Sam snorted right back at her. "Maybe, but everyone's afraid of rejection. Everyone's afraid of what other people think of them. The more popular you are, the worse it is." More eyes on you. He wasn't really into the limelight. He just happened to be good at sports and it was fun.
"So I guess, yeah. Girls are intimidating." Alcohol was making him philosophical and talkative. It was good for him really. He was getting some stuff off his chest, that he usually kept pretty close. But under the whole jock exterior, Sam was a regular guy with regular fears, and regular problems.
He gave her a small smile, "Nah, I think I already used my trump card."