AgentDrex
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This was going to be his last chance to make a first impression. Dylan had spent all morning prepping himself. He combed his hair into a new style, splashed himself with just enough of the expensive, new cologne he bought yesterday for just this occasion and had been practicing the lines that would make her fall madly in love with him. Jenny knew that Dylan was crushing on her badly and truth-be-told, she found herself quite attracted to him as well. It was hard not to find a certain appeal with the smartest kid in school regardless whether his face was like a cheap, frozen sausage pizza you can buy at some sleazy, off-the-beaten-path gas station. He would grow out of it as most men do and would surely grow to be a handsome young man like the ones in all of her Glamour magazines she kept in pristine but well-read condition under her bed at home. Even though his parents were loaded with cash like a shark has teeth, his brains would likely land him a well-paid and respected career. Jenny liked everything about Dylan except his seemingly unwillingness to strike up a conversation with her. The bell rang for first hour class. Jenny had been waiting at the locker for Dylan to pass her by on his way to Science class as usual but she would be late for English and so, with a sunken heart, she grabbed her books and closed the locker door behind her as she hurried to class. Fifteen minutes late, Dylan rushed into Science class which had already split into lab groups. He'd have to be the fifth member with the dumb jocks who were always goofing around, never learning but somehow still managed to pass classes. He looked over at the group he should have been in had it not been for the house alarm failing once again. They paid no attention to his woeful glare as they were fixated on the eruptive reaction between the cola and breath-mint combination they chose to study. Meanwhile, Dylan was stuck explaining, once again, what an Erlenmeyer flask is useful for. It was lunchtime and Dylan hurried as quick as he could without getting in trouble with the aging and ill-tempered hall monitors. Dylan briskly navigated the hallways and students that stood between him and reciting the romantic mantra that would undoubtedly win him the heart of the flaxen-haired, dainty-footed Jenny. He walked into the increasingly noisy cafeteria and noticed that the table Jenny and her friends always sat at was clearly devoid of said Jenny. They giggled something about a handsome man picking her up for lunch and so Dylan, with a stomach no longer aching for food, decided to go back to his locker to wait for Jenny's return to school. Jenny had her brother drive her to the bookstore even though she was scared of her brother's inability to drive well. If Dylan wouldn't talk to her of his own accord, Jenny was going to get him to talk to her one way or the other. Ten minutes of walking up and down the aisles, she finally settled on buying him a copy of Stephen Hawking's "The Universe in a Nutshell". She was sure he would find something about this book to talk about even though it seemed to her to be a cure for insomnia. The thudded sound that sent shivers down Dylan's spine as he had closed his locker door, ready to give up on Jenny returning to school before he had to be in gym class, made him race to the entrance. Smoke was drifting across the lawn like a fog hiding ghost lepers looking for gold. His heart shriveled up as he saw the car plunged into a telephone pole and the flaxen-hair of Jenny making a half-hearted exit out through the windshield. As he floated quickly to the car, Dylan could hear the sirens in the distance that were meant to take away his last chance to make a first impression. He attempted to open the passenger door which had its windows busted out but it was crumpled shut. With a dying whistle-muttered voice, Jenny pushed the book towards him across her bloody, glass-filled lap, "This is for you my love." Before the ambulance arrived, Dylan was able to tell her what he had been practicing for the whole day, "Words alone cannot express my attraction to you. I may not be a strong man or a handsome man but my love will be true. Will you give me a chance and be mine?" As she took her last breath and with a tear falling down, Jenny sputtered, "Yes!" With tears in his eyes, Dylan leaned in and kissed her on the shoulder. This lone kiss had been his last chance to make a first impression. |
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