Page 9 of The List of Things

His short stature almost shrinks even more. His eyes scan me and shoot straight back to my own eyes. He looks like he’s about to piss me off even more.

“Those aren’t your pants,” He reaches toward me, his fingers starting to grip the belt loops of the pants I wear.

I slap his hand and take an exaggerated step away from him.

“Ew,” I shiver at the thought of his hands touching me again.

There’s shock on his face as he stares back at me, “Who’s jeans are those?”

He steps toward me again.

“Mine,” I step back.

“That’s not true,” He tells me as if he truly knows.

I don’t know why he thinks for a second he has any right to know. But I think his reaction to my honesty would be far more entertaining than this conversation altogether.

“They belong to Jayden. He left them in my bedroom after I fucked him last night. They look good on me don’t they?” I ask him, posing, and turning.

There’s blatant disapproval of his features.

Dylan is around 5’9. He plays lacrosse. He’s got patchy facial hair that fits him. He’s not ugly, but he’s not the greatest-looking guy I’ve ever been with. He was just a sweet talker, and I fell for that. Stupid of me.

“Do you put out for anyone who wants you?” I’m assuming he thought that would sting, but coming from him, it doesn’t in the slightest.

“I dated you, didn’t I?”

His jaw clenches, “I just thought you had a lot more respect for yourself than to let just anyone in your pants.”

I nod my head at his words. “Fair point, but these actually aren’t my pants as we established a few seconds ago… They’re his.”

I point to Jayden who isn’t paying attention.

“You’re so embarrassing.”

“And you are making me feel like manslaughter is an option in the near future. Stop telling people we dated, and you can forget about it like I’m trying to,” I turn away from him, walking in the opposite direction.

“Kamryn-” He calls out.

“Go fuck yourself, Dylan!”

I find Sienna, still talking to Lawson who seems completely infatuated with her right now. I smile at the interaction, both of them alone now. I find myself migrating toward the couch.

Bellamy Archer... I see him once again but he’s alone this time, his hands on his large thighs as he sits. I approach, and he sees me, nodding at the incredibly small spot next to him. I plop myself down, angling myself to him, my legs dangling over his as I lean back into the plush sofa.

“Dylan Brody?” Hearing Bellamy speak my ex's name makes me cringe. I also hate the thought of Bellamy seeing the interaction I just had. “Did he just try to grab you? You look like you had it handled, but still.”

I sigh, hating how perceptive this man is.

“Yeah, but it’s not a big deal. He was trying to see my… You know what it doesn’t matter. Are you watching me?” The football player looks at me, his eyes are captivatingly blue.

I could swim in them, that's how bright they are.

“I was actually, yeah.”

My eyes flip down to his smirking lips. I can’t go home with Bellamy Archer tonight. He’s dangerous, and that’s putting it lightly.

“Weird,” I joke.

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