The final bell rang at 3:40. Les escaped Latin
earlier, fleeing to French class, but Dick was trapped on a different pathway: he
was headed for Calculus. The day wore on like this. He knew her schedule, and
how their paths only crossed for lunch and Latin. She practically lived in the
language hall, except for her intense biology course. He wore on through an
ordinary day, English, Physics, Latin, Calculus, and Gym, all before running
off to some sort of athletics practice. His days never changed, whereas she
stockpiled up on everything so that her last year could be spent in tolerable stress.
Around 4:30, Dick emerged from the school to find his
shiny little Mazda. Les’s Ford Fairmont had left the grounds as she normally took off
the second she was released from school. He climbed into his car, after
unlocking his door by remote, to sit almost comfortably inside with his legs
stretched as far as was possible in the car. Maneuvering out the parking lot Dick
left the campus too.
A few minutes after he entered the world of moving
cars, he noticed Les’s iPod was still plugged into his radio. He sighed in
exasperation at her usual forgetfulness, but he pressed play to relieve his
frustration. Immediately he was greeted by a loud beat and shouting. “What the-“
was all he could manage to say before the lyrics covered his words.
“Stomp, stomp, I’ve
arrived. Drop the beat, nasty face, why you looking at me?”**
Dick was confused. How was this what Les was
listening to? Why was she listening to it so loudly? What did she just say?
“You think I
can’t get hurt like you, you motherfucker. I can do it like a brother, do it
like a dude. Grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you.”**
This kind of
music went on, scaring the mild-mannered Dick of his lifelong friend’s taste in
music. He quickly pressed the next button on his radio. He was slightly
comforted by the familiar sound of a beat from some kind of Hip Hop. This was
what he was used to when it came to Les. She usually could sing along to any
rap, it was just a bit weird when she would in his car. This song seemed
friendly.
“I’m captivated,
mesmerized by your eyes. I saw you glance at me and look kind of shy. I think you’re
sexy and you got a nice swagger.”***
That seemed
more like Les. Something fast paced, but listener friendly. He let it play for
a while. Before long he was singing along to the repetitive chorus:
“Hey sexy baby
want to make you mine
If it’s not for
forever than at least tonight
I’m a sucker for
your energy come over to my house
And feel my love
machine”***
That was, until he wondered
about the singer. Was that a girl’s voice? What was he listening to? He quickly
turned it off as he pulled into his driveway.
Dick climbed out of his car and unfolded himself next
to the open door. He gathered his things and decided at the last minute to take
Les’s iPod in with him. What types of things could he find out about her from
this one little window to her life?
*I do not own any of these songs! These are merely songs that I know and thought would fit Leslie's character well.
**"Do It Like a Dude" by Jessie J
***"Love Machine" by God-Des and She
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