A/N: Soooo addressing Anisha's comment from a couple chapters ago, yes, Oopsidaisy is ending, which breaks my heart because this was my first large multichaptered fic ever. As of now, there is only the epilogue left. So this is the penultimate chapter guys. Next chapter is the very last. :( It was a little difficult deciding to close out the story, but there was nothing more I could add to the plot to extend it naturally or in a way that made sense. This seemed like a natural place to cut it.
(Lol this chapter would have been up last night, but I started binge watching Kim Possible and got distracted... and then fell asleep).
Now some news: I do have a few Jogan oneshots/stories I'm thinking of publishing so I'll definitely put up more in the future when I have less on my plate. As for Guest requests for Jogan smut stories? :3 Uhhhhhh, raincheck? I'm not exactly feeling it for Jogan right now. And if I don't have that itch to write it, then it takes forever to write. But again, we'll see!
Thank you for the reviews and kind words! I am so happy for all the feedback and the support for each chapter! I think I responded to them all. If I didn't, I am so sorry! Just let me know and I'll do better to address them properly! :D
Disclaimer: I don't own IDDI and I'm only using the characters to entertain!
Jasmine stared up at Logan in a bit of shock.
"What—"
"I'm so glad you haven't left yet!"
Jasmine barely got a word in before Logan pushed past her, talking animatedly.
"Look I don't know if you've been on Instagram, but there's some misleading image and I came here as soon as possible to explain because I swear it's not what it seems."
She blinked, staring out the doorway for a moment where he had just been standing, before she shut the door and turning to Logan with a frown.
"Jasmine, I know this thing that was posted probably will look really bad but—"
"Logan, shut up." She said. "I saw the picture."
His mouth snapped shut and he quieted, watching her with trepidation.
"Did you sleep with Tracy?" Jasmine asked seriously, her pulse racing. If he said yes, she wouldn't know what to do.
"No." he replied. "We didn't do anything. I didn't touch her."
And Jasmine stared up at him for a moment. There was only sincerity in his gaze. He was being honest. A sigh escaped her lips, and she ran her fingers through her hair in relief. That was one weight off her chest. But there were still issues to take care of.
"Alright Logan. I believe you."
"You do? Oh thank God!" he smiled, looking incredibly relieved, "I just showed up at her dorm, and she tricked me and I was so sure you wouldn't ever speak to me again after she took that picture."
"I do believe you. But that said, there's something I have to…"
And then she paused and frowned, realizing what he had just said.
"Hold on a second." Her eyes narrowed. "Why the hell did you go to her dorm in the first place?"
Logan's brows lifted a bit in alarm, and he groaned.
"Wait, it's not what you think."
"And for that matter, why did you go to her dorm right after we had our argument?"
"I was…" he hesitated and then clammed up.
"Friendship Code of Honesty." Jasmine snapped, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"Garrett suggested I find JK to try to make things better between us." Logan gestured between the two of them. "And since Tracy propositioned me, I figured she knew who JK was."
Jasmine felt pinpricks of irritation.
"So you willingly went to Tracy's dorm, knowing that she wanted to bang you and that she's a bitch, all because you were trying to figure out the mystery girl?" Jasmine snarked, giving Logan a dry look, "Are you stupid? Why is finding the mystery girl so important to you?"
"Hey!" Logan's brows furrowed in offense. "Maybe in hindsight, it wasn't such a good idea, but can you blame me for being a little desperate? You left me no choice. You said you weren't talking to me."
"What the hell does me not talking to you because you fucked up have anything to do with the mystery girl?"
"Look, you may not get it, but when this whole thing started, I thought this mystery girl felt like someone I'd known forever. I just wanted to know who she was. And then the whole thing just got crazy and our friendship got screwed up, so I wanted to get rid of the thing that made it so bad in the first place. Even if it meant walking into enemy territory."
She groaned. Alright, so it was confirmed. This whole mess really was all her fault. Right down to the argument they were having now.
"Okay. We're fixing this right now. I need to tell you something. Logan, the truth is—"
"Hold on. I didn't finish." He took a couple steps closer to her. "Jaz, I'm not trying to find her anymore because I'm interested in her. Things between us have gotten so bad. So I wanted to find her so that I can get this distraction out of the way, and we can go back to being friends."
