A/N: Yeah, by popular vote High T wins :) But that doesn't mean it's not going to be vulgar IF I decide to write a scene. It's vulgar either way. One just determines whether it will be the kind of vulgar that you will be blinded by.
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Logan sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Can we talk?"
"Sure." She stepped aside, letting him into the overly fruity scented suite style dorm. Tracy's roommate watched them curiously for a few seconds before losing interest and turning back to face the TV. "But my roomie is in. We'll have to talk in my room."
Then she winked at him, and Logan somewhat grimaced, knowing that what he had to say was not going to be taken well. He followed her past the mini sitting area to Tracy's room, a place he had been in several times in the past. It was still just as pink and nauseating as it had always been. Tracy sat down on the edge of her bed and patted the seat next to her, encouraging Logan to sit down. He let out a sigh and tentatively sat next to her.
"Look, Tracy…" he winced, "I don't know how to say this… but I came here for help with Jasmine. Not because I'm trying to hook up with you. She confessed to me. And I kind of messed up."
Her smile slowly fell, and her expression was replaced by something cold, dark, and sinister.
"Are you serious right now, Logan?" she laughed incredulously, "You know I don't like her. Why the hell should I help you with anything Jasmine related?"
"I came here to get official closure from this thing you and I had." He said, meeting her furious gaze, "We never officially ended things, so I think I owe it to both of us to cut off our relationship for good."
Her eyes narrowed, "Let me guess. You're trying to get with Jasmine now?"
Logan smiled apologetically, "I really like her."
Tracy rolled her eyes and scoffed under her breath in annoyance, "Screw you. Why do you like her so much? She's not even that great."
"I mean, sure, she's got a horrible temper, and she can be overly competitive and snippy sometimes." He smiled fondly, "But she's perfect. She's beautiful. And I love the way her smile lights up her face, and she's so unbelievably sexy when she gets mad. And then all I can think about is kissing the anger right off her face."
Tracy sneered at him in distaste. "So you just want to get in her pants."
"No, not just that. She's my best friend, and I can spend hours with her, and it still wouldn't be enough."
"So it's just about familiarity then?"
"Well yes. But no. I've known lots of friends my entire life. If it were just familiarity, then I'd like Delia just as much. But it's something different with Jasmine. Yeah, I do want to sleep with her. But it's so much more than that. I want to be with her for the long run. I want to spend time with her. I want to be her boyfriend. Not just a fuck buddy. Or a best friend with benefits."
Tracy's frown gradually lessened as Logan explained, and she watched him shrewdly.
"And that's why I need your help…" Logan continued, earnestly holding her gaze. "I need you to tell me who the mystery girl is. I know it's selfish of me to ask, especially since you won't be getting anything out of it, but I need it to save my relationship with Jasmine. I don't think anyone has made me so happy before and if I lost that, I don't know what I would do."
She searched his eyes for a moment, silently watching him before she sighed dejectedly.
"Why am I even fighting to keep you…" she muttered under her breath, finally breaking eye contact.
"Because you like me?" Logan shrugged, a small, teasing grin on his face as he nudged her shoulder playfully.
"You know… I was your girlfriend since sophomore year, Logan." A small smile appeared on Tracy's face. "And every time we broke up, you would always come back to me. And then this year, you didn't."
He frowned. "You cheated on me multiple times, Tracy. It's a good thing I didn't go back to you."
"I know. I was a terrible girlfriend." She admitted, picking at her nail polish. "But you know Logan? Even when we were actually a functional couple, I never was your girlfriend."
"What do you mean?"
"It was always Jasmine this and Jasmine that. I was your girlfriend in name but definitely not your real girlfriend."
"And that's why you cheated?" he snorted incredulously, "Because you were jealous?"
"Stupid, I know. But some girls do stupid things when they're… jealous." She said calmly, looking at a spot on her rug, "Guess I'm one of those girls…"
She looked back up and met his gaze, the hazel eyes glinting, "But I want to make it up to you."
"So you'll help me?" Logan grinned.
She smiled, "I will help you find her with clues. But I can't tell you who the mystery girl is. I'm sure she'll want to tell you herself."
"Can't you just say who it is?" Logan groaned, falling backwards onto her bed and rubbing his forehead in annoyance, "All this cryptic bullshit is starting to wear me out. I just want to know who it is."
"Nope. Not my call. She'll tell you soon enough, I'm sure." Tracy giggled, high pitched and a little cringe-inducing. "In the meantime, you need to go back to Jasmine and clear up the confusion. You don't want to lose her do you?"
"No. I don't want to lose her." He tilted his head and smiled at Tracy, "You're being really cool about all this. Thanks."
"Oh yeah. It's no problem. Thanks for ending things and giving me closure." She said breezily, standing up and stretching her limbs. "So here's your closure from me to you."
Without an expression, she pulled her phone out of her back pocket and snapped a picture of him lying down on her bed. Logan rose a brow, watching her in confusion.
"Guess who just hooked up with this cutie?" Tracy stated slowly as she typed on her phone. Then she glanced up and looked at him, her eyes flashing dangerously. "Posted to Instagram."
He sat up with a frown, his heart suddenly starting to race in trepidation.
"Tracy, what the fuck."
"You're not very bright, are you?" She said, eyeing him in boredom, "You actually thought it was a good idea to come here of all places? And ask for help after I propositioned you? Use your brain. Tracy Connors always has the last laugh."
Logan shot up to his feet, glowering at her. "That's low. I thought you were better than that!"
"Please. I'm a bitch and everybody knows it. But for some reason, you never did. I guess that's what I liked about you. I had you wrapped around my pinky finger and no matter how shitty I treated you, you always came back." She sat back on her bed, yawning as if she had better things to do than listen to him angrily berating her. "I guess if I'm going to miss anything about our relationship, it's that you were my little dog."
"You know what, Tracy? One day you're going to look back on this day when you're alone and lonely and every one of your thirty something marriages have failed and wish that you were a better person!"
Her expression flared in annoyance. "Yeah? Well one day, you'll look back on this day when Jasmine is married to someone that's not you and wish that you'd been smart enough not to go back to the girl who literally made your life hell."
His stomach dropped to his feet at her words.
"What?"
"You're tagged in my photo." She shrugged indifferently, "Better run to your girl and hope she hasn't seen this picture yet. Because if I confessed to a guy and saw a picture like that, I would definitely not get with him."
"No…"
"Bye, bye Logan." She tittered happily, waving with her fingers. "See you never."
"You're such a–"
"A bitch?" she rolled her eyes, "I've heard that one before. Come up with something more creative."
"No. You're such a pitiful person." He snapped sharply, for the first time in his life feeling absolute disgust with someone, "You're so disgusted with yourself and hate yourself and that's why you treat everyone else like shit. I honestly feel sorry for you. I hope one day you find someone who can help you love who you are, because clearly, you have no respect or love for yourself."
Her lips pursed in offense, and she narrowed her eyes but said nothing.
Logan shook his head in disdain and then bounded out of the room and out of the suite, running on his way as fast as he could towards Jasmine's apartment. He had to do damage control. And fast. Because once again, he had tried to do what was right and fix this mess, but he'd made things infinitely worse. What the hell did it take to make one thing right with his best friend?!
He sincerely hoped Jasmine hadn't seen the image yet. Because if she had, he was pretty sure that would be the end of their relationship.
For good.