Page 70 of The List of Things

We walk from my apartment now and toward her car.

“I do not. It’s like a little crush. He’s just really hot.”

“No, because you are always quick to have sex with someone, and there’s nothing wrong with that, not at all. You just don’t seem to be rushing it with Bellamy, because it’s not important to you with him. It’s just different from all the other guys you’ve talked to.”

The point she’s making is prominent and poking me, and I don’t like it. I do think about sex with Bellamy very often. But I also get nervous and excited about other things that have nothing to do with sex. That is a first for me.

“It is different because if I talk to other guys the intention is to get them in bed, I had no intentions with Bell at all until he made me do this list.”

She shrugs, “Whatever you say.”

I know she doesn’t actually agree with me, but I ignore that, and we get into her car, Fashionably late of course. We drive and jam out the entire way. I call it my version of pregaming... Pumping myself up for the party. At least I’m assuming that’s what’s happening. He once again hasn’t told me a thing. Sienna knows of course, and she hasn’t denied my words when I’ve said party tonight. Everyone involved knows. At least I got a dress code this time, that’s simply all I could have asked for.

Sienna looks somewhat nervous, her hands anxiously gripping the steering wheel. The look on her face too. I know Sienna. I know just last night she told me she had nothing to say about Lawson, but my boy senses are tingling. If she’s being her normal self, she’s thinking about him right now just like she was on our way to the last party we attended together. The party she suspiciously disappeared from at the same time as Lawson. She is my best friend. I never pry, I hate it and she does too, but maybe if I ask just one more time she’ll give me at least an inch.

“Lawson is going to be here tonight. How is he?” I keep my voice casual.

“Hot, and available. Just like a pizza.”

I laugh, still having no answer, “So you and him are just-”

“Friends,” She cuts me off.

Her answer is far too quick and short. Normally I’d push this off as irritability, but she looks at me from the side, checking to see if I believe her. That’s her telltale sign.

Lies. She is so lying to me right now.

“Sienna Cole. You’re a lot of things, but you’re not a liar,” I raise my eyebrows at her, and she sighs.

“We’re complicated friends,” She admits. “Who might have slept together.”

I swear I suck every ounce of air out of the car with how hard I gasp.

“Since when!” My voice vibrates off of the walls of the car.

“Since Leah's party last week. Don’t ask. I don’t want to talk about it. We’re friends. That’s it,” Her voice is final, and I know better than to nag her anymore about it.

“At least tell me if it was good,” I eye her, watching her lips turn up into a smirk.

“He has a nice penis if that’s what you're asking.”

I have never heard Sienna talk about her sex life, not once, and it’s shocking, but I need more.

“It’s not about the size of the boat, it’s about the motion of the ocean, can he fuck or not?” I am practically in her lap over the center console.

“Oh my god, you are so gross. Yes, he was the best I’ve had, now sit down before you get us in an accident,” She pushes my shoulder back, and I bounce in the car seat, practically giddy over this newfound information.

“One more question,” I break the silence, and she groans.

“Kam! I can’t talk about it anymore. I don’t know what’s happening between us, but it’s not anything serious. Which is for the better. The minute I’m sure of anything will be the minute I spill it all, but until then-”

“Just tell me if you’re going to sleep with him again. Word on campus is he doesn’t sleep with the same girl twice,” I cut her off and she sighs.

“No, never again. Not by his choice, by mine,” She explains and my jaw is on the floor.

“So you’re telling me, Lawson Bennet. Mr. Hot and Available asked to sleep with you again and you said no? Do you have a vagina made of pure gold? Did you hypnotize him? Sienna, you’re like a sex goddess!” I’m practically shrieking, and she shakes her head.

“I don’t know what he’s thinking. I don’t care to know. We’re just friends,” She sounds matter of fact. “Stop smirking, and stop asking questions about Lawson,” She urges, and I cannot stop smirking even if she wants me to. I got enough information to suffice for now.

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