Jasmine's frown loosened and she slowly uncrossed her arms, feeling a little guilty. He cared about the ruin of their friendship just as much as she did. He had done it so that their friendship could be salvaged.
"But above that, I wanted to find her so we can focus on something else." He shrugged with a half-grin, stepping closer to her and tugging her to him by the waist. Jasmine's eyes widened the slightest bit as her heart began to race. "Like, you know, the fact that you like me, and I haven't really given you a proper response. You know, without the context of a stupid seduction plot."
She stared up at him, feeling a small blush start to grow on her face. "And what's that?"
"Maybe I like you too."
"Maybe?" Jasmine responded flirtatiously, curling her arms around his neck.
"Definitely."
And she actually believed he liked her this time. He wouldn't have gone through such stupid measures otherwise.
"How much?" Jasmine asked, biting her lip to keep from smiling.
His eyes went straight to her lips, and he gazed at them, leaning a little bit closer to her.
"I could show you." He muttered, his tone dropping quite a bit.
The azure of his eyes was shining with something pretty intense and darkly seductive, and Jasmine's breath hitched a little in her throat. Shit, it was a turn on. She wasn't supposed to be getting this affected by Logan. She did want him to kiss her again. But not like this. Not when she was feeling completely guilty and there was still something to take care of.
With a sigh, Jasmine unlatched her arms from his neck and pulled herself away from him, ignoring the confused expression on his face and walking to the couch. She plopped down on the couch, running a hand carefully through her hair so she didn't tug it too hard and accidentally upset the tender spot on her forehead.
"Logan, we need to talk."
She patted the spot next to him and he walked over, sitting down next to her, something like anxious surprise on his face.
"Are you still mad at me?"
"I'm not mad." She glanced at him, her eyes a little narrowed. "Although I am a little peeved that you went to Tracy in the first place."
"Still? That happened like yesterday."
"It happened literally a half hour ago, Logan." she said dryly.
Logan sighed and shifted in his seat so he was facing her more. He took her hands in his and Jasmine's heart began to double time.
"What are you—"
"Jaz, I know I was stupid to tell you I liked you and then go straight to Tracy, but you have to let it go. I'm sorry, okay? I was stupid, but if it matters that much to you I promise I'll give up on this whole JK thing. It's done. Tossed out the window. Finished."
She winced slightly. "Actually, that's what we need to talk about. Mystery girl JK."
He watched her quietly, waiting patiently for her to speak.
"So remember how you found the brush and you showed me and I spit up my coffee everywhere?"
"Yeah?"
"And then you found the initials on the brush and wanted to find JK?"
"You going somewhere with this?"
She nodded. "And then remember how I made up that stupid list of girls for us to search?"
"Man, we didn't even put a dent in the list."
"That's because I wasn't looking for anyone."
His brows furrowed. "Why not?"
"The whole list thing was me covering tracks." He frowned, and Jasmine swallowed thickly. She took a deep breath. It was now or never. "My tracks."
"Wait…" he said slowly, a look of recognition appearing on his features, "Are you saying you're the mystery girl?"
She nodded.
"Wow. Jasmine Kang. JK. Can't believe I didn't pick up on the obvious. And now that I think about it, I remember you using that brush before." He smacked his forehead. "Come to think of it, your name wasn't even in the list was it?"
She shook her head, trying to gauge his reaction to her confession.
"And The Incident is?"
"Me drunkenly hooking up with you last weekend. I pretended it was Garrett so I could get you off my tail, but we all know how that turned out." He didn't really react, and Jasmine continued, eyes slightly downcast, "That's why I started freaking out when you started pinpointing characteristics and things that all pointed to me as JK. I didn't want you to know."
"You know… that actually makes a lot of sense that you're mystery girl. I thought it was strange that kissing you felt really familiar. But I'm glad."
She looked up, surprised by his pensive reaction. "Huh?"
"I mean, I was kind of hoping it would be you. Especially since you've been the only girl I've imagined in my dreams."
Her cheeks burned a little red. "What? You're not mad."
"I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm kind of pissed off Jaz, but it's kind of a relief to be honest. If JK had been any other girl, I honestly would have felt like I was betraying you in some way, thinking about her all the time."
Jasmine was so confused. "Wait, what do you mean?"
