None of the Ducks understood Portman's obsession with Samantha, we was snooty in their minds. Who was she to not like them because they played hockey? No one saw her the way he saw her. His whole life he'd been able to get just about any girl he wanted, he was good looking, fun and loyal. Qualities that had landed him many a girl both in Chicago and at Eden Hall, Sam however was the unobtainable dream. She did however like Carly and Delilah, Carly because she worked on the news paper with her and Delilah because neither was nor would she date an athlete.
"Hey Carly," He called to the dark haired girl across the table
"Hmmm?" Carly lifted her head from Adam's shoulder
"You're friends with Samantha Wyatt right?"
The entire team groaned with a chorus of
"Not this again." and "Come on Portman."
"Yeah, I'm friends with her and she still doesn't date jocks that hasn't changed." Carly answered
"What kind of guys does she like?"
"Artsy, sensitive guys that write poetry and go to art museums. Not guys like you."
There was the stereotype again, everyone thought it, even his friends thought he was incapable of being intellectual.
"Why don't you move on to a girl that you know you can have man? Sierra Morton has been staring at you, for the last month and a half." Charlie informed him pointing a tall leggy cheerleader with curly red hair and blue eyes.
"Yeah I guess I will."
Portman walked over to Sierra's table, knowing asking her out would be easy, unlike asking out Samantha. All you had to do to get a girl like Sierra was take her to McDonalds and a cheap matinee, and she was happy. Portman had to admit that at first he liked the quickness in which he got girls and how easy it was on his wallet, but by now his tune had changed. He was bored with how easy girls like Sierra were, but for some reason, that didn't stop him from asking them out.
"Hey Portman." Sierra giggled along with the rest of her table.
"How are you doing Sierra?" He asked with such smoothness that Luis would've been in awe.
Sierra tucked a stray curl behind her ear, "I'm good, how about you?"
"I'm good." Portman smiled suavely, "But I'd be great if you'd get a bite to eat with me on Saturday."
"Ok." Sierra replied in her bubbly voice, that made Portman wonder if she actually talked like that, naturally.
"Great." Portman nodded and the began to stand up, "I guess I'll see you on Saturday?"
"I guess so, see ya." Sierra smiled
Sierra giggle yet again as she tossed a strand of her strawberry curls over her shoulder. Portman was waiting for everyone in White Castle to turn around and laugh at him from being caught with such a bimbo. She'd completely ruined the movie they had gone to see. XXX (triple X) was not in anyway a comedy, however Sierra had been compelled to laugh every ten seconds, that was when she wasn't telling him how hot Vin Diesel and how she'd leave him for Vin in a second. He'd been almost tempted to ask
"Do you promise?"
Being that he wasn't that big of a jerk (no matter what the rumors said), chewed his fries and ignored all her flaws no matter how major or minor. That was after all the kind of girl Dean Portman was suppose to date just ask anyone. Then of course as if the night was going bad enough in walked Samantha with Ryan Snow. He was in the Drama club and prom committee and just about every other extracurricular activity that wasn't sports related, Ryan was Samantha's type of guy.
Portman sort of slunk down in his seat as Samantha walked by the table. If she saw him with a girl like Sierra any miniscule chance he may have had if the moon was full and it was the 4th Tuesday of the month would be gone. Unfortunately being that he's was a rather large guy and the booth had rather low backs, he wasn't hidden well.
"Why hello Dean." Samantha greeted him cheerily after their meeting days before she'd been wondering what had possessed him to talk to her. It was common knowledge that she hated jocks. But she wasn't a rude girl so that was her turn to say hello
"Uhh hi, Sam… Samantha." Nervous and stuttering what a great way to impress a girl that was already out of your league.
"Well I better get back to my table. Enjoy your date." With that she waltzed away in a flash of brown hair.
"Come one Sierra, let's get going." Portman held out his hand and led to his truck. He walked her to her door and she babbled about the wonderful time she had and how she hoped they do it again. He'd perfected the smile and nod technique on may a cheerleader and Sierra fell for just the way they had. A quick kiss on the cheek and a promise to call and he was free.
