Her Redneck Romeo

Chapter 2~

  Ugh, I say to myself as I sit down on a bale of hay. I go to fix my hair for the fifteenth time but just stop because it's way too hot to move. Oh, that's what I forgot about summer. Heat. I've been working for four hours straight going through the storage room and cleaning it.

  So far I've made a dent in the gigantic room. I go to stand since I might as well get back to sweating even with shorts and my hair up as far as it can go on my head. I'm about to walk into the storage room when my I hear my dad call my name. I step back out and there is my dad standing there with a stranger. A very cut- Stop! No boys!

  "Hey dad. Who's this?" I ask him. "Oh, this is Boone Wilder." My dad answers with a gesture towards Boone. I look at Boone and to point it blankly he is really, really handsome. He had the prettiest blue eyes and really dark brown hair.

  He stood probably at about 6'1 and of course had his boots and hat like every cowboy. Well..this is great.  At least he'll leave soon. He must be a friend of dad's. "Well, why is he here?" I ask blankly staring straight through Boone.

  I can tell Boone finds it amusing but my dad is embarrassed. "Charlotte!" my dad snaps. "Yes sir?" I ask looking as innocent as possible. "Boone will be working here with you. He's our new hand." My dad says looking at me.

  I'm shocked to say the least. "Our new hand?! Since when have we been looking for a new hand??" I ask looking at my father as if he was crazy. "Well, I guess we aren't looking for one anymore." My dad answers with that usual sparkle in his hazel eyes that I take after.

  "So, show him around." my dad says as he leaves the barn. I watch my dad leave anger slowly building inside me (something else I take after my father). Then I realize Boone is still standing in front of me. Well, might as well get this over with.

  "Well, Boone you heard him. Follow me." I order as I turn around and start walking. I look back to see him smirk and start following.  I turn towards the arena we train the horses in and begin a long battle of protecting myself. 

  "Well, Boone this is where we train the horses and over there," I say as I point towards a huge arena "is where we work the bulls."  "Bulls?" He asks. Oh no. That accent. Lord give me the strength.

  "Yeah, the bulls. Do you have a problem with that?" I ask to cover my whole swooning moment. "Heck no. I use to ride bulls." he answers with the cockiness you find in every young cowboy. 

  "Oh, really?  My dad used to too." I say as I study him. "Yupp." He answers simply.  "Yeah, well follow me." I say and turn sharply around heading anywhere just so I can get away from him for a second.