Page 5 of The List of Things

He’s got to be at least 6’1, possibly taller, which is significant compared to my 5’4. He’s a skyscraper in men’s clothing. A skyscraper with a heart-melting smile that he’s flashing at me right now.

“Why do you have practice? The season is over, can’t you-”

“It’s not actual practice. You know summer sessions are happening in a few weeks and I have to go do the drills that coach called. Come on Hart, give me something, anything,” He practically begs, and I tighten my hold on myself, keeping my arms crossed over my chest.

He’s persistent and charming, which are two very dangerous qualities to have.

“Can you stop calling me by my last name like I’m a football player? And I can’t help you, Bellamy, I’m sorry. We tutored the other day, you said you were fine,” I shrug.

“Saturday?”

I shake my head at his suggestion, “I’m working, and then I have plans.”

“Fine, Sunday?” He gives another option.

“The student center isn’t even open on Sunday.”

We’ve never studied anywhere other than the student center. Bellamy gets distracted far too easily, even in a place designed for studying. I’m not trying to make excuses. I don’t mind tutoring him, but I’m not going out of my way to make it possible.

“So come to my apartment then,” Bellamy stops talking when he hears me laughing at the silly proposal.

“Do you really think we could get any studying done with Griffin and Lawson?” I mention his roommates who are both loud and rowdy just like Bellamy, and every other player on their team.

“Good point… I can come to you then,” He offers. I stare at him blankly. “Please... Pretty please with me on top? I’ll do anything, Kamryn. Please.”

If he actually needs help, I’d be a complete dick to say no. I’ve been tutoring him all semester to prepare for this test. I would hate for it to be for nothing.

“I mean I do know where you live. Technically I can just show up, and beg you on your doorstep. I have great puppy dog eyes, and I’m phenomenal at begging,” He tilts his head, his full lips pressed into a suggestive grin.

He wiggles his eyebrows at me, only making me roll my eyes. That doesn’t change the fact that I’m smirking too.

“Fine, you can come to my apartment. I swear to god, you better not be late,” I say.

He smiles a big toothy grin now. We’ve worked around his football schedule all semester so I don’t see why I can’t do it one last time. Normally he tries to do anything but study but he seems to have improved in class considering the coach doesn’t have a problem with his grades since earlier this semester, so I guess something must be working. He’s going to be in my home though which is different… Very different. No funny business is allowed, not at all.

CHAPTERTHREE

ANOTHER MAN’S JEANS BY ASHE

I wakeup to my phone buzzing right next to my ear. I sit up instantly. My eyes can barely focus on anything as I come out of my haze. I slap the bed, my hand haphazardly searching through my large white comforter until it finds my cold phone. I see the time first, and then the call coming in from Sienna. I answer, and tuck the phone between my ear and my shoulder, using my hands to pull my hair up and out of my face.

“Hello?” I take the phone in my hand now.

My clothes are sprawled every which way across my bedroom. I’m not gross. Most of these clothes are clean, I just hate putting them away after I try on outfits that don’t make the cut. Hence my laundry chair, and the fact that you can’t see my bedroom floor anymore due to clothes. I sift through the clothes, and I can’t find anything I want to wear.

“I’m almost at your place.”

I fully forgot that I had set up a ride to the party with her yesterday.

“ETA?” My eyes frantically search the room for the outfit pieces I’m imagining in my mind.

“About six minutes. Are you good?” She asks.

I laugh a breathy laugh into the phone, “Wonderful, I just woke up.”

She’s the one laughing now, “Why did you take a nap?”

I find the jeans I was looking for, and tuck my phone once more, the device resting between my cheek and my shoulder.

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