"That was the worst date ever." He chuckled shaking his head as he fled the girls dorm.
"Hey Carly," He called to the dark haired girl across the table
"Hmmm?" Carly lifted her head from Adam's shoulder
"You're friends with Samantha Wyatt right?"
The entire team groaned with a chorus of
"Not this again." and "Come on Portman."
"Yeah, I'm friends with her and she still doesn't date jocks that hasn't changed." Carly answered
"What kind of guys does she like?"
"Artsy, sensitive guys that write poetry and go to art museums. Not guys like you."
There was the stereotype again, everyone thought it, even his friends thought he was incapable of being intellectual.
"Why don't you move on to a girl that you know you can have man? Sierra Morton has been staring at you, for the last month and a half." Charlie informed him pointing a tall leggy cheerleader with curly red hair and blue eyes.
"Yeah I guess I will."
Portman walked over to Sierra's table, knowing asking her out would be easy, unlike asking out Samantha. All you had to do to get a girl like Sierra was take her to McDonalds and a cheap matinee, and she was happy. Portman had to admit that at first he liked the quickness in which he got girls and how easy it was on his wallet, but by now his tune had changed. He was bored with how easy girls like Sierra were, but for some reason, that didn't stop him from asking them out.
"Hey Portman." Sierra giggled along with the rest of her table.
"How are you doing Sierra?" He asked with such smoothness that Luis would've been in awe.
Sierra tucked a stray curl behind her ear, "I'm good, how about you?"
"I'm good." Portman smiled suavely, "But I'd be great if you'd get a bite to eat with me on Saturday."
"Ok." Sierra replied in her bubbly voice, that made Portman wonder if she actually talked like that, naturally.
"Great." Portman nodded and the began to stand up, "I guess I'll see you on Saturday?"
"I guess so, see ya." Sierra smiled
Sierra giggle yet again as she tossed a strand of her strawberry curls over her shoulder. Portman was waiting for everyone in White Castle to turn around and laugh at him from being caught with such a bimbo. She'd completely ruined the movie they had gone to see. XXX (triple X) was not in anyway a comedy, however Sierra had been compelled to laugh every ten seconds, that was when she wasn't telling him how hot Vin Diesel and how she'd leave him for Vin in a second. He'd been almost tempted to ask
"Do you promise?"
Being that he wasn't that big of a jerk (no matter what the rumors said), chewed his fries and ignored all her flaws no matter how major or minor. That was after all the kind of girl Dean Portman was suppose to date just ask anyone. Then of course as if the night was going bad enough in walked Samantha with Ryan Snow. He was in the Drama club and prom committee and just about every other extracurricular activity that wasn't sports related, Ryan was Samantha's type of guy.
Portman sort of slunk down in his seat as Samantha walked by the table. If she saw him with a girl like Sierra any miniscule chance he may have had if the moon was full and it was the 4th Tuesday of the month would be gone. Unfortunately being that he's was a rather large guy and the booth had rather low backs, he wasn't hidden well.
"Why hello Dean." Samantha greeted him cheerily after their meeting days before she'd been wondering what had possessed him to talk to her. It was common knowledge that she hated jocks. But she wasn't a rude girl so that was her turn to say hello
"Uhh hi, Sam… Samantha." Nervous and stuttering what a great way to impress a girl that was already out of your league.
"Well I better get back to my table. Enjoy your date." With that she waltzed away in a flash of brown hair.
"Come one Sierra, let's get going." Portman held out his hand and led to his truck. He walked her to her door and she babbled about the wonderful time she had and how she hoped they do it again. He'd perfected the smile and nod technique on may a cheerleader and Sierra fell for just the way they had. A quick kiss on the cheek and a promise to call and he was free.
"That was the worst date ever." He chuckled shaking his head as he fled the girls dorm.