Beneath The Surface

Game On

Bryan Wright, High schools most popular frat boy, The football captain, and the host of this frat party, leans against the countertop of the packed living room. the sound of early 2000s pop-punk blasting from the speakers, nearly filling the room. He dismisses the chaos—flirting with some girls nearby with a smirk, and a red solo cup in hand.

He exudes a laid-back confidence, and it was clear his ego is bursting at the seams. Despite the people spilling their drinks drunkly, or throwing up all over the floor, he seems smug as ever.

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"Bro, leave some girls for us."

Kyle says, punching Bryan on the shoulder playfully taking a sip out of his own drink.

Bryan turns around, a smirk playing across his lips as he looks Kyle up and down.

"You guys shouldn't expect crumbs if you don't got game like me, Ky." He pats Kyles back, and scans the room for any hot girls nearby.

Kyle rolls his eyes, before going to the countertop and chugging down a bottle of vodka, and Bryan snickers as he watches Kyle down the bottle of vodka.

"Dude, you're gonna be puking your guys out in the trash can for about 30 minutes."

Bryan exclaims, as Kyle would just shrug dismissively. That was before Kyle's girlfriend, Megan comes up to him and starts to caress his hard biceps softly.

"Baby! I've been looking all over for you. What do you say we go have some real fun upstairs?" Brooke shoots him a seductive wink, letting her petite hands travel down to his rock hard abs.

Kyle smirks, his eyes glinting with mischief as he leans down to whisper in her ear, he replies: "With a tempting offer like that, how could I say no? Lead the way you pretty little thing."

Bryan grimaces a bit at the display of affection from Kyle and his girlfriend, his hand running through his tousled hair as he glances away slightly."Aww, cute. Make sure the walls aren't thin. Don't need to hear you guys all night." His tone would drip with sarcasm.

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After about an hour later, everybody left since Bryan kicked them out, due to them puking all over his new expensive white carpet.

Kyle finally came back downstairs with his girlfriend, in which she quickly went outside to wait for Kyle, exclaiming in disgust as she tried her best to walk past the mess.

"Shit, real mess here." Kyle chuckles.

"This is gonna take forever to clean up." Bryan mutters, grimacing at the sight of the destroyed house.

"Good luck. I ain't helping you, gotta get my girl hope." Kyle yells out with a smirk, before closing the door behind him that echoed through the big house with a loud thud.

"Bastard." Bryan grumbles under his breath, his other friends start to make their way out of the house as well, leaving him to deal with the aftermath of his own party.

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Another day at school meant another day of girls fawning and fighting over Bryan like lost puppies. In which Bryan would stroll in the hallways, flanked by a few of his buddies and girls practically hanging off his arms.

Before suddenly the girls get shoved away as Kyle pushes them to talk to Bryan, trying to match up with his pace.

"Bro, what's with all these girls? Move bitch." He says in an annoyed tone as he pushes one, one of them even fell on the floor and started crying and it was funny.

Bryan chuckles, a grin spreads across his face, he looks at Kyle, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder. "What can I say? Girls can't resist this charm."He says, gesturing to himself with his free hand, as if gesturing at his entire being.

Kyle grimaced in disgust and looked Bryan up and down, Before he clears his throat and looks forward. "Listen bro, we've got to step up our game this year. Last season was a joke, and if we wanna win this championship, we can't keep messing around. We need to hit the gym hard and get our heads in the game. No more distractions, you feel me? We gotta show these guys we mean business." He gestures with his hands as he speaks, his tone filled with determination.

Bryan nods, a competitive spark lighting up in his eyes as he grins. "You're damn right we do. This year's gonna be different. No more distractions, just winning."

Kyle raises an eyebrow, not believing when Bryan said 'no distractions' when he was probably gonna throw another party next week. He stopped walking and so did Bryan when he realized. "Nah bro I mean it, No distractions." He deadpans.

Bryan looks at Kyle, his smirk faltering slightly as he realizes Kyle isn't fooled by his words. He sighs. "Alright, alright, I hear you. No distractions. I'm taking this seriously, I promise. No more parties or anything." He says semi-seriously as he puts a hand on Kyle's shoulder.

Kyle looks at his watch, seeing that class was already starting causing him to groan in frustration, knowing the teacher said if he was late one time it meant bad business.

"Alright, I'll catch you at the gym after school?" Kyle asks.

"You bet. See ya." Bryan daps up Kyle, watching as he walks away. His mind already wandering to the upcoming championship, laughing subconsciously at the thought of them crying on the floor after losing.

His thoughts are suddenly cut off when his girlfriend, Brittany approaches him.

"Well look who it is. What's up, beautiful?" Bryan swings an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him.

Brittany smiles before they kiss,  and she quickly fixes her lipstick, in which Bryan raises an eyebrow in question to why she was so eager to fix her lipstick cause they just kissed. Was he that bad of a kisser...?

"So,  have any plans after school? was thinking maybe we could... go out, you know?" She asks as she twirls her blonde, soft strand of hair.

Bryan's eyes rake over her blonde hair and sultry expression, and he can't help but raise an eyebrow suggestively.

"Go out, huh? Well, I was probably gonna hit the gym with Kyle, and the team after school. I have to get packing for this new season." He explains, flexing his biceps slightly, even going as far as kissing them and Brittany grimaces in disgust, then huffs in disbelief.

"You're like, always hanging out with Kyle! Can't you just make some time for me? Please?" She pleads, caressing Bryan's hot frat biceps.

Bryan firmly puts his hands in his pocket, leaning down to slightly reassure her. "Babe, come on. You know I gotta focus this year! I'm the captain, and this year is our year. Kyle and I need to train hard." He glances down at her, acting like he has no choice in the situation.

Brittany pouts and turns her body away from facing him. "Why do you even need to train? I mean, you're strong enough.." She winks, playing with her bra strap.

Bryan sighs as Brittany acts difficult, but his eyes are drawn to her playing with her bra strap. He swallows, his mind momentarily wandering before he snaps himself out of it. "Brit, it's not about being strong enough. It's about being the best. Kyle and I have to be at our peak if we wanna win this championship." He says firmly, even tho he's slightly distracted by her seductive attempts.

Brittany flips her hair and pulls out her flip phone. "Megan! Meet me at the school doors, we're ditching. I wanna go to the mall!" She practically yells at her best friend Megan over the phone, walking away as her heels clacked against the school grounds.

"Damn it. How am I supposed to convince her now? Girls are so goddamn stubborn..." Bryan mutters to himself.