<Insert Creative Title Here...> Pt. 2
Guys! Here is part two of Dylan and Reese's story! Remember, none of this is real. It was all just a dream I had one night. Enjoy!
Hi, My Name Is…
“Is it my breath? Hurry, someone grab me a mint.”
Dylan
“Bro, what the actual hell? You just ran into that chick and didn’t say anything,” my pal Antonio Delaveega said. Tony and I have been through thick and thin together; we are brothers from different mothers. But he is right, what the actual hell just happened?
One minute we are discussing the ins and outs of football for this year and the next I’m staring into the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. Who was this little fairy that ran into me?
I’m a big guy; have to be to be the best college linebacker in the state. I’m a big guy, 6’2” and weighing in at 300 pounds of pure muscle. I’ve been working on getting big since my freshman year of high school, so eight years later, I’m one huge dude. I’ve never had to watch where I was going because people would see me and just move over, but this little fairy, she didn’t.
“Dude, did you hear her call you the Great Wall of China? Classic.” Tony slapped my shoulder.
I did hear her call me that, but I couldn’t think. I couldn’t move. All I could do was stare into her beautiful green eyes. Eyes so green they remind me of the artificial greens they place on the football field. Then there were little flecks on brilliant gold that reminded me of my favorite liquor, Crown Royal. Her eyes were breathtaking.
“Dylan, seriously. What the hell happened?” Tony is staring at me in disbelief because I am usually great at talking to girls. I can make them swoon with just a smirk. I have girls throwing themselves at me left and right, and I can handle them just fine.
When this girl ran into me, I was ready with a couple witty comments. But with just one look, she wiped my memory clean. I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t look anywhere else; she had me under her spell. “Do you know who that was, man?” I need to know.
Tony shakes his head, “Nah bro, she’s probably some new freshman. But she did have a mouth on her, so maybe a transfer?” And what a mouth she had. “All well, lets get to class before the crazy old broad counts us late.”
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Classes ran way too long today, it was like the teachers were sucking the happiness right out of me. Taking five honors classes, and two AP classes may not have been the best idea for my senior year. However, now it is time for practice so I can decompress.
I live for the game of football. The feel of the turf under my cleats, the roar of the crowd on a Friday night, the excitement in the locker room when we win, and the feeling of belonging that comes with the game.
I’m in the training room before practice getting my ankles and wrists wrapped when I see her. The little fairy that ran into me this morning is here. She is wrapping up Jones, our running back. He is deep in conversation with her, trying like hell to impress her; which I understand. How couldn’t I?
This girl is gorgeous in an understated way. There is nothing about her outer appearance that screams “ATTRACTION”, clothes so baggy she looks like she’s drowning, Chucks, and messy hair. But the way she carries herself, those eyes of her, that small smirk she gives when Jones says something humorous; one word, beautiful. I want to talk to her.
I want to see if I can make her ramble on about trivial things like she did this morning when she ran into me. I want to see what it takes to get her brilliant green eyes to twinkle. I want to learn what her name is, where she comes from, what her favorite food is, and if I can take her out.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I see one of the other trainers trying to get my attention, so I drop down to “tie” on of my cleats. It doesn’t need to be tied, but I really want to talk to my little fairy, so I let Tony go ahead of me.
When I popped back up, Tony has this smirk on his face that I want to punch off. But he has the right to be amused; I’ve never let anyone cut me before.
So why now?
“Next,” the little fairy doesn’t even look behind her. She just hollers for the next person and waits. Someone goes to head over, one of the lower classmen, until I catch his eye. Apparently the look on my face is scary enough that he backs off.
Good.
I swagger on over to the little fairy’s station and plop myself on the table. “Hi, I’m Dylan. You are new.” I’m confident, but not overly confident. I’ve got this down.
The fairy looks up at me and freezes. Literally. Her hand is halfway through her hair, since she was pushing it out of her face. Her mouth is open in what I assumed would have been a greeting. But instead of a greeting, she shakes her head, nudges the gal next to her silently begging her with her eyes, and they switch tables.
What the actual fuck?
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age 22. 4.1.2018
