This is gonna be so short, but that moment between Reade and Zapata killed me. Had to write about it lol.
His Type
Through all his life Edgar Reade had always had a type of girl he liked.
In elementary school, he had his first ever crush on Shelly Silverstein who sat in front of him in his first grade class. She used to tap her pencils against the back of her chair when she was bored, and always called him Eddy. Of course, everyone called him Eddie, so it wasn't that special of a thing. It sounded special though when she said it. Every little thing she asked for, like if he could, 'Pretty please pick up her Barbie pencil pouch' was followed by an adorable little way of saying Eddie. Six years old and he was already in love. He used to push her on the swing at recess, every day, and at the end of recess she would thank him with a hug and it was all worth it.
He moved on from Shelly, and instead found himself in the seventh grade with his very first girlfriend. Bryanna Hicks. What a girl. 4 foot 5 and feisty as a puma. Reade had been invited to sit at the super cool eighth graders table, since he played football and was 'all that' and there she was. Her dark curly hair and bright smile had won him over from the first second. On Tuesday, she said she's kiss him is he gave her his tater tots. His first kiss was something to remember. Under the bleachers and everything. This went on for a few weeks, with Bryana asking for more of his lunch, or his homework answers, or even straight up cash. To be able to hold her hand for a piece of pizza. Make out with her for two whole minutes of he gave her the answer to the history homework. Then, on November 12, she said for twenty bucks she'd be his girlfriend. It was the best cash he ever spent.
They broke up three weeks later, and Edgar found himself very lonely for the next few years. His junior year of high school, Alexis Tiller, who was a cheerleader, said they just had to go to prom together, because he was a foootball player. So she told him in about three minutes what color corsage she needed to match her dress, which was purple, where to get the tie to match, and to give her 50 bucks so she could pay for their part of the limo some of the cheerleaders were renting. It was a fun night, full of Alex telling him when they would dance, drink punch that may or may not have been spiked with a little something, and when to sit with her purse and shoes so she could go to the bathroom with all her cheer friends. At the ended of the night, he felt her up in the dark and deep hallways of the hotel prom was held in, but he wasn't allowed to go any further because she was a good Christian girl who said she wasn't going to lose her virginity until she was married. She also did not attend graduation because she was busy delivering her first child.
By college, Edgar had realized he fell for the girls who bossed him around. The controlling bitches who told him what to do, what to say, and had very strict instructions on what kind of condoms to buy. That was why he never thought he would fall for Zapata. She was different. She was funny and sarcastic and rude, but she wasn't like the other girls he had liked. She let him be him, he could make mistakes, and she would back him up. He could make decisicions for once in his life, and not be judged. He could be human, and not a robot controllled by a pretty girl.
He had found a new type of girl.