Jacklyn

While driving your parent's Suburban SUV, a huge truck of a thing, to school, you see quiet demure Jacklyn walking to school. She's very cute but very timid. You've only heard her speak more than a sentence on a handful of occasions. She's locked up tighter than Fort Knox. Today, she's wearing a form-fitting sweater and hip-hugger jeans that show off her tiny waist and wider hips. Her long golden-yellow hair practically glows in the sunshine. As you approach, you watch her hips sway back and forth.

You slow down and roll down the passenger side window.

"Hello, Jacklyn. You wanna ride?" you say, grinning at her.

She blushes and looks down, then back up to your eyes. Hers are bright blue. She smiles a little and says, "Sure." You pop the locks and she opens the door and climbs up into the seat.

Once she buckles her seat belt and settles in, you drive off.

"So, how are you today?" you ask, trying to get her to talk.

"I'm fine."

"What do you have going on today?"

"Not much. A test in American History."

You find her reticence attractive. You really want to break through this girl's quiet exterior, get her to talk to you. Maybe she'll go to coffee with you after school. "Got anything going on after school?" you ask.

"Um, just studying." She still hasn't looked at you since you asked her for a ride.

"Would you like to go have some coffee or something after school? Ice cream maybe?" Give her options, but not too many.

You barely hear a small gasp escape from her mouth. You glance over and see that she's blushing. "Okay, coffee would be nice," she says in a nearly inaudible voice.

"Great! I'll meet you at your locker after 6th period." You pull into the school parking lot.

You park and walk Jacklyn into the school. You talk but she never says more than single word answers. She heads to her locker and you head to yours.