One of the froshes does a face plant into the bushes, trying to catch a Frisbee. Scott and I laugh, shaking our heads. I lean back and close my eyes, the sun warm on my skin. Scott turns over to his side on the blanket we'd laid out on the quad.

I squint at him. "What?"

He grins. "Nothing, just thinking."

"Thinking about what?" I ask, suspicious.

He waves his hand. "Oh, just the other day. How are you doing, really?"

I frown, a little confused. "I'm fine, why?"

Scott bites his lip and runs a hand through his dark curls. "I mean...I mean about Adam."

I almost laugh. Adam has barely been a thought in my mind lately, which really says something. Apparently, I wasn't as in love with him as I thought. "Oh. I really am fine. I'm still a little pissed, but mostly with myself."

"Why?" Scott's brow furrows.

I shrug and stare over at the leaves rippling on the trees from the slight breeze. "Same reasons. Wasting time with him. Not realizing what kind of shit-head he is. That sort of thing."

"Yeah? Well, I wasn't a huge fan of him ever, but I had no idea he was that bad. He fooled us all, love."

He really did. All those years Adam acted like the perfect guy, ambitious and a plan for everything. I'd felt lucky to find a guy who wasn't some slacker and loser. Someone I thought could be a partner. Instead, I've come to believe he wants a fifties housewife, not a forensic scientist. Someone to ornament his arm, not someone who smells perpetually like glue and bleach.

I have utterly no interest in that life.

I pat Scott's arm. "I know. The list helps though. Thinking about it and planning it." Fantasizing about it.

He props up on his elbow. "Right. How goes the infamous list?"

I puff out a frustrated breath. "I think I should try seducing a different professor."

"Why?" he asks.

I purse my lips into a pout. "Because I'm getting nowhere with Professor Roux. I slipped him the bait, and he hasn't taken it."

"You're not the only one who's heard the rumors. You should stick with it."

I shake my head and turn a little to face him. "Yeah, but the louder a rumor is, the less likely it's true. He's hot and young for a professor. It's just wishful thinking."

The Frisbee flies toward us and Scott plucks it from the sky, sending it back to the idiots with a snap of his wrist. "I wouldn't be so sure."

I watch a sophomore who looks twelve chase after an upperclassman, begging her for a date. Idiot. "Maybe my English professor. He isn't nearly as hot, but attractive enough." The thought doesn't really excite me, but I could use extra credit in that class too I suppose. English isn't my best subject. I hate writing.

Scott flops over to his stomach and gives me that blazing look of his that has been turning me on lately. "You know; I could always dress as a professor. Tweed jacket and elbow patches. We could have a bit of role play and cross it off your list."

I laugh and shove him. "Shut up." Though the idea sounds fun as hell. Really fun. A little too fun.

Scott doesn't laugh with me, just watches me with intense eyes.

"What? You okay?"

He smiles. "Of course."

"So, enough about me and my list and my drama. What's going on with you? Chasing any new tail?"

His smile falters. "Nope. Haven't met anyone new I'm interested in chasing."

"Whatever happened with you and Emma? You two were hot and heavy for a while and then she just disappeared. And I'm so self-absorbed I didn't ask. I'm sorry, Scott." I've been a shit friend lately. And he's been utterly the best.

"No worries. We just weren't a great match."

They were adorable. "How? She was really sweet. And gorgeous. And smart. What more do you want?"

He picks at the fluff from the blanket. "We just have different tastes in certain important aspects of a relationship."

Sensing we veered towards a sensitive subject he didn't want to discuss, I leave it alone. She must have hurt him bad. He'll talk when he's ready. He's always been the closed off one in our relationship. He has to mull over everything himself before opening up to me about it. But he always eventually opens up to me.

I try to lighten the mood, the day too pretty for maudlin thoughts. "Maybe you should make a fuckit list for yourself too."

He snorts and shakes his head. "I'm having enough fun following along with yours." He stares up at the sky.

I laugh. "It's not like I've completed any of them yet. I'm starting to think it never will. I was so drunk I came up with impossible tasks."

His eyes pierce me. "I wouldn't say that. You're fucking gorgeous. It shouldn't be hard for you to get anyone you want. You just haven't had much experience yet. Once you do, you'll get more confident and it'll get easier."

I shrug. "Maybe. You know if you made one, we could have a competition. Whoever finishes first wins."

"I've only got one thing I'd put on a list and I'm pretty sure it's impossible." He rips up and handful of grass and sends it floating through the air.

"And what is that?"

"It's a secret."

I hide the pang of hurt that slams into me. "Even from me?"

He pats my hand. "Even from you. For now, anyway."

I frown, worried about him. He sounds wistful and a little sad. Is he pining after a girl who's taken or does he have a kink too weird to name? I’m intrigued.

My breath catches in my throat and my eyes widen behind my sunglasses when I catch sight of Professor Roux headed right for us. It chases all worries about Scott from my head.

"Shit. Be cool. Shit. It's the Professor."

Scott rubs his finger across my bare shoulder. "Perhaps we should try to make him jealous."

"I doubt that'll work." Goosebumps cover my skin where he touched me. I haven't been able to stop reacting to each of his touches, innocent or otherwise.

His finger slides all the way down my arm. "I wouldn't be so sure."

Something has changed between us, something I wasn't sure was a bad thing. If anything, we were much closer. And what was a little sex between friends?

"You're repeating yourself." I tease him to try and bring us back to a joking conversation. To not show him his touch affects me.

He brings his face close to mine. "I'm hoping it'll help it sink in. There's no way he doesn't want you."

I release my breath once the Professor finally passes us without a second glance. "He didn't even look at me."

Scott finally backs off a little, grinning. "How would you know? You were looking at me."

I shiver. "I was trying not to ogle him and be completely obvious."

His eyes widen and his grin grows. "Uh huh. Well, he's doubling back, so look sharp."

"Shit."

The Professor comes to stand between me and the sun, plunging me into darkness. With the light at his back, I'm unable to see his face clearly.

"Hello, Professor."

"How's your extra credit going?" he asks.

I sit up, avoiding Scott's eyes. "To be honest, I cannot freaking stand writing papers. It's why I went into the sciences. My brain is good with numbers and formulas. Not so much with words."

He nods. "I see. Well, you will notice, if you read the extra credit handout I gave you carefully and thoroughly, I keep special office hours to discuss just these sorts of problems." He stalks off without another word.

I stare after him, completely flabbergasted. "FAHK. Now, I'm super going to have to write that GD assignment."

"No, dude. That was a proposition."

I guffaw. "He wouldn't have done that in front of you."

"Of course he would. For one, it's how he proves he's on the up and up, that it's all innocent. But those special office hours aren't for normal students. My guess is not everyone who requests extra credit, gets anything other than those paper assignments."

"And two?" I cock a brow at him and smirk.

He holds up two fingers, his blue eyes brimming with mischief. His eyes are always full of mischief, the brat. "And two, he saw me touching you. It riled him up and he wanted to show me up even if I don't realize it. He knows you will."

I scoff. "Bull. Freaking. Shit."

"You'll see."

"Side bet?"

"Side bet. Winner gets head." He holds out his hand.

I grasp it and we shake, grinning at each other. What's a bet like that between friends, anyway?

Either way, I win.