"Does this look good?" Mel interrogates as she shows us yet another outfit. I lost count after four when she started mismatching the different articles of clothing. I also stopped caring if we're being honest.

"Yeah," Gen mutters from her place beside me on the couch. Her focus is locked on the colorful game displayed on her phone screen.

"You didn't even look!" Mel flails her arms around dramatically.

"I still go with the white shirt and blue jeans," I vote on the second outfit once more.

"Yeah, me too." Gen clearly doesn't care and Mel realizes this and lets out a disappointed sigh.

"You guys are no help!" She storms away without another word. I look to Gen, who appears completely unfazed by our friends frustration. She and I are both ready to leave and have been for the last half hour. Given, we started getting ready early because we knew Mel would have a crisis when it was time to pick an outfit.

"Why does she have to behave like this? You're also going to see your future boyfriend and you didn't conduct yourself in such a manner." This is what Gen decides to say once she breaks her gaze from her phone. Her small grin tells me that she's only teasing me but I need to stomp out this joke before it can grow.

"He's never going to be my boyfriend." Hopefully my long eye roll convinces her.

"Sure." Her small brown eyes skim over my outfit pointedly and she 'hmphs' me as if she knows I put some extra effort in. "You look nice."

"Thanks," I say through slightly gritted teeth. I may or may not have gone a little overboard in getting ready. I normally leave my hair down and put it in a ponytail when I get hot but today I tied it back in two long braids. I also opted for a yellow romper instead of my usual tight jeans and t-shirt combo. I shaved my legs for this outfit so he better acknowledge it, at least.

It takes twenty minutes for Mel to come out dressed in the second outfit she tried on. She pulled her hair up into a neat bun with a few strands out framing her face and applied light makeup to enhance her already feminine features. She looks to us as and gives her phone a short wave.

"The rides on the way." She collapses onto the recliner as if completely drained from the fashion show she just did. I want to comment that maybe she wouldn't be so exhausted if she didn't stress so much.

"You look good." She lets a nervous smile form on her face at my compliment.

"Thanks, you too." She nibbles at her nails. Her phone goes off a second later and she gasps quietly. "He texted me!"

"Saying?" I can't help but lean forward a bit. What if it's bad news? What if the party got shut down?

"He wants to know if we're still coming," she reads as her fingers hurriedly type a response. "I told him we're on the way."

"You texted back really fast." Gen's teasing comment elicits a panicked response from Mel. 

"Thanks a lot, Gen." I give her an annoyed side eye as Mel goes off on a mini rant about whether or not she texted back too fast. She doesn't stop talking until we're in the car on the way to the party. She falls silent for the entire ride and I can tell she's lost in her own mind. I am, too.

I don't know why I'm coming to this party. Obviously, I was invited and want to go. But what am I going to get out of it? It's not like Cameron's going to magically change his mind and agree to sleep with me, not that I'd take him up on that offer. Unless, of course, he agreed to keep things no strings attached. Then again, would I even be able to? I scoff aloud at that thought- of course I would.

In short, I won't be leaving this party with anyone. I have enough respect to not sleep with Cameron's friends so I basically got all dressed up and left my apartment to knowingly come to a party where all I'll be doing is socializing. I want to sigh. What's wrong with me? Am I really that desperate to talk to this boy that I wasted a Friday night on this? I shake those thoughts from my head and come up with an excuse: I'm doing this for Mel and that's all. I'm not even friends with Cameron and he definitely was not a deciding factor in me agreeing to come to this party.

"If I can't get the ball rolling, can you bring me into a conversation with him?" Mel whispers the second we step out of the car.

"Of course." After assuring Mel, I turn to Gen curiously. "Are you going to scope out any of Cameron's friends?"

"Sure, why not?" She shrugs as we walk up the steps to the house. I push open the door and find a couple crowds of people scattered around. It's not like a frat party where music is blaring and people are dancing. Quieter music means more talking and we all know that Cameron is a fan of that.

We slowly travel further into the house and Gen excuses herself to find the bathroom. Mel and I set out to look for Cameron or Ashton. After a short period of searching, I spot the latter and lead the way over to him with Mel trailing me nervously. Luckily, he speaks before I can. "Cameron's in the basement." His finger is pointed at something behind me and I glance back for a second before remembering Mel's request.

