A/N- you know things aren't turning out exactly the way I thought they would. And it's kinda funny to look back at your reviews to see one minute you're sympathizing with Bonita and then the next you're hating her. I know Portman seems a little over egotistical but in the movie they really didn't show much of his attitude. If you check out my other Mighty Ducks story, Crushed, you'll see that I'm taking his attitude the other way. In this story, he's a jerk and in the other one he's very sweet like one of my guy friends who looks really tough and mean and is an ex-druggie but he's actually quite sweet. Oh well, whatever. I hope you're all enjoying the story. Don't worry, Bonita becomes out going very soon, and things work out . . . for the most of it. Please read and review. On with it.

CHAPTER 8

Fulton looked up form his homework as the door to his dorm room opened. Portman walked in, smiling to himself.

"Where have you been?" Fulton grunted.

"Out. With a girl" Portman said cheerfully.

"A girl?" Fulton raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Yeah. A girl that I'll never see again."

"What do you mean?"

"I was bored, the girl had this huge crush on me. I took her out to the movies, we mad out, I took her back to the dorms and that's it. I mean, man, she's not even that hott. And I'm never gonna talk to her again. Like I said, I was just bored."

"You used her?" Fulton asked in shock.

"Sure. I guess you could say that. I gave her what she wanted. A night out with the one, the only, me."

"Portman, dude, that's not cool."

"What's your problem? She's not my responsibility. She could have said no. Her roommate was the smart one. She was trying to tell her not to go and she thought that her roommate was jealous. I mean come on. They were fighting over me. I'm just that irresistible."

"They were fighting?"

"Yeah. Her roommate got so mad, she's moving out tomorrow. And they were best friends."

"Wait. Let me get this strait. You use a girl, throw her away, break up two best friends, and you're cool with this?"

"Yeah."

"So, if some hott girl were to some in her, cause us to get into a huge fight, you'd be fine with it?"

"No man. No girl could break up the Bash Brothers."

"Portman" Fulton let out an exasperated sigh. "Listen to what you're saying. Think about what you just did. Who knows how long those girls were best friends. You can't just go around using girls like that when you're bored!"

"Why not?"

"Because! It's wrong!"

"Since when did you get all ethical?"

"I have respect for other people's feelings, especially girl's feelings. I don't see how you can do this without felling guilty."

"I feel a little guilty."

"Oh really?"

"Sure. This girl's roommate was really hott! Come on man. If I hadn't done that, made her hate me, I would have had a chance with her."

"Urg. That's not what I meant."

"Oh. Dude, no. I don't feel too guilty. It was her choice to go with me. She could have said no."

"And it was your choice to treat her like shit."

"Well . . ."

"Why do you keep doing this? Using girls? Find a girl you really like and just go out with her. Just her. Settle down with a girlfriend. Go steady with someone."

"That's no fun. How can you pay attention to just one girl? Nah. I like being single. I can bounce around . . ."

"Mess with girls' minds" Fulton cut in.

"Fulton, man, we're tow different people. With two different attitudes towards life. I'm not gonna try and change yours . . ."

"I'm not trying to change yours! I'm just sharing my opinion on the matter. I think what you're doing is wrong. That's just my opinion, my attitude towards life."

"Sorry. I guess I'm over reacting. I'll chill out."

"Yeah. Sorry I got all up on your back."

"I'm still kinda regretting not getting with that other girl."

"Who was she?"

"That Spanish chick. Bonita . . . or whatever her name is."

"Bonita?!?!?" exclaimed Fulton, his eyes growing wide. "The same girl you called babe, the same girl you slammed into the wall, the same girl you were going to apologize to?"

"Yeah . . . right. Her."

"The same girl I like?"

"I totally forgot it was her. Sorry dude."

"Wait. Portman, did you listen to anything Connie said about her this morning at breakfast?"

"No."

"About how close Bonita and Ava . . ."

"Yeah, that's the other girl" interrupted Portman.

"How close they are" continued Fulton. "Those girls were the best of friends and you just screwed up their friendship?"

"Wow. Dude. Don't get all upset."

"I'm not upset. I'm just . . . irritated."

"Sorry. I had no idea that they'd get into this huge fight. It's not really my fault."

"I guess you could say that. But . . . man. There go my chances, if I had any, with Bonita."

"Woah. How did I blow your chances with Bonita?"

"She hates you, right?" Portman nodded. "Well if I were to talk to her the first thought in her mind would be that I'm friends with you, like best friends. And then she'd blow me off."

"But you're not like me."

"How does she know that?" Fulton put his head in his hands and let out a sigh. "Gah. This sucks."

"Sorry man. I didn't mean to do that."

"No, it's ok. I'll think of something."

"I'm sure you will."

"So . . . what are you going to do about Ava?"

"What am I going to do about her? Absolutely nothing. Ha" Portman let out a short laugh. "I guess I am a jerk, huh?"

"You can be sometimes" Fulton admitted with a grin.

"I know" Portman slipped off his shoes. "I'm gonna go to bed. It's been a rough night" he laughed again.

"I'm sure it has been. Well, I'm done with my homework so I guess I'll go to bed too. Some tunes?"

"Of course" Portman switched on the boom box and the boys smiled at each other before stretching and getting into bed.