"I mean I was going to be with you for real. Pursue you seriously." He shrugged. "If there was another girl I was thinking about, it could have made things worse between us. Which was another reason why I wanted to find JK so much."
"You wanted to try to be with me for real?"
"Yeah. But that's beside the point." Logan said, his mouth turned down in something like a frown. "You lied to me. For a whole week. And kept this a secret. And then you tried to make me feel bad for pursuing it which is really messed up. And the horrible, blue balls I had to suffer through. Not to mention all the jealousy I had to deal with thinking you and Garrett had hooked up. And then you had the nerve to get mad at me for going to Tracy's when you lied to me for so long."
Jasmine felt bad and nodded in agreement. She'd been terrible about this whole situation, leading him on and dragging him along for some crazy ride he didn't deserve. But when she lifted her eyes and met his gaze, she was surprised to see that, for some reason, Logan's face looked more amused than upset or pissed off.
"So I think you should apologize." he finished.
Jasmine nodded again. "I'm sorry, Logan. I'm sorry I withheld the information. I should have just told you what happened from—"
"Jasmine." He tapped his lips with a smile. "I think you should apologize."
Jasmine frowned, a light blush growing on her cheeks. "Logan."
"Friendship Code of Honesty. Subsection four, paragraph three. In order to be forgiven for the transgression, if the liar sustains said lie and denies truth despite numerous questioning and opportunities to reveal said truth, they will be subjected to doing anything the person who was lied to requests."
Her eyes narrowed. "That is so not what the punishment was. We made this in third grade. I'm pretty sure I owe you ice cream."
The look in his eyes was a little dangerous as he smirked.
"Ice cream. A kiss. Same thing."
She blinked at him for a second, feeling her pulse start to dance from the look in his eyes.
"Fine. If it means I'll be forgiven."
"It will."
She knew this was a little nervewracking, and her head pounded a little bit when her heart rate increased, but she steeled her nerves, cupping his face in one hand before she leaned over and pressed her lips to his.
It was soft and almost chaste, but Jasmine felt a chill run down her back when their lips touched. It wasn't even a heavy kiss or anything in any way, but the electricity that ran through her body roused something in her and she sighed against his lips.
She pulled back a little, her eyes fluttering open slowly, lips still a little puckered. She looked up at Logan to find him watching her with slightly half-lidded eyes. She could clearly see the same look reflected in his eyes that she knew she had in hers.
"That wasn't so bad was it?" he teased, sliding his arms around her waist.
"Shut up…"
She leaned in and met his lips again, tingles spreading through her body. Her lips moved with his and she reached up, curling her hands into his collar and grasping his shirt. She wanted him closer than this. She wanted to feel his body pressed up against hers, the heat from his body surrounding her. She tugged him hard, pulling him on top of her as she fell back against the couch.
In their sort of frenzy, they lost their balance and tumbled off of the couch, rolling off the side. Jasmine landed on Logan who ended up sprawled on his back for a second, groaning a bit. Jasmine winced because, her knees banging on the floor aside, the light pounding in her head was starting to intensify.
"Jaz, you okay?" he asked, his hands settling on her thighs on either side of him.
She responded by leaning down and kissing him again, sliding her hands to his face and breath hitching when his hands lightly traced the curve of her thighs. She grinded against his groin, loving the way his body shuddered a bit under her from the contact. Her head was throbbing, pulsing from the jolt of pleasure and making her more dizzy than she'd ever been, but she was too far gone.
He lowered his lips to her neck, leaving playful little nips and gentle tugs on the sensitive skin and she squirmed on his lap, a rush of heat dancing through her body when he tugged particularly sharply. Fuck, Logan's hands were rubbing the back of her thighs, setting a path of goosebumps everywhere he touched, igniting a fire in between her legs. Her mind was starting to shut down, the bubbling pleasure in her body making the only thing she could register her growing need to be fucked.
The apartment door open, and she heard Delia's humming as she threw her keys onto the kitchen counter and walked in. The footsteps paused.
"Christ... Jasmine, if you want to fuck somebody, can you do it in the privacy of your own room? I mean shit, I'm all for voyeurism and all, but not where I clip my toenails and shave my legs."
Jasmine's face scrunched up in disgust, and Logan removed his mouth from her neck, nose wrinkled in disgust.
