's ringer.

He looked down and saw Jasmine's phone in the cup holder, the screen light blinked showing the arrival of a new message. She must have left it in his car after their date earlier. Logan picked it up and saw a notification for a message from Garrett. He set it down again, eyes narrowed. Normally he would have been all over her text messages, but anything Jasmine related would set him off again and the last thing he wanted was to show up at the grocery store with a hard-on. Not to mention, he didn't particularly want to read conversations between her and Garrett. What he would find, he didn't exactly know, but the thought of reading some kind of confession or something about their hook up didn't peak his interest.

The phone pinged again to alert of a new text message, and Logan picked it up, curiosity getting the better of him. He read the message, expecting to fall into a worse mood.

Garrett had sent her a text. But it definitely wasn't what he had expected.

Hey. Logan was acting weird after your "date". Did he find out the truth?

Logan frowned. This was about him. Staring at the message for a good few minutes he tried to figure out what exactly Garrett meant. Garrett thought he was texting Jasmine right now. Which meant he didn't realize Logan had her phone. Which meant he was texting her about something secret. He unlocked the phone and responded carefully. He'd have to play his cards right to dig for some info without alarming Garrett.

The truth about what.

You know? The Incident.

"The Incident?" Logan muttered under his breath. What the heck did he mean by The Incident? Jasmine splashing Tracy with smoothie was an incident? Was that what he meant? Probably not… Garrett hadn't even been there... Although maybe it was? Jasmine could have easily told Garrett about the slushie fight. And Jasmine hadn't exactly been telling Logan the truth about that whole situation either.

No… He doesn't know…

Garrett's response after a few good seconds completely threw Logan off guard.

Well can you please tell him already?! It's getting harder and harder to keep this secret! I don't like keeping a secret from my best friend. Tell him the truth about that night already!

Logan read and reread the message over and over again, mouth slightly agar.

His friends had been acting entirely too shifty for a while. He was sure there was something they had been hiding from him or lying to him about. And here was his confirmation. He wasn't going to let this fly anymore.

Since they'd started looking for the girls on that list Jasmine especially had been secretive and difficult and just overall odd. He knew Jasmine very well. She wasn't particularly acting crazy or anything, but there was something decidedly strange happening around him and his friends. And he'd already had a feeling Delia and Lindy were involved based off of how they reacted when he'd told them his hypothesis that Garrett and Jasmine slept together. But now he had official confirmation that Garrett was also involved in this little lie. Did everyone know except for him?

What the hell was The Incident? And what had Jasmine lied to him about?

He set her phone back in the cup holder and took off to go to the store, stewing over the text he had just read. There was something wrong here. And Logan intended to find out. Even if he had to blackmail Jasmine to get it out of her. Or bribe her. Or seduce her…