"Baby...I was going to fail that exam anyways." I admit to her. Chemistry is my worst subject this semester and I have accepted that I'm not going to pass this course.
"You won't fail if you study," Scarlett says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"I am babe," I tell her. "But it's okay, I'll do better on the next one." Truthfully the reason why I'm not stressing over this exam is because my dad just donated a enough money to build a new state of the art science building and then some. Money talks at Everett and what my dad's money just said is that I'm guaranteed my Business Management and Administration degree whether or not I show up to my classes.
"If you're not worried about this exam, then why did you come here?" Scarlett narrows her eyes at me.
"I just wanted an excuse to spend time with you, and I knew that you would be more willing to do that if I said that I wanted to study," I tell her the truth because I see no point in lying to her.
Originally I planned to tell Scarlett that I needed her help studying, have her come over, and then eventually seduce her so that I could eat her out because I miss her pussy. Instead, my plan backfired because Scarlett was already doing homework in the library and insisted that I come and study here.
"You dick." She says punching my arm, hard enough that it actually hurt. "I could have been doing my own work this entire time." She pushes my chemistry work towards me and pulls out her own books.
"What's that, that you're doing?" I ask her when I see the word 'sex' on her paper.
"Homework for my human sexuality class." She never looks up from her work.
"Oooh sounds kinky." I nod approvingly.
"I wouldn't say all that, but it's fascinating to learn the primal instinct that we humans have when it comes to sex." She flips through her notes, and I scroll my Instagram feed.
I've been losing followers lately. Everytime I post a picture of Scarlett and I my follower count drops. When I posted a picture of Scarlett kissing my cheek, I went from 25k to 23k in about 12 minutes. Unlike my little sister Ava, I don't really care about how many followers I have. I'm going to keep posting pictures of my baby regardless of if the people who follow me like it.
"How many sexual partners have you had?" Scarlett says out the blue catching me off guard. She looks at me with those big brown eyes, waiting on my answer.
"W-what?" I stammer out. I must have heard her wrong.
"How many sexual partners have you had?" She repeats. "Like what is your body count?"
I've never been ashamed of my sex life. I know that I slept around a lot and I will gladly tell anyone about the things I do behind closed doors if someone feels like knowing. I'm an open book.
Scarlett knows how I was before she came into the picture. I never made it my mission to lie to her, but for some reason admitting to her the number of girls that I fucked made me uncomfortable.
"Well...um... I don't really know." I tell her the truth. I've had sex with so many girls that I honestly stopped keeping track after about 20.
"Okay well, how old were you when you first had sex? Like 16? We can probably do the math."
I don't understand why she wants to know so bad. It's never been an issue before.
"Why do you want to know?" I try not to sound nervous, but I know that she can hear it in my voice.
"I was just reading in my book that the average male has between six and eight sexual partners in their life. I'm curious as to how high above the average you are." She has a slight smile on her lips.
Chapter 49.5
Start from the beginning
