"Hey daddy good mornin'!" I said to my dad when I walked downstairs. "Hey Jessie!" I hugged him. Mama was already at work. I have long blond hair and light blue eyes. I was in my brown rimmed with dark blue cowgirl boots with my tan cowgirl hat and my camo top that said, The Color of My Truck is Mud! on it and my ripped up jeans. My names Jessica Pritt but my friends and my parents call me Jessie. I went outside to my big black Chevy with a 6in. lift and I hopped up in the drivers seat. Today was my first day at school in Tennessee. I am in 12th grade and I am 18. I just moved here because my mama got a new job. I can't wait to get there. When I got to school I pulled up beside a dark green rimmed with black, Ford F-250 with a 7in. lift. I started to walk into the school but I tripped, but before I hit the ground I felt strong arms catch me and a sexy southern voice say,"Watch your step darlin'." I looked up and saw a handsome boy with dirty blond hair and beautiful hazel eyes. He was wearin' a white T-shirt that said, Muddin', Huntin', and Fishin' is my style. He also had on jeans with cowboy boots. I could see his 6 pack through his shirt. I must've stared to long because he said," Mud get your tongue?" "Oh uh no, umm thanks for catchin' me, I'm Jessica, Jessica Pritt, call me Jessie." "No problem darlin', I'm Jason, Jason Williams. You're quite beautiful if I may say so myself." "Umm thanks...." I straitened myself up and I started to walk into the school. He cut in front of me. "Wait I'll walk with you!" He caught up with me in a few huge strides. He put his arm around my shoulder and we walked to the office. "Yes?" Said a nice lookin' lady who looks like she is in her mid thirties. "Umm hi I'm Jessica! I need my schedule." "Oh yes! Here it is!" She handed me my schedule and I walked out with Jason by my side. "It's lunch time right now so come with me!" I followed him to the cafeteria. I heard a few whistle's when I walked in but I ignored them. Jason and I walked over and got our lunch when I felt an arm wrap around my waist. "Well hello foxy." I heard a slow disgusting voice say. I looked to my side and I saw a tan face with brown eyes and black hair. "I'm Turner, and you are?" His breath smelled like whiskey. "Get off of me!" I said. "Why sweetheart?" "Jason!" I yelled before I knew what I was doing. Jason whipped around. When he saw Turner his face turned so red I thought he was gonna explode. He grabbed Turner and threw him to the ground. He got on the ground and started punching him in the face. I grabbed Jason around the waist and I pulled him up and off of Turner. I was almost in tears when I saw his lip and nose bleeding. A stray tear rolled it's way down my cheek. "Oh darlin' don't cry I'm okay!" A few more tears fell and he pulled me into him. I never cry. So why was I now? I didn't cry again after those few tears fell. But I stayed against Jason for a minute. When I looked up Jason looked down at me. "Come on. Follow me!" I followed him out to the bleachers. When we sat down I played around with my fries but I didn't eat any. "Aren't you hungry?" He asked. "Not really." He grabbed my tray and sat it down. He scooted closer to me. "Hey look at me." I looked at him. "What's wrong?" He asked me. "I didn't want you to get hurt!" "I'm not hurt I'm okay see?" I ran my hand along his cheek where there was a streak of blood. "Are you sure?" "Of course!" I stood up, and leaned on the rail at the top of the bleachers. But it didn't last long. The rail broke. I fell. Down, down, down........
