Chapter 3

The Bulldogs won the game by a landslide, 41-7. FP completed 39 of 43 passes for 373 yards, three touchdowns and one interception. He also caught a 1-yard touchdown pass from his tight end on a trick play which sent the crowd into delirium.

The celebrations took place at Hermione's lake house. There was no shortage of alcohol, almost everyone had brought something. They needn't have bothered though, the lake house had a gigantic wine cellar that had been raided within a half an hour.

Every guy who passed FP shook his hand and congratulated him on his performance. Most girls did the same, except for the few who wanted to congratulate him in a completely different way. He politely declined, but he knew that he would eventually accept an offer.

After two or three beers he was slightly buzzed, but nowhere near drunk. Not only was he not drunk, but he was bored. Fred had ditched him to go shove his tongue down Hermione's throat, the Bulldogs were too loud for him and Alice was nowhere to be seen. He decided to go outside for a smoke.

He lit one up and started to make o's with the smoke, his one and only party piece.

"I didn't expect the school's star athlete to be a smoker."

The statement came from a pretty girl with piercing blue eyes and sleek black hair. FP smiled at her.

"This is part of a strict nutritional regime."

"Oh really? Tobacco is the new protein?"

"Times change and so must we."

They both laughed and FP offered her a smoke, which she accepted.

"I don't think I've seen you around before, do you go to Riverdale High?"

"No, I'm here with my idiot cousin who promised me that this would be fun. It's not by the way."

"It's never fun before three in the morning."

She frowned "Isn't everyone gone by then?"

"Exactly."

She laughed at that "I'm Cristina in case you're interested."

"Hello Cristina, I'm interested."

"Did you seriously just make a dad joke?"

"I'm quirky like that."

They both smiled at each other for a minute. FP took a small step towards her and stubbed out his cigarette. She did the same. That's the only invitation he needed. He tilted his head to the side and kissed her slowly. She kissed him back, matching his rhythm. Things got heated quickly and before FP knew it they were in one of the bedrooms.

Alice had been watching the whole interaction right up to the point where the two retreated to the bedroom. She couldn't understand why she felt jealous of the girl. Maybe she was just feeling protective of FP?

She tried to think of something other than what FP was doing in that room. Or who, rather. Did he even know her name? Did he care? Why did she care? FP could do what he wanted, it's not like he needed her permission to have a good time. And it wasn't as if he was a virgin, she had witnessed him going off with loads of girls at parties just like this one. So why was it making her mad now?

Hermione came up behind her and handed her a beer.

"Why are you out here by yourself?"

"Oh I'm just thinking about stuff."

"Honey, you shouldn't think, just drink."

Alice took her advice and took a sip. She hadn't planned on drinking much but since she was staying the night there anyway she thought what he hell.

"Did you see FP and that girl from Greendale?"

Alice nodded and took a much larger sip.

"They've been in there for a while, do you think they're passed out? Because I sort of need that room later."

"No, I don't think they were that drunk."

As if he'd heard them talking about him, FP emerged from the room with messy hair and an extremely bruised neck.

Hermione laughed at the sight "Damn. She was starving."

Alice laughed half-heartedly "Yeah, good for him."

Hermione continued to watch FP. He went over to join the Bulldogs for a game of beer pong. Could he be more stereotypical? There were girls all over him, practically begging for his attention. She knew that there was only one girl who's attention FP wanted and she was sitting right next to her.

The girl from Greendale finally came out of the room, looking just as messy as FP had. She looked worse though when she saw how quickly he had had moved on. He was currently making out with the co-captain of the River Vixens.

Hermione felt bad for the poor girl, but what had she expected? Drunken one night stands at high school parties don't generally blossom into epic romances. Especially with football players. Especially with the ones who looked like FP Jones.

At around 3am the last few people had left. All that remained were: Hermione, Fred, Alice and FP. Fred was supposed to drive FP home but he had decided to spend the night. Hermione said that FP could stay, on the condition that he didn't bother them. It was nice to feel so loved.

He stayed downstairs for a while and watched some TV. After a few minutes of Family Feud he began to get sleepy. He went to the nearest bedroom he could find and put his ear to the door before he walked in, in case he saw something he really didn't want to see.

He entered the room to find a half-naked Alice Smith on the bed. He turned away immediately.

"FP!"

"Shit! Sorry, I didn't know you were in here!"

Alice pulled on a jumper quickly and then threw a shoe at the back of his head.

"Ow! What was that for?!"

"For not knocking!"

He turned around "How was I supposed to know you were in here?"

"By knocking?"

FP was having a hard time thinking of a comeback because he was trying his best not to stare at her bare legs. He wasn't doing a great job.

"FP! Stop staring!"

"I wasn't! Calm down!"

Alice went under the covers of the bed to avoid more objectification of her body.

FP sat down on the sofa. Who the hell puts a sofa in a bedroom? The filthy rich needed lessons in interior design.

They looked at each other for a moment, neither knowing what to say.

"I saw you and that girl from Greendale. She seems nice."

"Yeah she is."

"I also saw you with Sierra, Angela and Margot."

FP smirked "Are you stalking me Alice?"

She nodded "Someone has to make sure you don't pick up any STD's"

"No fear of that since I didn't have sex with any of them."

"Ha-ha very funny."

FP frowned "what's funny? I did other stuff with them, sure, but I wouldn't have sex with just anyone."

This made Alice sit up "So you're a virgin?"

FP went red "Uh yeah, I thought you knew that."

"Now I feel bad for thinking you were a man whore."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

FP looked as like he wanted to say something but was struggling finding the right words.

"Spit it out, Jones."

"Did you and Hal, you know?"

"Yeah, during the summer. He wanted to do it again but I said no."

"You didn't enjoy it?"

"Not particularly. Not that I have anyone to compare him to but he wasn't very good."

"Did he get mad when you wouldn't do it again?"

Alice laughed "Yeah, he broke up with me."

FP balled his fist "That's why you guys ended it? What a bastard."

Alice shrugged her shoulders and gave the vibe that she didn't want to talk about it anymore.

FP saw this and stood up "I'll let you get some rest."

"Where are you going?"

"To find another room."

"You could stay here."

"While that sofa is very comfy, I'd rather a bed."

"I wasn't talking about the sofa, dumbass."

Realisation dawned on FP and he contemplated what he should do next. If he left it would be insensitive and rude but if he stayed he wasn't sure that he would be able to control himself. He told himself to calm down, this wasn't the first time they were sharing a bed.

He shrugged his jacket off and pulled up his shirt. He took off his shoes and socks but left his pants on.

Alice moved over slightly to make room for him. He slipped into the bed and immediately he could feel Alice's legs against his own. He tried to stop thinking about it and go to sleep but found that he couldn't.

Little did FP know, Alice was having the exact same problem next to him.