Gossip Page #2

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Sex with a professor.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I take all

my teachers back to the loft.

That's funny. I heard a hotel.

Who told you this?

I promised.

You know Naomi?

- No, what's her name?

- Naomi Preston.

Transferred in last semester

from some place in Vermont.

So who's the stiff trying

to warm her up?

Beau Edson. Last guy on campus

who thinks she puts out.

Everybody knows she doesn't.

I don't get women who

are afraid of sex.

Maybe I was wrong about Goodwin.

This looks like jealousy to me.

The quickest way to get Derrick out of

my life would be to sleep with him.

That's not a "no. "

Why? What?

- Nothing.

- You all right?

You okay?

Martinis.

Hey, Travis.

What are you doing, hiding?

I'm not hiding,

I'm just thinking.

Are you drunk?

I'm just kind of having a little

dialogue with gravity.

Here we go. Yeah, okay.

I got you. I got you.

Take it easy.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

Keep your head down.

Parties.

- How you doing? You all right?

- Yeah.

Let me get you a cold rag.

You hang tight.

Come here.

You are so beautiful.

Come on, Naomi. It'll be great.

Stop.

Beau...

...I'm so drunk. Come on.

Oh, Beau.

Please stop.

Please.

Have you seen Marie?

She disappeared with Derrick Webb.

No way. Does she even know him?

She does now.

Is that sexual satisfaction I detect?

Hey, a gentleman would never....

Hey, I think we got our rumor.

I already heard tonight's big rumor.

- Oh, yeah. You and Goodwin.

- Ha-ha.

Who started that?

This is something else.

This girl at the party...

- ...Naomi something?

- Preston.

Yeah. Hey, whoa!

What do you know about her?

She's in my calc class.

Old money, expensive everything.

Does her math with a Mont Blanc pen.

She and Beau arrived in Daddy's limo.

You do hate the rich.

Well, I don't hate you.

- I buy you drinks.

- There you go.

I like rich people who are nice.

And Naomi Preston is a b*tch.

Yo, buddy!

Hey, Travis.

No exploring.

I saw her and her boyfriend

in the bedroom together.

I was in the bathroom.

I was just flossing and...

...they were in the room making out,

and she passes out and he splits.

So, how's this gossip?

We spread it around like they had sex

in the bedroom during the party.

You just said they didn't.

We have to make up the rumor,

or how will we know it's ours?

This is good. It's simple.

It's close to the truth.

It's got room to grow.

Hey, wait!

Hey, Trav?

Hold on one sec.

Screw my dad, anyway, you know?

What are they gonna say about him?

That he's a sane man?

Hey!

Give me a little help over here.

Just grab his feet. Push.

- You'll wake him up.

- Sh*t.

Dragging him on the subway

didn't wake him up.

Okay.

All right.

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