Title: And So It Goes
Author: SLynn
Rating: T
Pairings: Logan/Camille and Kendall/Jo
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Does anyone actually read this? If so, these characters and settings are not mine. I'm only borrowing.

Summary: Katie has a plan, but it's Kelly that ends up needing one.

Chapter 15

Katie sat in the lounge chair by the pool, moodily watching as Logan and Carlos sat talking with the Jennifers. She didn't know what was wrong with her and, for the first time, seriously considered confessing everything to her mom. Her plan had mostly worked, largely due to luck, but even though she was getting to spend more time with Logan, it never seemed like enough.

Like tonight. She'd expected that it would be just her and him, but Logan had turned around and invited Carlos along. They'd still had fun, but she was disappointed. And, to make matters worse, since they'd gotten back, he'd practically ignored her completely.

"Hi, Katie."

Katie looked up and sighed.

"I don't know where Kendall is."

"I do," Jo said, sitting in the unoccupied chair next to Katie's. "He's playing basketball."

Katie kind of shrugged and then picked the book she was pretending to read back up, in hopes that Jo would take the hint. She didn't really feel like talking to anyone.

"You know," Jo said, settling in beside her, "you may have gotten rid of Camille, but eventually he's going to find another girlfriend."

Katie turned to look at Jo, her eyes wide with fear.

"How did you..."

"I didn't," Jo said with a nervous laugh. "Lucky guess."

"You're going to tell Kendall, aren't you?"

Jo shook her head, her face set with a small frown.

"Camille?" Katie asked, and this time she almost sounded hopeful.

"No."

"You can't tell Logan," Katie said, sitting up completely and facing her brother's girlfriend.

"I'm not going to tell anyone."

"Thanks."

"You're going to."

"No way."

"Katie, you have..."

"No," Katie said quickly, getting to her feet and walking away.

"Then, I will tell your mom," Jo called after her.

Katie stopped, let out a huff of air, and then did an about face and walked right back to Jo.

"What do you want?" Katie asked, completely serious.

Jo furrowed her brow in confusion.

"I know how this racket works," Katie continued. "So, what does it take to keep you quiet? Money? Because I've got money."

"Katie, I'm not blackmailing you."

"Then what are you doing?"

"I'm trying to get you to do the right thing. You broke up -"

Katie interrupted her with a loud, "Shh!"

Jo rolled her eyes and took Katie gently by the elbow, walking her out of the semi-crowded pool area and off to the side.

"Katie," Jo tried again. "You lied to both of them. And sooner or later someone, who's not me, is going to figure that out. You have to tell the truth now, before this really gets out of control. Right now, it's still fixable, but if you wait too long..."

"I can't," Katie said, her voice small in her own ears. "He's going to hate me. I know it was wrong, but... I didn't know what else to do."

"You really like him a lot," Jo remarked.

Katie didn't answer her, but she really didn't need to. Jo knew that Mrs. Knight was a great mom, but thought that it still must be kind of lonely for Katie to be surrounded by nothing but boys older than she was all of the time. Katie was tough, tougher than most adults Jo knew, but she was still a young girl on the verge of becoming a young woman.

"Katie, there's really nothing else you can do. You're going to have to come clean"

"About everything?"

"Afraid so."

"But... what if he laughs?"

"He won't," Jo assured her.

"He might."

"Logan won't laugh at you," Jo repeated, believing it.

"Camille's going to freak out," Katie said, blowing out a breath of air.

"I'll handle Camille," Jo offered, "but you have to tell Logan."

"Okay," Katie sighed. "How's next week sound?"

"How's tonight sound?"

"Ugh," Katie said, throwing her head back in frustration. "Okay. Tonight. I'll... I'll tell him tonight. I'll do it now even. Might as well."

Jo watched as Katie took several slow steps in Logan's direction, before wheeling back around at her with a pleading look on her face.

"Are you sure I can't just give you some money?"

"Katie."

"All right," she sighed, and headed off to what felt like her doom.

Katie slid into the empty chair next to Logan's and waited for her opening. It wasn't easy coming, Logan seemed really intent on engaging all of his attention on the three girls at the table with him and Carlos. And, because of that, and maybe because she hoped he didn't really like Camille as much as he thought he did, Katie reconsidered. If Logan was happier, and right now he did look happier, maybe she hadn't done too bad of a thing after all.

