“Dammit,” Jack said. He was visibly upset as he stormed into my dorm room.
“Hey, dude, what’s got you so shaken?” I asked.
“I asked Barbara to the formal,” Jack said. “She’s such a fox, right? But do you know what she said?”
“Did she turn you down, buddy?”
“Oh yeah, she turned me down, all right,” Jack snarled. “She said I was trash. She called me an animal. She said my family had no money to speak of and that I was beneath her. She made me feel like a real piece of shit.”
“Don’t worry about her,” I said. “She thinks, just because her family comes from wealth, that she’s some sort of hot-shit debutante. But she’s just a snooty bitch and is not worth wasting your time and desire on. There are plenty of other fish in the sea.”
“Yeah, well, I suppose that forgetting about her would obviate the need for me to rent a tux for the formal,” Jack joked.
“Oh come on, buddy. You’ll find someone even finer to take to the dance in no time, Jack,” I said.
“That’s true, dude,” Jack said, a confident smile returning to his face. “They don’t call me Jack B. Nimble for nothing.”
Written for Paula Light’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are “trash,” “animal,” and “debutante.” Also for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (money), Your Daily Word Prompt (desired), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (obviate), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (nimble). Image credit: Pinterest.