Love By Design Excerpt – Dean Hodel

​Love By Design

​She opened the door and went to sit next to the gangly boy outside. He was thin and had thick glasses. She knew him. Everyone knew him. He was Matthew Harris, boy genius, and a walking treasure trove of information. He was the reason the teachers threw away the curve. In some cases, he was the standard no child could reach. He wasn’t just smart. Matthew Harris was scary smart.

She sat next to him and after five minutes passed curiosity got the best of her.

“Why are you here? Everyone must be offering you a free ride as smart as you are,” Rachel said.

He straightened up and looked her up and down.

“I took the test for the Ivy colleges and failed. I’m here to see if I can get a scholarship to a regular school,” he boasted.

“A regular school and do what?”

Then the skinny boy cleared his throat. The solemn expression brightened, and Rachel saw he had one dimple amongst his acne.

“I want to work on engines.”

“Are you serious? You want to be a grease monkey?”

The boy’s face darkened. “It’s better than wanting to draw pictures of things that were already built!”

Rachel stopped laughing. “I want to be an architect, grease boy. Besides, you can’t be a grease monkey. You’re too smart. But me? One day I’ll be an architect.” She said matter of factly.

Matthew smiled. “You can be whatever you plan for. All you need is a design.”

Rachel cocked her head to the side and looked at him. “You didn’t fail those tests did you?”

Matthew’s smile grew, and he leaned closer to her. “Remember whatever you make a design for, is what you will do.” 

She opened the door and went to sit next to the gangly boy outside. He was thin and had thick glasses. She knew him. Everyone knew him. He was Matthew Harris, boy genius, and a walking treasure trove of information. He was the reason the teachers threw away the curve. In some cases, he was the standard no child could reach. He wasn’t just smart. Matthew Harris was scary smart.

She sat next to him and after five minutes passed curiosity got the best of her.

“Why are you here? Everyone must be offering you a free ride as smart as you are,” Rachel said.

He straightened up and looked her up and down.

“I took the test for the Ivy colleges and failed. I’m here to see if I can get a scholarship to a regular school,” he boasted.

“A regular school and do what?”

Then the skinny boy cleared his throat. The solemn expression brightened, and Rachel saw he had one dimple amongst his acne.

“I want to work on engines.”

“Are you serious? You want to be a grease monkey?”

The boy’s face darkened. “It’s better than wanting to draw pictures of things that were already built!”

Rachel stopped laughing. “I want to be an architect, grease boy. Besides, you can’t be a grease monkey. You’re too smart. But me? One day I’ll be an architect.” She said matter of factly.

Matthew smiled. “You can be whatever you plan for. All you need is a design.”

Rachel cocked her head to the side and looked at him. “You didn’t fail those tests did you?”

Matthew’s smile grew, and he leaned closer to her. “Remember whatever you make a design for, is what you will do.” 

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