Brent called his bandana a drug helmet.

I never knew why. He didn't do drugs he played tennis. Brent was number one on the team. He would be the first one to tell you that being number one didn't mean much at Porter High school since there were only five people on the tennis team. Three of those members had never played tennis before.

What distiguished Brent from the rest of the sophmore class was his ability to grow a full goatee. It was red too which was really funny since his shaggy hair was brown. I'd promised him a date with Sarah Steenhouse if he bought me a six pack. I didn't even know the foxy mathlete but I knew Brent would never try to buy beer so I figured we were both safe.