"Honestly, Randy...why you wanted to invite a bunch of brain-dead football players to the party," the girl went on. "And then you come out dressed like that, no less."
"But, Sam..." he protested, whining a bit. How did he know this girl's name?
"I've invited some cool people I met to the party. They aren't football players or cheerleaders, but..."
Randy's mind was spinning. But this girl was just so...confusing. he didn't know what she was talking about, but she seemed so certain of it.
