Brett

“Okay five hottest girls in school go.” Sadly this was a normal conversation around Brett. At least it was better than when they said what 5 girls do you want to bang in school. They had stopped doing that one around Brett when he started yelling at them for it.

“And this time no Clair, everyone knows she’s the hottest but she’s with David so none of us are going to get that one.” There was some laughing around the table, at Luke’s comment. Luke wasn’t always the instigator but he brought up the conversation about girls more often than anyone else.

The table consisted of your typical jock type. Athletic, big and burly. Most of them were seniors and juniors. There weren’t really any sophomores and Brett was the only freshman. 15 and already taller than most of the guys on the team, Brett had earned his right to sit at this table. He was there quarterback, and as of right now they were undefeated. Something unheard of for a new school like Lynn Academy. It was all thanks to players like Brett and others like Ben and Mark. Brett wouldn’t have even come here but Levi said he wanted to come for the music. So Brett had followed his best friend and became the quarterback, easily beating out the old one.

“Well, have you seen the librarian’s assistant, Emily?” Said one of the linebackers.

“When have you ever been in a library?” Someone else said bringing louds of laughter from the rest of the table. Even the guy who they were laughing at joined in.

“haha ya well she’s pretty Hot. I bet she would just go wild when…” The linebacker looked over at Brett and swallowed what he had been about to say. “Well she’s real hot.” This was meet by everyone pounding on the table showing there agreement.

“Dude my choice is…” Sam the cornerback said, quickly looking around, and after his next sentence it became apparent why. “Holly. Redheads are hot and she is smokin.” This was again meet by laughter and hearty pounding on the table. They would have never said that with Ben and Mark around. It just wasn’t a good idea to have your face reconstructed by the twins.

“Well if we are going for dangerous here why not…” again another quick look around. This time it was Taylor the wide receiver doing the talking. Good natured and always one for a laugh he had most of the guys attention waiting on his choice. “Autumn?” This brought on lots off table banging and some hollering and back slapping. “I know you would probably never be able to tell who was in charge of the relationship.” Taylor went on. “But if tall, brunette sexy amazon is on your list you won’t find any girl better then Autumn to fulfill your dreams.”

“Well if you’re gonna do Autumn you might as well include Tori.” Said someone else. “Heck there always together and if you get lucky you might get both. Although with Tori you’ll always need to check for a bucket of cold water.” More laughter and table slapping.

Brett sighed inwardly. Too bad the twins weren’t here. They at least had cool things to talk about. Especially Mark, if you could get him talking about circuit boards and stuff he could go on for hours. And even though Ben didn’t share is brother’s love for electronics and spent most of his time in shop class, don’t let that fool you. He had the mind of an engineer and had stumped countless people with the puzzles he made.

“What about you Brett?” Luke asked. “Who’s your pick?”

Crap Brett thought, I should’ve left when I had the chance. The whole table was now looking at him, smiling. They all knew who he liked. It was pretty obvious. It was also obvious that half of them liked her to. When she showed up it seemed like half the team came down with injuries. They just liked bringing this up to watch him squirm.

“Annnd that’s my queue to leave” Brett said grabbing his stuff. “See you guys at practice.” As he was leaving he could barely make out some of the conversation he was leaving.

“Dude his head over heels for her.”

“Ya but if he wants her he better get in line. He might be the QB but his still just a freshman.”

“Come on guys. You all know none of us stands a chance she doesn’t go for athletes and if any of us got with her we’d all beat the crap out of him.”

The last thing he heard was laughter as he left the lunchroom was the sound of their laughter and the beat of their hands on the table.