15- I'm not a slut

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I stood at the doorway of Chris's apartment the next day holding a box of pizza in my hands. I knocked for the second time, this time louder. I knew he was home. His car was in the driveway.

As I was about to knock for the third time, one of Chris's roommates opened the door.

"Hey Kevin. Is Chris up?"

The blonde haired boy with low-riding sweat pants and no shirt smiled at me, flashing a taunting grin that I used to lust over. Since he was living with one of my best friends, he was totally off limits but that didn't mean I couldn't look at his toned torso, which was glaring right at me.

"I don't think so."

"Mind if I come in? Give him a rude awakening?"

"I don't think he'd ever mind a hot girl like you crawling into bed with him." 

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help a smile. The other thing about Kevin was that he was a shameless flirt. Most of the time it was harmless, but there had also been times where it has gotten him into trouble. With, say, his new girlfriend.

As he opened the door wider and stepped aside, I walked past him with a smile. I climbed up the flight of stairs to Chris's room and burst right in without knocking.

"Wakey wakey!" I yelled as I sat on the side of his bed, grabbing his leg and shaking gently.

Chris stirred and rubbed his eyes. Grunting, he looked at the clock on his bedside table. Then with another grunt, he looked at me. "It's only eleven. On a Sunday."

"Yeah, half the day is already gone. Besides, we've got to hit the gym. It's been too long."

"Yeah I know. What's it been like a week since I've seen you?" Chris sulked as he sat up, exposing his bare chest and stretching his arms. 

"I've been busy." I replied honestly. 

"With what? Robbing more convenience stores?" 

I flinched. "No. Just catching up on school work." 

His expression softened before he changed his tone. "Wait, you're still in school?" 

"Yeah. I decided my dream was to make Dean's list."

"Quite ambitious of you." 

"I'm a changed woman." I said, relieved that we were still okay. Ish. 

After thirty minutes of waiting for him to get ready, we finally headed out the door. I drove since his car was still shit and we spent the ten minute drive in silence.

It wasn't until we pulled into the parking lot that Chris spoke.

"So seriously, what have you been up to lately?"

I unbuckled and gathered my gym bag before hopping out of the car. He did the same and started walking with me towards the door.

"I've started seeing someone." I told him, realizing that was the best cover I could possibly have for the illicit activities that I was about to commence.

"Who?"

"No one you know."

"Not the thief, right? That's over?" 

"Oh yeah, way over." 

"Who then?" 

I sighed and looked at him. I knew if I didn't tell him now, he would only find out later. That I had learned from watching a few too many romantic comedies.

"Tyler."

"The bartender?"

We stuffed our bags into a shelf and made our way to the indoor track. We started jogging at a slow pace to get our blood pumping and still be able to talk. I hesitated a few seconds before confirming his suspicion, and braced myself for what would come next.

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