A big, big thank you to all my previous reviewers, i know i don't always reply, but each review means a lot!

This fic is set in the college years, so their ages are about 18-19.

Disclaimer: Pot not mine, not at all!

On with the story.

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You are no saint. Not anymore at least.

For a moment you wonder when or why it got to be like this – the memories are vague, blurry. And it's too bothersome to recollect everything again, too troublesome to ponder on it properly.

Especially when there is a very pretty, only partially dressed boy right next to you, in your bed, blushing very adorably indeed – willing to do anything to make you happy, or so he says.

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When he confessed he told you, you were his first crush.

You yourself have lost track of the people who you have touched and who touched you back.

All you remember is that last month it was a girl, and the month before that it was some other guy – anything beyond that is best left buried anyway.

For some reason, they all flock to you. Like moths to flames ( flies to garbage would be a more fitting analogy, you think almost sarcastically).

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You don't intend to use them, you never accepted their feelings with that sort of intentions at all.

You just do it because you have nothing to lose, and you like to give them a chance; not all of them of course, good Lord no – you are not a mercenary, and neither is it your place to be one, just some of them who move your heart a little, with their sincerity.

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It starts off okay, it always does; you are nice to them, they are nice to you.

And time progresses, you are still nice to them; for them it seems to be getting more difficult with each passing day.

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And after more or less the short span of a month ( seriously, you are not joking here – there are times when you have even checked the calendar), they decide they want to have nothing to do with you whatsoever.

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Yes, one third of them break down, the rest prefer to give the cold shoulder, saying nothing more than necessary; a rare kind soul tells you that he/she had fun during your short span of togetherness.

It's better that way, because that way, you can at least smile.

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To your sadistic side this has become somewhat of a sick game.

No you won't deny it – even though it is not a dominant part of your personality, you do have a sadistic side ( who doesn't? You wonder ).

Your companion makes a move and captures your lips, you kiss him back.

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/ Lets see how long he can last. /

A small voice speaks in a dark corner of your mind, before you shut it out.

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A/N: hope you liked it! my first multipart fic in days, i have focused on making it more plot oriented, i hope the characterizations are okay.

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Thank you for reading.