"You do know you don’t have to sleep with the girl right? All you have to do is flirt a bit and maybe a kiss here or there, just enough so Spencer knows you’re not waiting around for her to come to her senses."

I nod my head at his words, continuing to scan the crowd.

"Of course I know, but I don’t think Spencer’s going to be too jealous if I leave with some plastic, orange, bimbo."

He punches me in my left shoulder, scoffing and raising his hands in defense.

"Hey, the brunette wasn’t plastic, or orange."

I outwardly laugh, tuning my body so I’m facing the muscular man. He’s sporting a hurt look, lip pushed out and all.

"No, but her boobs are about real as the bulge in your pants."

His hand reaches down to cover himself, feigning a hurt expression.

"Hey, everything in here is real."

After squeezing himself and lets out what was probably supposed to be a manly grunt…. needless to say it comes out more like a teenage girl getting herself off for the first time.

"You’re disgusting."

He shrugs his shoulders as he grabs his drink.

"Disgustingly real." He says, amusement written on his face.

I’m silent for a moment; suddenly I turn back to Aiden, laughing loudly.

"What?" He says, tone telling me that he’s not enjoying being laughed at.

"Nothing, it’s just some story Clay told me about you, and your sock theory."

At the mention of this Aiden starts laughing along with me.

"I can’t believe he remembers that!"

My laughs turn to giggles. "Wait, wait, wait, it’s true?"

The black haired boy nods his head, eyes darting to the floor in embarrassment.

"I was in High School, and I thought it would help me with the ‘ladies’."

I shake my head at him, finding this new information highly amusing.

"You weren’t popular in High School were you?"

Again he punches me in the shoulder.

"For your information I started on Varsity all four years… I was ‘the’ man."

This invokes more laughter from me.

"So you were Mr. Jockstrap?"

He nods his head with pride.