The Checklist (Explicit Version)

CHAPTER V
Wingman

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   "Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" My best friend fumbled with the hem of her shirt while a pained grimace swept across her face. Nellie's been watching me pace frantically for the last five minutes.

   Forcing my feet to park in front of her, I curled my toes and smiled—although, it felt like I was fighting the urge to vomit. "I'm okay. Honestly. Plus, you wouldn't want to come with me anyways. I'm meeting Myles."

   Her nose scrunched in disgust before quickly sobering. I knew she didn't like Myles. I could pretend that it was because of how he acts, but I knew she was judging him based on his looks.

   I've tried defending his honour. She'd nod. Smile faintly. But her eyes always squinted in disbelief before it'd go away. I couldn't be upset with her, though. She was coming from a good place, and I expected her to be wary. As an older sister to her siblings, Nellie always had her eye out for possible danger, which made her alert. And as much as she tried to hide it from me, I knew she was wary with Myles.

   "Just Myles?" She asked hesitantly, still leaning against my door frame. When I nodded, she breathed in. "Okay, well... just keep me updated. And I mean every hour."

   "Yes mother," I teased, but that only made her pout.

   "You can't blame me for worrying. This guy... I don't know, hun.  You just met him and—"

   "We've been talking almost every day for the last two weeks," I told her, not that she didn't already know.

   Last I saw him, he caught me at the bar with Nellie. When I got home a few hours later, I froze when I saw a missed message from him, asking how my night went. Next thing I knew, we were aimlessly talking about the most random stuff until two in the morning. Neither of us made an effort to meet up with one another, not that I was desperate to see him. I had three midterms last week, so studying took up most of my energy.

   Granted, I didn't have an excuse for this week. I spent my reading week either writing term papers, submitting articles to the newsletter or drinking with Nellie. At least I could end my Friday with a bang. Literally. Hopefully.

   Myles, the trooper he was, didn't want me to spread my legs to the first guy who gave me attention. He told me to be patient, and normally, I was a patient person. But after writing down my sex list, I realized the competitive streak I had—with myself. I wanted to check things off the list. My fingers were twitching.

   When we were texting two nights ago, I told him I wanted sex—not with him, obviously. The text bubbles appeared and disappeared for a solid thirty seconds and I smiled, imagining him gaping at his phone. Unfortunately for me, I have yet to see him display a full face of actual emotion.

   "I just feel like he's using you for sex," Nellie's troubled sigh took me out from my thoughts. I fought a smirk.

   Au contraire, Nellie. I'm using him for sex. Well, sex advice. Same thing.

   "You told me it was a good idea to rebound," I reminded her, even though I knew it would never happen. With Myles, at least. Otherwise he would have offered to "help me" with his penis, not his wingman abilities.

   "Rebounds are supposed to happen in one night. One and done. And you told me you weren't going to do it with him." She paused, her eyes widening in fear. "Wait, are you dating him? Crap, Allie. I thought you weren't ready after what happened with Remi. I don't know if Myles is a good choice. He doesn't even look like he considers having a girlfriend—"