Cowboys and Angels

Chapter 3

He's gunna kiss me. He's really gunna kiss me. I thought over and over again as he started moving closer to me. Everything started to slow down, like my world was in slow motion. He was just inches away from my face when I closed my eyes and felt him kiss my....cheek. He kissed my cheek. It wasn't the place I was hoping for, but I'll take what I can get. I was definitely in knots after it, though. I smiled when he pulled away. 

"You're like a little sister to me. I don't want to see you get hurt by some jerk." Buuttt that was definitely not the response I was hoping for. 

"Thanks,"  I replied, "for watching out for me. By the way, sorry I got all pissy before."

"When?" he asked, putting the keys into the ignition and buckling up. I did the same and answered,

"In the hallway. Just being a girl, you know."

"I wouldn't because I'm not one," he laughed. I giggled to at how dumb that sounded.

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After Brett dropped me off at home, I decided to do the most dangerous and walk to Trevor's. I was giving in. I was being so stupid and giving in to him. Throughout the car ride home, I could only think of him and that stupid memory I dreamt about. As I walked to his home which was about an hour's walk, I plugged my earbuds in my ears and listened to a particular song that reminded me of him. "Springsteen" by Eric Church. This was definitely me caving in to him and nothing hurt more. 

I was just a few minutes from his home. And I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. The harder it pounded, the more it hurt. And the more it hurt, the more tears filled my eyes. Why was I doing this?

I walked up his driveway and before I even got any closer, his mother stopped me. Shit, I muttered.

"Emerson? Hello, sweetie. How've you been?" she asked concerningly.

I shrugged, "Fine."

"Why you here? This is very odd of you. What? It's been almost a year, hasn't it?" She always asked a lot of questions.

"Um, about ten months," I said shyfully, shoving my hands in my pockets. I began to feel really uncomfortable talking to his mother. I hadn't talk to his family since it happened. Or really before it did.

My eyes began to wander around their land of almost five acres. I spotted Trevor throwing a football back and forth to his father in the yard aside from their home. He had the brightest smile on this face. I could hear his loud laughter from down the driveway. He must be so happy without me. What was I getting myself into? I was possibly putting my life on the line.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Huntington." I said politely as I ran up their drive to Trevor.

His father caught me first, then Trevor. Mr. Huntington threw the football to Trevor once more, and nodded. Trevor nodded as well. I braced myself for the worse.

The sun was setting in the horizon. The reflection from the sun on the clouds made them look pink cotton candy, my favorite carnival treat. I began to walk up to Trevor when my pocket started vibrating. I pulled out my phone. Text Message: Brett. I shrugged it off and put it back in my pocket. I continued to Trevor, keeping his gaze the whole time. 

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I'm not saying this because I miss you, cause I don't. But you've been on my mind so much lately. And not just today. But months before. Trevor, every since I left this very spot, I haven't stopped thinking about you. Because I hated you. You ruined a perfectly beautiful relationship between a cowboy and an angel. You ruined us," I finished slowly, with a tear falling down my cheek. I began to walk down the yard, a little bit closer to the drive way.