"O-Okay." I try to think of a way to casually pull Mel into the conversation. I thought I'd have a few more seconds.

"I never did get your name," he says as he peeks around me to find Mel, who smiles up at him timidly.

"Melody...you can call me Mel."

"Okay, you can call me Ash." His hand extends for her to take and she accepts it willingly. I can practically hear her heart hammering in her chest as their hands swing together.

"I'm going to go find Cameron," I excuse myself after getting a secure nod from Mel. I start in the direction Ashton pointed in and come upon a cracked open door. I follow the set of steps leading downstairs and come upon a semi-filled room. It only takes me a second to spot Cameron, who's settled in on one end of the couch with a can of Pepsi in one hand and his phone in the other. I contemplate going back upstairs and socializing for a bit before stumbling upon him. It feels so awkward and planned to have come down here immediately upon arriving. I huff quietly and approach him, secretly wishing everyone else would simultaneously leave.

I come around the side of the sofa and he seems to notice me in his peripheral because his eyes trace my outfit from my feet up. I'm waiting for him to make eye contact with me and when he finally does, I notice a satisfied smirk on his face. "Well, look who decided to show up." I take a seat at the opposite end of the three person couch.

Everyone else seems to be socializing along the wall or from their impromptu seats on the floor. "Well, it wasn't really my choice." I make sure to match his merry expression. Before he can ask whose it was, I provide a topic of conversation. "Are you sure you're not stalking me, by the way?"

"You came here," he reminds me as he waves a finger around the room. I'm not sure if he meant the party in particular or the basement specifically. Either way, I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, after your friend tracked me down and invited me."

"Okay, so you think I'm stalking you because we go to a few of the same places around the same times?" Again with the puppy dog head tilt.

"No, no, no." I lean forward and wave my hands, "because you show up everywhere I'm at."

"This school is very small, you know." His dark eyes search mine and I can tell he's trying to see whether I genuinely mind or not.

"Don't I know." I press my back against the arm of the floral couch. It reminds me of my grandmothers for some reason, only it's red and pink. He shifts his position too and pulls his legs onto the cushion between us. They're too long to lay straight across so he has no choice but to bend them and rest his arms on his knees.

"You know, I've been kind of sad lately." The forced frown on his face cues me in that he's going to make a, likely stupid, joke.

"Really? Why is that?"

"You never texted me how your Chem exam went on Tuesday. I've been up late worrying about the state of your grade." He lets out a dramatic sigh and jokingly wipes at his eyes.

"I haven't gotten a grade back yet," I clarify, which causes him to perk up a little.

"So does that mean you're going to text me when you get your grade?" I let the tiny grin on my face linger before flattening out my features.

"Probably not." He scoffs quietly and I shrug defensively. "You can't be upset. I told you I'm not interested."

"No, you said that you're slightly interested," he emphasizes with a wag of his finger.

"A lot more disinterested." I trace circles on my thighs absentmindedly.

"Give me a ratio." He watches me with pursed lips and my fingers halt on my legs.

I squint as I try to create one in my mind. He's attractive so that's an automatic 10 points. He's funny- another 10 points. He's charming- 10 more points. He's persistent- 10 again. 40/100. I decide that 40/100 is too much to confess to so I decide to make a different ratio up. "10/100," I lie but he seems pleasantly surprised.

"Simplified, that's 1/10," he concludes in a somewhat satisfied manner. Does he know how math works?

"And that's better?" Imagine what he would've said had I been honest.

"It sounds much better to work for 9 than 90," he explains his reasoning.

"It was pretty difficult to scrounge up that 1 if we're being honest." I'm fighting off a grin once the words leave my mouth.

"You don't know anything about me," he justifies my supposed disinterest. "I could get those 9 points, or 90, so fast if you just let me take you out on a date."

"I told you. I don't date." I attempt to be stern but I'm not sure if it's working.

