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Name: Seth Bishop
School activities: homeschooled
Likes: Boxing, UFC, Crime novels, skateboarding, video games, luxury cars, redheads
Favorite Food: Sushi
Favorite Music: indie and punk rock
Favorite Movie: Silence of the Lambs
Favorite Phrase: “Oh, Ellie!” (This is accompanies with a sigh and a shake of the head)
Why we love him: There’s something mysterious and even dangerous about Seth Bishop that sets your heart racing. He’s volatile and unpredictable but you know he’ll always be there whenever you need him—he has a protective streak that can’t be matched. He’s a bit socially awkward and doesn’t always say the right thing. His quirks make him vulnerable and even a little insecure, but accept him the way he is, embrace the flaws that make him unique, and he will cherish you forever. This bleeding heart romantic is just dying for a girl to give his whole heart to.
You Can Quote Me On That:
"You make me uncomfortable," I blurted before I could stop myself.
"Because of the intense attraction between us,” Seth said, one hundred percent serious. “That's natural."
"Angela just sees what you can't for some reason," he said.
"And what's that?"
The corner of Seth's mouth pulled up into a smirk and he turned, angling his body toward mine in the booth. "That it's only a matter of time before I get what I want."
“If he needs Angela to point out to him how special you are, then he doesn’t deserve you.”
Seth took my face in his hands. “I’m going to kiss you now,” he warned me, his whisper so smooth it gave me goose bumps. “You may not like it, but I’m afraid it has to be done.”
I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. This was so not the way I’d imagined introducing myself to her, and yet, somehow, it seemed appropriate that our first meeting involved weapons and a lot of blood.
The Man In Action:
I sat there in Seth’s arms, trying to wrap my head around the idea of him. All the things he could do. The strange, exciting, and lonely life he’s had so far. The tragic past that was somehow romantic. The most mind-blowing part of it all was the fact that he seemed to think I was the one thing he needed to make sense of it all.
I understood what he meant about feeling overwhelmed.
“I can’t believe you were stabbed,” I whispered, trying to come to terms with the things he’d told me tonight. “Do you have a scar?”
Seth’s chest shook with silent laughter and I was reminded of Eric Sherman in biology class. Unlike my old lab partner, Seth didn’t seem bothered by my morbidness. He also, apparently, wasn’t bothered with nakedness, since he said, “It’s not very impressive,” and pulled his shirt off quicker than you could say “rock-hard abs.”
Sure, I’d seen Seth shirtless once or twice, but the first time I was suffering from a concussion, and the other times had been from, like, fifty yards away through my bedroom window. This—having him here in my room, on my bed, in the middle of the night—was completely different. I sucked in a breath and tried not to stare.
“See?” Seth said, running his fingers over a small faded pink line.
“Wow, that’s really it?” I said when I finally noticed the mark. If he hadn’t pointed it out I might not have seen it. It made sense now why I hadn’t noticed it before. “I was expecting something more deadly looking.”
Seth laughed. “I told you it wasn’t impressive. The knife wasn’t very big, and it’s really faded over the years. You can still sort of feel it, though.”
I reached out automatically, but realized what I was doing before my hand touched his skin and pulled back my fingers.
“It’s okay,” he said.
I wasn’t about to just, you know, touch him, so he picked up my hand and placed it over the scar.
“So close to your heart,” I whispered in a shaky voice. I could feel his heart beating rapidly beneath my fingers. I couldn’t imagine someone pushing a blade into it. Making it stop. Killing him. “I’m glad they missed,” I admitted.
When I mindlessly began brushing my fingers back and forth across the raised surface of Seth’s skin his breath caught, and he grabbed hold of my hand. “Ellie,” he said, shaking off a wave of chills. “Be my girlfriend.”
I scrambled all the way to the other side of the bed as far as I could. He didn’t try to stop me, but when I looked back his eyes were hungrier than I’d ever seen them, and his chest was heaving like he was having a hard time holding air in his lungs. He swallowed hard.
“I need you to be mine. I can’t handle this chasing you around nonsense anymore. These moments we have, where it feels like I almost have you but I’m always wondering what you’re thinking and waiting for you to run from me? I can’t take it. It’s time for this to be a real relationship.”
“I… Um… I don’t…”
“Yes, you do.”
“Let me think about it.”
Seth shook his head and crawled toward me. “I’m not giving you a choice here,” he said, coming to a stop just a couple inches from my face.
“You’re not?” I asked stupidly. So much for all that fight he said I had.
Seth shook his head again and closed the distance between us. “I’ll be good to you, though,” he said against my lips.
I couldn’t have argued with him even if I’d wanted to. Which, lets face it, I didn’t.
He kissed me lightly at first, but the instant I kissed him back he threw his weight into it. I had to wrap my arms around his neck to keep from falling backward off the bed, and that was that. I was on my back pinned beneath Seth’s full weight. Only this time I wasn’t scared he was going to kill me. I was worried he was going to try and teach me about a whole lot more than just making out.
“Seth,” I gasped once he finally gave me a chance to get a breath.
He moved his mouth to my neck, and don’t get me wrong, I liked it. I liked it a lot. But I hadn’t even been his girlfriend for like thirty seconds yet and something told me Seth needed, if anything, less encouragement than I’d already given him. I pushed him back a little and tried again. “Seth, wait. Stop.”
“Sorry,” Seth said, snapping out of it somewhat. He brought his lips back to mine for another kiss and then said, “I’m sorry. You’re right. You’re not ready for that yet.”
“No. No, I’m not,” I agreed quickly before I could change my mind. Then, for my own benefit I added, “Not for a long time.”
“All right,” Seth said with a laugh. “Don’t worry, I’m stopping.”
He rolled off of me then and pulled me so my back was against his chest, somehow molding his body around mine. “How about this?” he asked in a teasing voice. “Can you handle at least this?”
Are you kidding? I’d never felt anything more comfortable in my life. “Yes, this I can do,” I said, already half asleep. It was nearly two a.m. after all, and I’m more of an early-to-bed, early-to-rise kind of girl.
“Actually, I could get used to this.” Now that I wasn’t worried about anything anymore, sleep was taking over so fast I was already practically in a state of delirium. “This is nice. There should be a name for this.”
“Spooning.” Seth chuckled.
“It’s called spooning.”
“Spooning. I like spooning. Wow, I need to shut-up before you change your mind about me.”Seth laughed again. “Get some sleep, Ellie,” he said. So I did.
Want more Seth Bishop?
Seth may have already told you about the first time he saw Ellie, and the first time he met her, but there are plenty of other firsts he'd love to tell you about. The first time she rejected him, the first time she kissed him, the first time she punched him... If Seth is crowned king I will write a compilation of my favorite scenes from Serial Hottie all from Seth's perspective.