Portman
After we handed football their asses on the Flip Cup table, I started making my way back to the beer pong table. Fulton and I had a long standing tradition of never letting anyone beat us in our house and we needed to make sure that record stood. As I made my way to the kitchen though, I saw one of the freshmen talking to this tall blond chick. She was in a deep blue dress and she had these legs that went on forever. I could already imagine them being wrapped around my waist as she screamed out my name.
"Freshie," I say coming over to the two of them, "Why don't you get the lady a beer?" I ask it, but the look in my eyes tells him that it's more a command. From the look on his face, I know he knows it too. He nods and takes off.
"Hey, I don't think we have had the pleasure of meeting," I say, putting my hand on the wall above her head. I haven't seen her face yet, she is looking down, but I continue, "But, I'm Dean Portman."
She still hasn't looked up.
"Aren't you going to tell me your name beautiful?" I say, reaching down with my free hand and cupping her chin. I tilt her head to look at me.
"Julie, Julie Gaffney," she responds, the laugh she was apparently trying to stifle fills the room. I can feel my face turn red. I had just been fantasizing about Cat.
"God Cat! Why didn't you tell me it was you?" I almost yell at her before leaving the room.