"Then tell me, Flizzy, what do you do?" He leans forward just enough so that I can see the dark freckles dotting along his nose and cheeks under the fluorescent light. Before I can get too into swooning over his physical attributes, I'm slapped with my sister's nickname for me, which is Flizz.

"One, don't call me that," I reprimand with a scolding finger. I purse my lips as I contemplate whether or not I should be honest with him. I decide that he deserves honesty. Perhaps, he'll leave me alone if he knows the truth and we'll both be better off not talking to each other. Besides, he already thinks I'm a player. "If I told you, you'd call me a slut."

He doesn't react the way I expect him to. He laughs in response and shrugs his shoulders. "Okay first, I would never call you that. And second, everyone is a slut at one point or another. It builds character," he comforts me with a short nod. "Third and last, I'd be a hypocrite if I called you that."

"For some reason, I hoped that'd get you to leave me alone," I mumble, suddenly wishing I had something to drink. The Pepsi in his hand looks good.

He laughs while shaking his head. "Nah, it'll take a little more than that. Like maybe if you were a murderer or something." I let out a breathy giggle as I take in his words.

"Maybe?" My brows inch up on my head and he takes in my facial expression before shrugging again.

"Depends on your reasoning." The smile on his lips causes mine to falter a bit. It seems so genuine and interested.

"You barely know me." I force a sigh between my lips as I search his eyes for an answer. "Why are you pursuing me so hard?"

He shrugs for probably the thirtieth time in this short conversation. "You interest me. Sure, there are a lot of cool girls on this campus but I have yet to meet one like you."

"I don't think you understand how cliche you sound right now." I fight back a series of chortles. "Not to mention, you sound like you're trying to get in my pants."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, player?" he teases before growing serious. "I really do mean it. You're obviously very smart. You're funny and can hold a conversation. You're pretty. You know you're pretty. And you say what's on your mind."

"So you feel like you're entitled to date me?" I retort with a small scoff. Though very flattered, I can't help but feel skeptical.

"No, not at all." Cue a strong twisting of his head. "But I feel like I'd regret it if I didn't at least try."

"You barely know me." How does he know I'm smart and how does he know I'm so funny?

"Then let me get to know you." My eyes fall on the way his knees sway back and forth slowly. "Since you won't let me take you on a date, tell me about yourself here."

I can only laugh as I stare at him and try my best not to fall into flirt mode. I know this night isn't going to end the way I want it to so there's no point in putting in extra effort. But it's hard not to when he looks as good as he does. "What do you want to know?"

"Whatever you're willing to tell me." To get comfortable, he pulls his legs into a crossed position like mine. He emits a quiet groan as he leans back and puts his arms on either side of the couch. I don't bother hiding the fact that I'm admiring his physique; at least, what I can see from his baggy sweater with the sleeves rolled up and his black jeans. I avert my gaze to avoid anymore distraction and contemplate whether or not it's worth getting to know him. Maybe if I tell him enough, he'll see how boring I really am and leave me alone.

"I'm a Physiology and Neurobiology major," cue the widening of his eyes, "yeah it's as hard as it sounds, which is why I don't waste time on relationships."

"Ouch." He cringes through his small grin.

"I'm trying not to waste your time either," I try to comfort.

"Then how about friendship? You have friends, right?" he raises the point I shut down earlier this week.

"I do have friends," I confirm with a short nod.

"Then why can't I be your friend?" As if predicting my answer, a grin breaks out onto his face. "Unless, of course, you were lying about being 1/10 interested in me. Or maybe you're scared it's going to grow."

I scoff even though he's partially right. I'm less fearful that my feelings for him will grow but my desire to sleep with him, which will eventually lead me to frustration. However, I think I'm strong enough. "Fine, we can be friends." I give in. Of course I give in. I allow my eyes to roll to the back of my head while he grins at me in satisfaction. "I don't know why you're so happy. You just got friendzoned."

"You've already expressed slight interest in me; you just need to get to know me."

I shake my head at him and silently scold myself for enjoying the attention. "You're ridiculous." I can tell already that agreeing to friendship is a bad idea. Hell, even being here is a bad idea.

"Continue telling me about yourself."

"I'm a sophomore..." I add during my struggle to think of things to say.

