"Dammit!"
Kurt was mad. Outraged. Upset. Pissed off. Overall not in a good mood. Being a senior in high school wasn't easy. Well, it was, but not when you saved your nine page term paper to do the night before it's due date. He had forgotten all about it. He swept his brown bangs out of his tired equally brown eyes. He had been told before that his eyes were somewhat girlish, which he had no problem with since it helped him get women. They liked that, for some reason.
He was sitting in his English class just watching the clock, each tick of the second hand a signal that liberation was nearing, that the agony would soon end. Until he would get home to do his report. He glanced over at the door and saw something he knew he would see.
Kelly. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous or anything, but she just had this aura about her that made him want to fuck the shit out of her. She had such a cute, innocent face, which oddly enough contained two dark, almost seductive blue eyes. He could look into them for a split second and forget where he was. She never wore any feminine clothes (today she was wearing a black Pantera shirt with relatively tight blue jeans, similar to his gray Slayer shirt and black jeans) but he could somehow foresee a lovely body underneath them.
She wasn't fat at all, so her body certainly couldn't be bad. Her long beautiful auburn hair looked as if it were cascading like a waterfall down her shoulders. Her fairly white skin looked pure as silk on riverbed and just as never-ending. She was so pure, so nubile, so perfect. If he remembered correctly, she had just turned eighteen last week, which made things totally risk free. Just then, everyone got up and started leaving.
'What the hell?' Kurt thought. He thought about this a bit. 'Oh, the bell rang.' He got up and headed out, but on his way to his car he felt a soft, smooth hand on his arm, and heard a gentle voice calling his name. It was - you guessed it - Bill Clinton.
"Hey Kelly," Kurt stammered, somewhat aghast.
"Um," she seemed deep in thought. She was that perfect height where she could rest her head on Kurt's shoulder without even straining. He smelled her and his head began to swim. "You wouldn't be able to give me a ride home, would you?" she asked.
"My car broke down this morning, and I walked here. It would help me out tremendously." Without a second thought, Kurt asked her where she lived. "I live up on 46 and 2," she answered.
"Cool," Kurt said, "I live in that area. It's not a problem." Kurt felt extremely lucky. Here he was with this girl he wanted; after only talking to her about three times she asks for a ride, which implies trust. And he could swear that she was checking him out as they were talking.
"Thanks a lot," she told him. They headed to his car were Kurt opened the door for her, not sure how to act but assuming that chivalry always helped, and then opened his door and climbed to the driver's seat. He turned on the car and Tool blared into the student parking lot. They took off. An active conversation took place in the car, ranging from music to hobbies to ex-signifigant others. Finally Kelly blurted something out as they neared their destination. "Kurt?" she began shyly. "What's up?" he acknowledged. "You know, you're different from most guys. You and I kind of have a mental compatibility that's hard to find elsewhere."
