Pickup Notes

"Hey, man!" My best friend, Kyle slapped me on the back. "Nice hit back there. A beauty. Speaking of, seeing anyone lately? Because this girl in my Geometry class keeps nagging me for your number."

I smirked. I was pretty popular with the ladies, but as of now I wasn't interested. In fact, if it weren't for us winning the game, I would probably destroy my punching bag.

Peyton had a boyfriend. The stupid guy's name was Ian Carter, and he was on the soccer team and the debate team. I used to hang out with him some in middle school. But as of now, he was on my hit list.

To be honest, I didn't exactly have a hit list.

But now I did. And there was one name on it.

Sure I fooled around, but I never committed myself to anyone. Because I always need an excuse to flirt with Peyton or scrap in a pickup line without her knowledge. I did that surprisingly a lot.

To be perfectly honest, I kind of expected this. I mean, Peyton was really very pretty, and there was this happy-go-lucky, sort of innocent vibe about her that made you notice her.

Unfortunately, it was mostly guys doing the noticing.

But I noticed her first.

I wasn't happy about this. At all.

I know I can't control her, and though it may seem like it, I'm not possessive, especially because we aren't together. Peyton doesn't even know I like her.

But that doesn't stop me from being jealous.

Ian Carter wasn't better looking then me, and she'd known me longer.

But he didn't have the...erm...reputation that I had.

And there was the fact that he asked her out. To be completely honest, I didn't even I him on my imaginary hit list. I didn't have a grudge against the guy. He was competition, but it's hard to be in competition with a guy over a girl that doesn't know you like her.

So I was just envious.

And I wasn't that much of a douche that I...what would Kyle say?...I believe the phrase Hump and Dump would work. I don't do that. I hook with girls, sure, but I don't do it willy nilly. If I do it, I do it at a party or something. Not in...say...a janitor's closet. I also don't use girls when I'm feeling vulnerable or jealous. My mom raised me to treat women with respect, and to be fair, thought it may not look like it, but I do.

"Nah, I'm fine." I said with a wave.

Kyle chocked. "Seriously? Are you sure? She is hot."

That's nice, but Peyton was beautiful.

"I'm not interested." I half shrugged. Truth was, my body was more than interested. My mind and heart, however, are fully and only Peyton's.

"Why the hell not?" Kyle asked skeptically. He raised his right brow at me and frowned.

"I'm just not." I hadn't told anyone, including Kyle, of massive crush on my sister's best friend. I turned around to leave.

"Dude," Kyle said putting a firm hand on my shoulder to stop me from leaving. I sighed and turned to face giving him a "what now?" kind of look.

"I just want to get something clear. You are turning down a hot, single chick, and you haven't been with a girl in two weeks. What. The. Fuck. There has gotta be something wrong with you or something." Kyle looked at me and waved his hands in a go on gesture.

"I just don't want to be with something now."

"That's complete and utter bull crap. You know as well as I do that you could just hook up with her, then move on. We have done it before. So what's up now. You haven't shown an interest in the seven other girls that wanted to hook up with you. So either you are turning gay, which I would fully support you in that case, or you got kicked in the balls so hard, you are afraid of intercourse, or you got a girl pregnant, or you have a fucking crush! Damn! So you have a crush, do tell."