"Less school, more about you." He leans back and prepares himself for a summary of who I am. I rack my brain for stuff to say, having suddenly forget literally everything about who I am.

"I don't know. I like pop music. I like to dance. I like Italian food. I have six sisters. I have a dog named Deathtrap," I finish with a noisy exhale from my mouth. He stares at me with a look of intrigue and slight shock on his face.

"Six sisters? You lived with all of them?" I offer him another nod. "What are their names and how old are they?"

"You're not going to remember any of that," I attempt to dismiss but he doesn't let up.

"I can try." We stare at each other for a few seconds and I give in, which is surprising considering the kind of girl I am.

"Rowena is 14; Arya is 15; Jessenia is 17. I'm 19. Nola is 20. Bellamy is 21. Jorja is 22," I list as I count them off on my fingers.

"You're the middle child," he acknowledges as he follows along closely. "Who named the dog?"

"Rowena." I chuckle at the memory before turning my full attention to him. "I can't think of anything else to say. Your turn. Tell me about you."

"I'm an Econ major. I'm a junior. I like rap music. I do not like dancing. I have two sisters and a brother. I have two dads. I am allergic to dogs but I love them anyway," he explains, using my description as a template. The more I pay attention, the more interesting he seems.

"How old are your siblings?" I wonder as I try to envision the kind of brother he is.

"My sisters are 6 and 14. My brother is 12." My eyebrows shoot up as I stare at him.

"Oh, so you're the big brother." He nods proudly and I quirk another brow. "Two dads?"

"I'm adopted," another nod, "if you hadn't put that two and two together already. My family is an interesting bunch to see out in public."

"How old were you?" Is that too personal of a question? He doesn't seem offended or bothered by it though, so I don't feel too bad.

"A baby," he answers before falling into the FAQ. "To differentiate, I'd call them Dad and Pa and no, I wasn't made fun of growing up."

"That's interesting," I admit with a slow growing smile. "You struck me as a momma's boy."

"No, my dads just taught me how to treat a woman." His flirtatious beam matches mine and I avert my gaze when I realize what he's said.

"You know how to treat a woman?" I scoff and follow it with a small laugh when I see the positive .

"Yes, I do," he assures me. I only laugh harder. "You know, my dads would like you."

"Why is that?" I wonder with slightly furrowed brows. People's parents are never elated to meet me. In fact, I'm often been called a bad influence.

"You're a science person. I never was but they are. They're doctors so they have an appreciation for people who like the craft."

I purse my lips as I think about how much money his family must have if both of his parents are doctors. Meanwhile, after my dad died, my mom raised seven girls alone so money was always tight. "My mom would probably like you," I confirm after a few seconds of scrutinizing him. "You get on my nerves and she loves doing that."

He laughs loudly at this. "What about your sisters? Would they like me?"

Oh, yes. My sisters like any guy that's cute and funny. I let out a small chuckle as I nod, wondering if I should relay my inner thoughts to him. I decide against it and go with a joke instead. "Yeah, probably. They also like getting on my nerves."

"Well, it's good to know my personality will get me far." I'm sure he already knows his looks will.

"My family will probably like anyone I bring around just because I bothered to bring them around," I offer him a shrug, "I rarely introduce people to my family."

"Why not?" he wonders before nodding in understanding. "Why would you? You're a player."

"Shut up, Cameron." I allow my eyes to roll but chuckle in slight amusement.

"You remember my name. That's a good sign, right?" he teases before licking his lips.

"Sure."

"Be honest because this has been irking me a bit," he prompts as he inches forward a bit, "when I approached you in the library, did you really not remember me?"

"I did remember you," I confess with a slow nod.

"Why pretend?" The satisfaction on his face clues me in that may he already knew my answer.

"You're bad news," I elucidate as I push my braid over my shoulder.

"I'm bad news?" His brows are now on his forehead as he waits for my response. 

"You seem like the type to want a relationship." I tilt my head as I further assess him. "Am I wrong?"

"You aren't," he admits after a few seconds. "I've had my fair share of fun these last two years. It got boring."

