Meet Kevin Martin

Hi, my name is Cal.

JEREMY: I can't hear myself think!

I'm spending quality time with Jeremy.

We were trying out a new bar that just opened downtown. The music is loud. The guys are skanky. The drinks are too strong.

My kinda place.

ME: Live a little, you prude!
JEREMY: We should be studying our scene, shouldn't we?
ME: You want to run lines on a Saturday night?
JEREMY: Cal, I want to do well at A.C.T.F.
ME: So do I, but if you think I'm going to spend a free week in a hotel surrounded by hot college boys rehearsing a scene from Death of a Salesman, you're crazy.
JEREMY: I knew I should have asked Hank.
ME: He's already working with someone.
JEREMY: Who?
ME: Carter.
JEREMY: Carter? They'll kill each other!
ME: Sometimes anger breeds chemistry. That's why I like my sex rough.

Before Jeremy could continue whining, I waltzed over to the bar. It only took a few seconds before I noticed the boy standing next to me.

ME: Hey.
BOY: Hey.
ME: Having trouble getting the bartender's attention?
BOY: No, it's just a little crowded in here and this was the spot I landed at.
ME: Lucky you.
BOY: Why lucky?
ME: Because you landed right next to me.

He smiled, but he seemed a little disinterested. Then Jeremy walked over to us.

JEREMY: Some guy just asked if I would clean his house in my underwear.
ME: I think I might have dated him last year.
BOY: Hi.
JEREMY: Um...hi.

Random Guy was smiling now. Wait a second--was he smiling at Jeremy?

BOY: Are you guys from around here?
ME: Yeah, we go to Ocean State.
BOY: Cool. I go to RIC.
ME: Poor you.
JEREMY: Cal!
BOY: It's okay. I don't mind. What's your name?
JEREMY: I'm Jeremy. This is Cal.
BOY: I'm Kevin Martin.

He shook Jeremy's hand, and left it there to linger for a second. This boy was already ticking me off. Who hits on Jeremy when I'm standing right there?

Luckily, Jeremy was totally oblivious.

JEREMY: We'd love to stay and chat, but we have to get going. Unless you want to stay Cal?
ME: No, I'm cool.

No way was I going to watch Jeremy get lucky with this tool.

ME: Besides, we have to practice for A.C.T.F.
KEVIN: You guys are going to A.C.T.F.? So am I.
JEREMY: I guess we'll see you there then.
KEVIN: You bet you will.

I grabbed Jeremy and we headed for the door.

Note to self: If I see Bad Taste Boy at A.C.T.F., sneer and walk the other way.