Page 15 of The List of Things

“Why are you out here? You should be taking your final.”

“Yeah, I finished before you did… I was waiting for you to be done so I could follow you out here,” He probably bombed it if he finished before I did.

“And how do you think you did?” I ask.

“Wonderful thanks to you, hey about what you said in class… Pleading my case, and all that…”

I cross my arms over my chest as I stare at the persistent but incredibly adorable quarterback in front of me, “Go ahead, but don’t expect a different outcome.”

“See here’s the thing. I’ve only got about three weeks until summer session starts. Which means I’ve got three weeks to pack a lot of fun in, and that’s what this would be. Kind of like, we date for a few weeks, and there are no strings attached, and that’s all it is… You’re an attractive woman, and we get along well, or at least I think we have these past few months of tutoring… I don’t see why there’s a problem,” He makes the offer sound incredibly tempting, all I can do is shake my head, a soft smile on my lips.

I can’t.

“Bellamy, you’re a nester.”

He narrows his eyes, “A what?”

“A nester. You date for a long time. You go out with people to find a girlfriend. You’re super romantic and all mushy and I don’t do that. I don’t date. I hookup. I don’t want to hurt you or-”

“You don’t think I’m capable of casual?” I can’t tell if he’s actually offended, but I do know he sounds like he might be.

“You have proven that you aren’t. You dated that one girl for the first two years you were here, and then you started dating Leah over the summer, and you two broke up, and ever since… Well, you’ve been single but I have serious doubts that you have hooked up… Have you?”

“Once,” He shrugs his broad shoulders. “But that’s not even a good point. Because I said there were no strings attached and I meant it. We wouldn’t even really be dating. We’d be like… Fake dating.”

I narrow my eyes, the idea sounding better and better which only annoys me. So I just need to turn him off of the idea of me, that way he’ll change his mind. There’s no way any of this would end well.

“My body count is 23, give or take a few people,” I know most men would turn their nose up to that number.

Bellamy looks completely unphased though, “More experience. More fun. Do you really think the amount of people you’ve slept with bothers me?”

What in the feminist bullshit is this?As if he wasn’t already hot.Now he’s respectful too?

“It would bother most.”

“Well, I’m a different breed,” He tries to market himself to me, but I keep trying to give him a major ick.

“I’ll always like my vibrator more than I’ll like you.”

“Honestly I like your vibrator more than I like me, and I like me a lot.”

I work hard to hold my laughter in, knowing it would make it incredibly hard to drive this point through.

“I have a crazy ex that might kill you.”

“I’d love to see him try,” He sounds incredibly serious now, and the thought of Dylan against Bellamy is almost laughable when I think about it.

“I murdered someone once,” I lie.

“And you didn’t call me for help hiding the body?”

I’m officially out of ideas. I guess I have to let him down hard.

“I leave in two weeks to go back home to my parents... There’s no time.”

“I can make a lot of things happen in two weeks for you. Hell, give me ten minutes and I could make something happen for you,” He shamelessly hits on me, and my jaw drops.

His smirk grows into a smile, and I hold the smile appearing on my face too, “You’re making it so much harder to say no...”

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