"Speak for yourself." The mention of relationships makes me think of Mel. I really hope that Ashton isn't an asshole that's going to hurt her. "Hey, tell me about your friend Ashton."

The smile immediately drops from his face and is replaced with a look of slight annoyance. Seeing him with an expression that isn't happy throws me off a bit. "Really?" Cue a long, loud sigh.

It takes me a second to understand why he's reacting so dramatically. Immediately, I wave my hand around. "No, not for that!" I contemplate explaining my reasoning. "A friend of mine thinks he's cute. I want to make sure he's not an asshole."

"He's still in his fun phase..." Cameron trails after adjusting his facial expression. It's my turn to look slightly annoyed.

"Hm." I point a threatening finger at him. "If he hurts Mel, I'll rip his balls off."

"I don't doubt that." My words cause him to cringe and shift in his seat.

"I'm not joking, Cameron," I retort in as low of a voice I can manage. "I'll find out where he lives and I'll show up in the dead of night."

"Well, I can tell you where he lives." I don't think to question his loyalty to his friend. "He lives with me."

"You guys are roommates?" No, Felicity, they're actually married.

"Apartment-mates." He tilts his head in slight confusion. "Is that a thing?"

"I just call them roommates." I wave my hand around. "Mel is my roommate. Gen is also my roommate."

"It's a three bedroom?" His eyes widen a bit as I rhythmically bob my head in response. "Where?"

I smirk as soon as his words register and a slow smile spreads along his lips. "Wouldn't you like to know?" I eye him for a second before looking down at my hands.

"I'm just wondering where it is. I don't need an exact address," he comments with two raised hands, though I can tell he was trying to pull more information from me.

"It's five minutes off campus." I try to think of a common point. "It's not too far from Cuppa."

"I live right across the street from Cuppa!" He emits an excited gasp, which causes my stomach to tense a bit. "We're neighbors."

"This night just can't get any worse," I grumble quietly as I rub my hands on my face to wipe away my grin. It's bad that I actually feel a ping of excitement at the realization that we don't live too far from each other. That'd really come in handy if he would just sleep with me.

"Well, since your night is already horrible, may I make a suggestion?" I assess the hopeful smile that travels to his eyes, which glimmer in the dim basement lights. I decide not to get too excited, knowing good and well that his idea of a good suggestion is probably something boring like going for a walk.

"Go ahead." I sigh and pretend to prepare myself for the worst.

"We should hang out sometime," he proposes and I can only gaze at him in confusion. I was expecting something else. "You know, as friends..."

"You're serious about the whole friends thing?"

"Yes." He nods fervently. I stare at him for a few seconds and feel my stomach start to bubble. If I'm friends with him, I'll definitely see him more often. I can't really tell whether that's a good thing or a bad thing.

"Well, ask me some other time. Because knowing me, I'd agree to it now and regret it tomorrow." I need to sit on that question a little longer.

I talk and joke with him for the rest of the night until my friends text me that we're going to leave in ten minutes. I try to hide my disappointment but he seems to catch on. "What's wrong?" he wonders after I finish typing back a response.

"My friends and I are leaving soon." I lock my phone and return my gaze to his familiar face, which bears a huge grin. I watch for a few seconds as he tries to fight it off before giving up.

"You don't want to leave?" Judging by the entertained look on his face, I immediately regret telling him.

I search my mind for an excuse. "It's just that I wasted the entire night talking to you. I didn't get to dance with any cute guys," I fabricate with a loud sigh. He seems to catch on to my teasing manner because his expression doesn't waver.

"I can change that," he proposes as he looks around the mostly desolate basement. The majority of the people ventured upstairs a half hour ago, leaving only five or six of us in the spacious room. "Most of the guys here are my friends. Take your pick."

I don't even bother looking around and instead, narrow my eyes and shake my head. "No."

"You could always dance with me," he counsels before tilting his head and taking on an accusatory grin. "Unless you mean dancing as in you grinding on me for fifteen minutes, trying to take me back to your place, and then getting annoyed when I say no. Because that'd be eerily familiar."

My mouth drops into an 'O' as I stare at him. He only smirks back in a state of concentrated amusement until I blink away my shock. "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that." I try to shake the overly-specific dis from my mind.