And then, just when she'd decided she'd go back and argue her point to Jo again, she caught it. Logan's eyes darted off briefly in the direction he'd last spotted Camille. And she knew what was behind that look; she knew exactly how he felt at that moment, because not ten minutes ago it had been her looking at him that same way.

"Logan?"

"Hey, Katie," he said, just noticing she'd joined them.

"Can... Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Of course."

Katie stood up and motioned for him to follow, which he did a bit reluctantly. She wound through the various people hanging out on the patio, through the lobby, and out the side door that led off to the park.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"Here," Katie said, smiling weakly as she sat down on one of the benches. There were still plenty of kids out, but most of them were over at the basketball courts, so they were relatively alone.

"Is something wrong?" he asked her as he took a seat on her left.

"I need to tell you something."

"Okay."

"You know the night you came home late?"

"Yeah, I remember," he said with the hint of a smile.

"Well, I kind of..."

"Katie," Logan cut her off, shaking his head and now smiling for real. "I know you woke your mom up. Kendall told me. You don't have to say sorry..."

"It's not just that."

Logan sat up straighter and turned towards her now, curious as to what more there could be.

"There's really no good way to do this," she muttered under her breath, hands clasped tightly before her.

"Sorry?" Logan said, leaning in but for a long time she didn't speak.

"You asked me... You remember that note you gave me," Katie continued awkwardly. "That... that..."

"What about it?"

"Logan..."

Katie took another deep breath and the words seemed stuck. She was trying to get them out, but found she couldn't speak.

"Katie, what is it?"

"I never gave it to Camille," she finally blurted out.

For a minute or more, Logan just stared at her as if he'd heard what she'd said but couldn't process the meaning.

"What?"

"I never gave her your note," Katie repeated, looking now at her shoes. Afraid to meet his eyes.

Logan didn't say anything, and after another long minute of complete silence, she hazarded a glance up at him.

"What did you tell her?" he finally asked, but his voice had become so quiet, Katie almost hadn't heard him at all.

"I told her that you didn't want to see her anymore."

"Is this some kind of joke?" he asked her, that worry line of his etched firmly above his brow. He wasn't yelling, but the words had still come out harsh.

"No," she said quickly, shaking her head and mentally kicking herself as she felt the first few tears slip down her cheeks.

"Then why? Why would you do that? Katie, do you know what you've done? What you've put me through? I thought -"

"I'm really sorry."

"Sorry?" he repeated, and she was shocked to see that he had tears in his eyes that matched hers. "I don't understand. Why?"

"I don't know," she lied, more out of panic than self-preservation.

"Was it a joke?" he asked again, because it was the only reason he could come up with for what she'd done. "Was this something you did because you were bored? What? What made you do this to me? And Camille, too."

Logan got up abruptly and walked a few feet away from the bench and back again, trying to remain calm.

"I didn't think it would be like this," she said quietly.

"Then what did you think was going to happen?"

"I just thought... I thought if you weren't seeing her anymore... I thought you might have more time to spend..." Katie stopped and fumbled for some way to avoid actually saying it. " ...with other people."

"So this whole thing? All of it was just... just, for what? Because you wanted me to hang out? I don't..."

Katie said nothing, just looked down at her hands.

"Did you pay that guy to punch me?" Logan had to ask.

"No," she vehemently denied.

"And the thing with your mom? Her wanting one of us to watch you?"

"I may have exaggerated that a bit."

Logan let out a humorless laugh as he dropped his head down into his hands.

"I'm really sorry."

"You know, Katie, if you wanted to spend time with me, you could have just asked. You could have just said, 'Hey Logan, lets go to the pool' and I would have gone. I'm your friend, Katie. You didn't have to... Why'd you -"

It struck him so suddenly that he felt like his whole body had gone numb. Without her ever saying so, Logan knew. It had all clicked neatly into place, and he stopped feeling sorry for himself and looked her in the eyes.

"Katie," he said, no longer hurt or confused, but too late. She'd already ran away.