The 87 Quarterback Bad Boy & Good Girl

9. Reputation Of A Bad Boy Player

Travis Redmond

Asking her out 4 more times and her saying no pisses me off to the point that I don't care anymore. If she doesn't wanna go out with Travis Redmond the world's most hottest, sexiest man alive then fuck that shit because I'm going to forget about her, and by forget, I mean by making out with however many women I can grab my hands onto tonight at Andy's party. Or getting fucking wasted as much as I can to the point that I forget about her.

My friend always throws the best awesome fucking parties of all time. Every year, he throws a party to celebrate another year of graduating. Or another year of getting to a new grade. Andy can have a fucking party anytime he wants. His parents don't mind as long as nobody breaks anything in the house then it's all good to party it up all night.

It's 10:00 o'clock pm at night and Andy's house is packed with so many people that you can't even see their faces. Cuz of how dark the living room is. Lights help as they are flashing all over the place as people from my school are dancing, drinking, playing games, making out with random people or people you know. Or chatting. Or fighting. Music is always playing in the background as people are dancing to the loud music.

I see a lot of people I know from my school and others I don't know at all.

I also see a ton of hot chicks in here that are dying to be all over me.

Well, they can have me as much as they want.

I ain't stopping them or complaining about it, not tonight.

I'm ready to be all over them tonight.

Tonight, they can have me all to themselves.

Tonight is a night about having fun and forgetting about a certain blonde beauty who rejected me when I asked her out more than once.

I grab my beer bottle off of the crystal glass table and sip the burning liquid down my throat, and swallow it down.

I let out a satisfied content sigh from my mouth of the beer that I just drank and take another sip of my beer again. This time I take a long chug of my beer. Not stopping until I have my thirst of beer.

"Wow, slow down there, Redmond. We don't want you wasted already." Andy warns me to slow it down before I get drunk.

I honestly don't fucking care.

If the beer can help me forget about her then let it pour down into my throat.

I sip down the last remaining liquid of beer that's inside the bottle. Finish the beer and slam it down on the crystal glass table, when it makes a cracking sound from how hard I slammed it down just now.

"What the fuck Redmond." Andy swears at me, angry now by what I just did to his expensive table.

I need another fucking beer bottle right now.

"Beckett buddy, hey, can you grab me another beer man." I say to my best friend who's, sitting on the end of the long couch that me, Andy, Scott, Patrick, and Dylan are all sitting on. It's our hangout spot when we come to Andy's parties.

Beckett gets up but doesn't move because fucking Cole tells him not to move. "You're not getting him jack shit Benn. He just broke my parents' expensive crystal glass table that, by the way, cost $10,000 dollars." Andy complains angrily about how I broke his parents crystal glass table which by the way I don't give a fuck about. Cuz it's just a fucking table.

"Who cares it's just a fucking table!" I complain not caring about accidentally cracking an expensive fucking table.

Andy's doesn't like my response when he snaps at me loudly. "Just a fucking table. Just a FUCKING TABLE!" Andy yells out the last two words at me upset.