"Too soon?" I only scowl in response. "So did you drive here?"

"No, we Ubered." I sip my soda, which I had him run upstairs and get for me not too long ago. It didn't even take much convincing. All I had to say was 'I'm thirsty' and he was up and out of here in a matter of seconds.

"I drove." This gets a raised brow from me. 

"Good for you, asshole." A long laugh falls from his lips as he shakes his hand and waves his hands.

"No, I was offering you a ride." Oh.

"So you can find out where I live?" As I stretch, my sandals brush against his sneakers. He glances down for half a second before returning to the conversation.

"I could probably walk down the street and find it," he retorts with an eye roll. "I was going to head out after you, either way."

"What about Ashton?" I wonder aloud and he shakes his head.

"He's spending the night here."

I nod slowly just as a realization hits me. "So you're going to have your apartment to yourself?" I blurt before I can stop myself. His eyebrows shoot up and he gives me a long blink as if analyzing my choice of words.

"I'm still not going to sleep with you, Felicity," he reminds me while raising his soda up to his lips. "You can't maintain that agenda throughout our friendship, you know?"

"I never said that." Even I don't believe myself. Judging by the way his lips purse and his eyes squint, I don't think he does either. I can't help the laughter that follows and I feel him staring at me as I try to calm my chuckles.

He watches me for a few seconds as I bite at my top lip in an attempt to stop smiling. It's fruitless. "You have a very pretty smile," he compliments me, which throws me off guard and effectively causes my heart rate to pick up a bit.

"Time to go," I grunt as I move to get up. I hate receiving compliments; they make me uncomfortable.

"You look good, too," he continues to shower me in sweet talk. "How'd you know my favorite color is yellow?"

"I thought it was red," I mumble thoughtlessly. Maybe that's just my favorite color on him.

"A second favorite." He follows me up the steps. "Why'd you think that?"

"You wear it a lot." I contemplate whether or not it'd be weird to admit to noticing it. At least I didn't say that it looks good on him.

"What's your favorite color?" His question barely registers with me as I lead the way to my friends, who I managed to spot from across the room.

"Orange."

"That's arguably the ugliest color ever." He jokingly gags and I shoot him a short glare.

"It's a combination of your two favorite colors," I answer with a scowl.

"Yeah, done horribly wrong." His head twists from side to side in disappointment. I roll my eyes at him as we reach Gen and Mel, who look slightly alarmed. Maybe I should've texted them a warning.

"Hi." I silently pray they don't make any sly comments. Cam comes to a halt beside me and I see him smiling from my peripheral. "This kind stranger said he can give us a ride."

"Hi, Cameron," Gen greets him bluntly, which earns a surprised look from him. I stare at my friend and note that her eyes are glazed over and that she's swaying to the music slightly. She's drunk and knowing her, this could be bad. "I'm Genesis. People call me Gen."

"I'm Mel!" Of course she's happy that he's coming around.

"This wasn't meant to be an introduction." I shut it down quickly as I wave my hands around.

"It's nice to meet you guys," Cameron comments over me, which gets two girlish giggles from my friends. What the hell? They're supposed to be on my side. I narrow my eyes at him and point to the front door.

Silently, he leads the way to his car and my friends nudge at me suggestively. I get so annoyed by it that I take two long steps so that I'm walking side by side with him. "You know, this is probably a really bad idea."

"Why?" He turns his keys over in his hand as he glances at me with a knowing smile on his lips.

"I barely know you. What I do know about you is that you stalk me. Now I'm letting you drop me off at home." He rolls his eyes at my dramatics.

"I don't stalk you." A weak defense if you ask me.

"Sure you don't." We come upon a black four door. As expected, it's clean and in good condition. He unlocks the doors and we all crawl into the cream colored seats. Just like the outside, the interior is spiffy and well taken care of.

"What street?" He starts the car and I start to buckle my seatbelt.

"Holworth." I guess I have no choice but to hope he's not going to show up at my house in the middle of the night with bad intentions.

"Ooh, me too!" Cue his now familiar happy gasp. "What number?"

"98." Another gasp.

"I'm 114. We really are neighbors!"

