Dylan Ryder's FoolProof Guide to Womanizing

Chapter [1]

"What happened when?" he asked clueless-ly while flipping though the channels.

"Wow the booze is really getting to your head isn't it? Anyways man what do ya wanna do?"

"There's nothing on TV, lets hit the slopes"

"Hit the slopes in the middle of New York?"

"My dad's given me access to the private jet and a 24hr pilot, we'll be able to stay the weekend in Alaska and be back before Monday classes, go get your stuff and meet me here in an hour tops"

"Awesome, I'll see you then"

In less than an hour, I had packed my ski equip. and we were in Mason's Bugatti driving towards his families private plane terminal, and after loading our stuff in and doing all the crap with the visa's we were in the air on our way.

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After a long weekend of skiing, partying, girls, sex and tonnes of booze, we were in the plane back to the states in a daze and bloody hung over. My head was throbbing like f#@k and Mason had passed out in his seat after securing himself to his seat. But it was freaking worth it I thought to myself. And Melanie - the chick I had met over there and spent most of my weekend with - had rocked my world (innuendo and pun intended).

I decided to crash at Mason's place for the night.

When we finally got to school Monday morning, after loads of black coffee, an aspirin, complete silence to help with our headaches and sleep deprivation we jogged onto the field for early morning soccer practice. And when I say early I mean too early for a hangover that was for sure.

"Okay lad's I understand that many of you are dead and sleepy and whatever else you girls have to complain about at 6.00am in the morning but suck it up. A-league championships are coming up soon so I need you all prepped and ready to kick some serious a*&. Shirts and Skins!" Coach Jenkins yelled. "First I want 150 push ups and 5 laps, GET TO IT! Oh and RYDER! Your captain of the skins, Mieser your captain of the shirts".

I hated being on opposite sides to Mase but he loved the competition.

"It is so on man," he hissed after we flipped a coin to pick sides and he won. 90 mins of play later and we were still tied on 2 all. Until I noticed the cheer squad doing their stretches and lost all -

"RYDER! What the hell" I heard a teammate yell as he passed me the ball causing me to react immediately and shoot for the winning goal in the last 30 seconds of extra time. Resulting in cheers from even the opposite team,

"I don't know how the hell you do it every time," Mason said as he patted my back congratulating me.

On the way back to the locker rooms, I managed to get the cheer captain's number. Shae I think her name was.

"Yo Dylan, wait up" I heard James Stanton the new transfer call out to me.

"Hey sup?"

"Look man I don't know how you do it but I've heard you have a reputation and I want in"

"In on what?"

"C'mon you were totally checking out those girls, and you almost lost us the game but you managed to recover in like a split second and win the game looking suave the entire time like you knew that would happen or some s#*t. Let me into the world of the infamous Dylan Ryder."

"Ha-ha, that's what you mean, you didn't need to give me that whole patriotic speech" I laughed off " but it's easier than you think, you just need to follow these simple rules..."

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I called Shae or Kay on my way home,

"Hello?" she answered,

"Hey"

"Oh my god, oh my god" she squealed to someone who squealed with her. Clearing her throat, she began "what's up? I was sort of expecting your call"

"Oh really?" well I was hoping we could hang out tonight?"

"Wow sure" she said her voice returning to a normal octave,

"So how's your place?"

"My place is great"

After giving me the directions and the time, I should come to ensure privacy I drove over; I had done this way too many times to know the routine. In about 2 hours, we were both naked, her head resting on my chest; and I had that feeling I mentioned at the outset. It went on like this until Wednesday well not ever with the same chick but same drill.

So Wednesday morning I woke up to a buzzing on my bedside table, it was my phone,

"Hello?" I asked

"Yeah umm... Mr Ryder?" the girl finally said after some ruffling of paper.

"That's me but please call me Dyl-", I couldn't continue because she cut me off

"Look I don't have time for this, I'm Brooklyn St. Pierre the photographer for Calvin Klein and I'm just calling to give you the details about Friday. So if you could grab a pen" damn this chick was a lil rude considering she wanted to take pictures of me.

"Got one"

"Okay its 360 W 28th St, New York. When you get there it shouldn't be too hard to spot it says 'L'oeil Rouge' in big fat writing"

"Right so that was-" again I couldn't continue because she cut me off.

"Look I told you to get a pen either you got it or you don't I'm not repeating myself." Then the line went dead.

I punched Chelsea's number into my phone immediately after to give her a piece of my mind, after 2 rings she answered "what good reason do you have for calling me other than to tell me that a girl has finally rejected your Don Juan a*s?"

"What the hell?" my sister was honestly random

"What do you want Dylan!"

"What kind of bitch did you set me up with?"

"Ha-ha I'm guessing you've talked to Brooklyn"

"You're damn right"

"Don't worry call me back when you actually meet her okay? But right now I have people to take pictures of"

"What do you mean call you when I meet her?" but she'd already hung up before answering my question. What the f#@k was with everyone hanging up on me today.

I DID NOT take rejection well.

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