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Name: Seth Bishop
Hair: dark
Eyes:
blue
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.”
“W-what?”
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.
“Huh?”
“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.
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