"Great…" Jasmine said over her shoulder, giving Delia a cross look, "Mood officially killed."
"Whatever." Delia waved off the comment. "What happened to you liking Logan? Did you just give up and decide to go after someone else?"
Logan sat up, taking one hand off of Jasmine's leg and waving nonchalantly.
"Hey."
"Oh wow." Delia's eyes widened the slightest bit, and a smirk appeared on her lips. "Okay so when did this happen, and how come I didn't know about it?"
"Like five minutes before you came in and ruined the mood." Jasmine sassed, "Learn to read the atmosphere."
"Hey. If you wanted to screw like rabbits, you could have easily moved to your bedroom. Not my fault." And then Delia frowned. "So I take it you two have resolved your issue then? You took my advice?"
"Yeah." Jasmine smiled. "Turned out I should have just done that from the beginning."
"I told you so. But, you know…" Delia glanced at Logan suspiciously. "Have you seen the thing Tracy posted, Jasmine?"
"We worked it out." And the Jasmine frowned in annoyance. "But Tracy is so gonna pay… Hey, Deels, you can still break into doors pretty easily right?"
A dark little chuckle escaped Delia's lips, and she steepled her fingers together evilly.
"Why yes, Jasmine. I'm very well versed in the art of breaking and entering."
"You still got that industrial strength super glue from last year?"
"In my purse." Delia's grin grew, her eyes glinting ominously behind her glasses. "Eternal Cohesion?"
"Eternal Cohesion…" Jasmine said darkly, nodding in confirmation. "I would do it myself, but concussion. I want the works Delia. I'm talking full-blown, outrageous, and comically unbelievable."
"Done." Delia cackled with laughter, "I'll take care of her."
"I want pictures, Deels." Jasmine growled. "Maybe a couple videos too."
Delia saluted her with a nasty grin before snatching her keys up off of the table, turning on her heels, and walking straight of the apartment.
"Eternal Cohesion?" Logan asked in confusion, "What the hell is that?"
"Don't worry about it…" Jasmine said, an alarming little smile on her lips.
"Can you get arrested for this?"
"If they can prove it..." Jasmine shrugged. Then she leaned against him with a slight groan. "Logan, my head kind of hurts."
It really did. The once throbbing was now a sharp stinging pain in her head every time she moved it. She overdid it. Plus, the trainer had asked them to keep the makeouts out of her healing process but they'd disregarded the warning. The trainer hadn't been kidding when she told her to avoid it.
"Yeah. We should stop anyway." Logan said with a small laugh, gently curling her hair behind her ear. "You need rest for your head."
Jasmine nodded, leaning a little bit into his hand and feeling slightly dazed. Damn. It sucked she couldn't do more with Logan since she had this stupid injury. So basically nothing could really happen until she was better.
"So what now?" He asked.
"Now? I think we should go back to the way things were a week ago now that things have been cleared between us."
He shrugged. "Or you know, we could accept the fact that we're both idiots who made some pretty dumb decisions—"
"The only idiot here is you, Logan."
"—and move forward in our relationship. Past friendship."
Her gaze snapped to his. "What. You mean…?"
"Yeah." He smiled. "I think we've both been waiting long enough. We sure were dense."
"Let's get something straight." Jasmine rose a brow as she got off his lap and climbed back onto the couch, leaning back to try to alleviate some of the pressure in her head. "I knew how I felt since high school. You're the one who was dense."
"Fine. Point taken." He laughed a little before looking up at her seriously. "But do you want to give it a try? I mean, we basically are a couple. We've checked all the things couples do off the list already."
That was true. They'd gone on a date, had sex (despite the fact that it was a drunken hook-up), kissed each other multiple times, spent all their time together, were really close friends, liked each other (maybe even more). They had already long been a couple. It had just taken them some time to realize it. And yeah, there was the obvious Incident mess that kind of scrambled things up.
"Alright," she finally said, "Boyfriend."
He smiled triumphantly.
"Now get up here and snuggle with me. I need a cuddle buddy."
"Your wish is my command." He saluted her. "Girlfriend."
He hopped on the couch, tugging her closer so she was tucked tightly against him before wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Jasmine leaned into him, curling up in his side and laying her head on his shoulder.
She smiled in bliss as he gently rubbed her arm.
She and Logan were officially Jogan.
Fucking finally…