Eric wanted a prom date. He was about to leave Columbine High School for ever and was not about to be left out of the prime social event of his life.
Dates were not generally a problem. Eric Harris was a brain, but a cool brain. He smoked, he drank, he dated. He got invited to parties. He got high. He worked his look hard: military chic hair - short and spiked with plenty of product - black shirts and baggy cargo pants. He blasted hardcore German industrial rock from his Honda. He broke the rules, tagged himself with the nickname Reb, but did his homework and earned himself As.
His best friend, Dylan, had a date. How crazy was that? Dylan Klebold was meek, self-conscious, shy. He could barely speak in front of a stranger, especially a girl. Dylan's friends said he had never been on a date; he may never even have asked a girl out - including the one he was taking to the prom.
Dylan Klebold was a brain, too, but not quite so cool. Certainly not in his own estimation. He tried so hard to emulate Eric - on some of their videos, he puffed up and acted like a tough guy, then glanced over at Eric for approval. Dylan was taller and even smarter than Eric, but less handsome.
Yet it was Dylan who'd scored the prom date, with Robyn Anderson, a sweet, brainy, Christian girl. Dylan was into school stuff. Eric, too. They attended the football games, dances and variety shows. Dylan was a heavy drinker and proud of it.
