Guy on the Right

Strike One: My mother named me Theodore after her favorite chipmunk. Not cool, Mom. I've spent most of my life answering to Teddy because I couldn't make Theo work. Except for here. College. The place where all bets are off, and I've managed to redeem myself. There's only one problem, my new roommate, Troy, is football royalty and looks like he stepped off the set of an Abercrombie shoot. Doesn't matter, I cook a mean breakfast for his panty parade, and we get along well. And anyway, this year I got the girl. And she's perfect. That's right. Theodore Houseman, former band geek, now marching-band rock star has finally landed the girl of his dreams. Everything is perfect. That is, until Troy takes a good look at her. I'm not going down without a fight. As a matter of fact, I'm not going down at all. As glorious as these days may be for my all-star roommate, Laney is my end game. I may not know much about play strategy, but I've been the good guy my whole life. I've been listening, and I know exactly what women want. Framed in a picture standing next to me, Troy may seem like Mr. Perfect, but he's underestimating the guy on the right.