"Seriously?" Gen shoves her head through the front seats and looks at him curiously.

"It seems so." His mischievous grin doesn't help her growing smile.

"So you're close." She offers up a slow nod before turning to me. "That's good, right, Fee?"

"Shut up, Gen," I dismiss her as I stare straight ahead. I feel Cameron's gaze on me as he drives in the direction of our homes.

"I'm just saying. He's closer than Rex and Danny-," she elaborates and Mel's hand covers her mouth quickly. Mel may be disapproving of my actions but she never goes out of her way to reveal things about me.

"Who let her drink?" I turn to the back seat and receive two innocent shrugs. With an abrupt and disgusted gasp, Mel pulls her hand away from Gen's face.

"She licked me!" Mel gasps as she grips her wrist and waves her hand in my face.

"Get that away from me!" I dodge her wiggling and visibly moist fingers. Cameron's practically in tears from how hard he's laughing.

"I was just saying that you don't have to walk to their apartments anymore if he's right down the street," Gen continues to blab and I look to Mel, who cringes at me before attempting to put her wet hand back on Gen's mouth. "I'll bite you!"

"Gen!" Mel scolds and Gen wrinkles her face at her before looking at Cameron.

"Oh wait, didn't he not want to sleep with you?" Gen's attempt at whispering is absolute garbage. Cameron lets out a loud squeak as she discloses this information and I immediately whip around in my seat.

"Gen, Gen, Gen." I demand her attention as I lightly slap my seat. In an attempt to get her talking about something else, I offer her a tight lipped smile. "What did you do tonight?"

"Well, I was talking to this boy," she suggestively wiggles her brows, "he was so hot. Like, 100/10."

"She's generous with her ratios," Cameron mumbles quietly and I lightly shove his arm.

"He was short and tan with a man bun and glasses. I think his name was Alex..." she trails in thought and Cameron looks at her in the rear-view. 

"Axel?" Cameron's guess earns an excited slap of his seat from Gen.

"That's it! Even his name is hot. Vouch for me, Cameron. Isn't he hot?" Her wild eyes cause me to turn to Cameron with a pressing grin.

"Is he hot?" I tease and he gives me a playful shrug.

"He's a very handsome man, I will agree." At his confession, Gen nods her head vigorously.

"We should all go on a triple date," Gen suggests. "Me and Axel, Mel and Ashton, and you and Fee."

"She refuses to go on a date with me but I can put forward the idea for you two," Cameron explains to Gen, who rolls her eyes at me.

"You said it yourself, Fee; you think he's hot," Gen groans and Cameron gapes at me with a look of pure bliss.

I give Gen a pointed look as I twist in my seat. "I never said that." Not catching on, she puts her hands on her hips and gives me a short nod.

"Uh, yeah you did. Remember? You thought he was so hot that you had to drink just to be able to get up the nerve to talk to him. Besides, I'm sure if you go on enough dates with him, he'll put out."

I stare at Gen and struggle to force down the urge to strangle her. Hoping that maybe Mel can control her, I find my friend vigorously scrubbing her hand on her pants and appearing apologetic but entertained. I twist in my seat and shade my face from Cameron, who is cackling loudly. To keep Gen from talking, I reach over and start fiddling with the radio. Noting my struggle, Cameron reaches a hand out and presses a button, which fills the car with music.

Once we get to the apartment, Gen leaps from the car with complaints of having to pee. Mel chases after her and I attempt to hurry out of the car after calling out a quick 'thank you.' Cameron doesn't let me go so easy. "I meant what I said about hanging out." I'd rather hang out in other ways.

"I don't doubt that." I keep my hand trained on the door handle.

"Are you going to look at me?" I can hear the smile in his voice. I slowly return to my sitting position with a defeated sigh and crane my neck to look at him. As I predicted, his beam stretches from ear to ear in a mixture of satisfaction and amusement. "You know, I figured you'd enjoy looking at me seeing as I'm so hot."

I let out a long groan before shoving open the door. "Goodnight Cameron. Thanks for the ride."

I'd tell him I'd see him later if I knew I wasn't going to jail for assaulting Gen.