A/N: This is an A-List oneshot. It's not that other "A List" book(s), though, the ones that have their own category on this website. It's the A-List by Zoey Dean. This story is a very quick and short oneshot. Rating (M) just in case the language is M-worthy.

Pages 115-116 of "Blonde Ambition:" Frat Boy 25 (Kyle's cousin, Lenny) hits on Cammie at a party. She coldly rejects him. Ever wonder what he was thinking? Wonder no more! Just read this oneshot.

Disclaimer: I don't own The A-List. Zoey Dean does.

Story: Frat Boy 25

Lenny wove his way through the people in the room, wondering who the hell all these people were, and how his cousin, Kyle, knew them. The game room was filled with pool tables, Foosball sets, and a giant plasma TV that was showing music videos (A/N: Copied straight from "Blonde Ambition"… I'm not good with rewriting descriptions).

"Hey, Lenny," a girl cooed.

Lenny turned to see who it was and stopped himself from groaning out loud. It was Sandra. Sandra Johnson, the one person he didn't want to see at this post-game party.

"Want to dance?" she asked, purposefully coming closer towards him. Her knockoff Marc Jacobs skirt was so short, her thong was sticking out.

Lenny backed away. "No thanks," he said quickly, and turned and fled before she could catch up.

He stopped just near the door leading towards the corridors that had suites of bedrooms and leaned against the doorframe, hoping that Sandra wouldn't notice him.

Just then, a completely hot girl—definitely way better looking than Sandra, walked past. She had long, reddish-blond curls and a killer body. She was hot as hell, and from her posture, he could tell that she knew it.

Just then the girl turned and looked at him.

Lenny smiled at her, hoping she was better than Sandra. "What's your name, sweetheart?" he asked.

OK. A bit too cozy. He didn't even know her.

"I don't have one," the girl returned smoothly. Lenny couldn't help but notice that her tone wasn't just cool… it was rather cold. "When'd you graduate from the University of Southern California?"

Hey, if this chick wanted to know, he would tell her.

"Two years ago," he answered quickly. "I'm Lenny. Kyle's cousin." Then, before he could stop himself (the words just seemed to come out of his mouth of their own volition), he added, "Mmm, you look good enough to eat. You been down to the hot tub, clothing very optional?"

He mentally winced. Strike one.

"Gee, I haven't, Lenny. Not yet, anyway. You heading that way?"

Cross out the strike and add a score! The chick seemed interested!

"Oh yeah," he agreed.

"Well, when you get there, Lenny, go fuck yourself. That is, if you can unearth any equipment below that gut of yours." The nameless girl turned on her heel and walked away.

Ouch. That sure was a cold rejection.

Lenny stared after her through the crowd of people, wondering why so many girls were complete bitches, and whether or not their parents had raised them to be that way.

A/N: Haha. Please review.