The Perfect Match

Something New.

Dylan.

"Thanks Mrs. Perez. I'll see you Monday!" I shouted behind me as I left the the classroom. I'm always the last one to leave class on Fridays. It's good because I get my extra credit work ,but bad because the "cool crew" of boys in my school always try talking to me. As I walked out of the school building, they were hanging out right on the corner. I usually pay it no attention, but today that was too hard to do.

"Aye shawty, when you gon' let me tap that?" Said the curly haired Hispanic boy. All his friends began laughing. I just walked faster. I maybe a smarty pants, but I looked like a Victoria's Secret Angel with curves.

"Chill Jacob, that's no way to talk to a lady." said the shortest boy with 2 braids. He ran to catch up with me.

"Hey, sorry about my friends. They don't mean it, they're playing." he said to me with a smile. "Mhm, okay" I replied in a flat tone.

"So, what's your name, sweetie?"

I stopped walking, and turned on my heel to face him. He was a GIANT compared to me. "Dylan. Dylan Martinez. And you?"

"Rayon Smith. Nice to finally meet you, Dylan. " he shook my hand firmly and smiled. "Did anyone tell you that you have gorgeous brown eyes?"

I began to blush and smile. No one has ever really said that to me, ever. "you're the first one. Thank you! "

"You're welcome cute stuff. Hey, do you want to go out to lunch tomorrow or something? My treat."

"um......sure. How about we go at around 3:00pm ?"

"Sure. Heres my number. Call me at around 2:40pm. See you tomorrow Dylan." Rayon gave me a wink and ran back to his boys.

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When I walked through the door of my apartment, I greeted my parents, and ran to my room. I shut the door and jumped onto my bed. Into my pillow, I screamed "AHHH! HE CALLED ME CUTE!RAYON FUCKING SMITH CALLED ME CUTE!" When I regained my sanity and dignity, I got up and went in the shower.

When I stepped out of the shower, I began picking out the outfit to wear for Rayon tomorrow. He may not know it, but I've liked him since freshman year. This is the first time since ninth grade that he has ever asked to go out to lunch with me.

(Dylan's Date Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=50634201 )

When I finished picking out my "date" outfit, I put on my pajamas and tied my hair up in a bun.

"DYLAN, DINNER's READY!" my younger sister Dakota called from the dining room. We're twins , but I'm older by 7 minutes.😜

"DON'T RUSH ME. I'LL COME THERE SOON!" I yelled as I rolled my eyes.

I sat on my bed and called my best friend Nyla to tell her the news.

"AHH! You know what that means Dylan?" she said excitedly

"no..." I said confused as ever.

"It means, he wants "T.D.P""

" Okay first of all, he doesn't want T.D.P. Second, will you calm your ovaries? I should be excited. He asked ME. Not Nyla Amelia Lopez. Get it straight" I snapped.

" Don't get ghetto Dylan Isis Martinez, because you will get your shit rocked." she snapped back playfully

" Oh yeah? Says who?"

"ME!"

"DYLAN IF YOU AREN'T OUT HERE IN THE NEXT 4 SECONDS, I'LL DRAG YOU BY THOSE PRETTY LITTLE CURLS ON YOUR HEAD!" yells my mother from the kitchen.