Dramatic Monologue

Later I would find out that was not the only reason he worked that god-forsaken job. "Pretty good game huh?" I asked. "I haven't been watching but I've been listening. It sounds like our defense is playing better than they have been," Roman said as he continued to scrape. It kind of surprised me that he said that about the game. If I had guessed, I would have told you that Roman wasn't into sports. But he was right on the money about our defense. If our "D" played well, we were in every game. The P A announcer came on during halftime and told the crowd that the cheerleaders would now be performing their routine at mid-field. When Roman heard this, the scraping stopped. He went over to the window and watched. "You need to forget

"Why?" he asked back, still caught up in the routine. " She's taken first of all. If Johnny thinks you are after her, he'll kick your ass up and down that hallway and use your head for a map. Believe me I know. I've been friends with him since first grade and he's the badest son of a bitch there is, in this school anyway." "I'm not after his girl. I just think she's nice," Roman replied. "Nice? She's the most popular girl at Collingston High. Every guy wants her and every girl wants to be her. You don't get that status by being stuping nice, Roman," I said, Roman's eyes were still locked on her. " I think it's just fancy wrapping paper." " Anyway, Scott Jakowski's parents are out of town and he's throwing one hell of a bash after the game. " Roman went back to his scraping. "You should come. Everybody's going to be there. He'll have food and shit, even a keg if that's your thing." "I have to work." I grabbed a pen and paper off the desk in the front of the room. "Only 'til midnight, right? The party will just be getting

" I set the piece of paper down next to where Roman was not working. He didn't look up, but continued to scrape the gum off another desk. I headed back down to the field to catch the second half. We ended up winning the game by a touch down and just like Roman said our defense was the reason. They ran two interceptions back for touchdowns. VII When I got to Scotty's house, there were already people there. He had a decent-sized back yard that sloped down toward the lake. At the far end of the yard were stairs that led down to the dock. By midnight the back yard was packed. There must have been two hundred people and at least half of them were girls. Tonight might be my lucky night. Sally was in attendance-the one I almost had in the pool-and if things went my way, we would finish where we left off. Scotty was passed out at his own party. Not shocking though, he could never hold his liquor. Most everybody was outside, but there were a few guys in Scotty's kitchen playing the Century Club-a drinking game in which you took a shot of beer every minute for a hundred minutes. It doesn't sound that bad because it's beer