Cowboys and Angels

Chapter 16

THUMP. THUMP.

Why was I always falling? Really? My first thought was I got hit by a car for carelessness while jogging on a skidless road. Wasn't the asshole smart enough to move over? No cars drove on this road! Until I heard groaning, my thought changed. A biker? A blind person walking their dog? I slowly opened my eyes. The sun was beaming into them so I squinted. I muttered, "What in hell?"

I could feel the road burns on my legs and did they burn! I sat up and ran my hand over my brushed up legs. It stung so badly. "EH!" I gasped as I rubbed my leg softly. I shot the person in front me a stern and painful glare. "What the hell is your problem, asshole?! Couldn't you goddamn move over, for God's sake!" I screamed.

They chuckled and leaned on their elbows and gazed at me. A familiar face. "Sorry, babe. Got distracted by your lovely body." A familiar voice. HE licked his bottom lip and smirked at me.

I furrowed my eyes at him, "Bite me, bastard." The wounds continued to sting, more and more painful then longer I waited to treat them.

"Oh, sassy. I like it," he uttered.

Without hesitation, I raised my voice, "I am going to kill you!" I hissed at the pain in my leg.

With a quick glance at him, he leaned forward, closer to me. He didn't have many scraps on his legs. How was that even possible? "Can't you take it like a man, little girl?" He examined his own burns and brushes.

"Hm, I don't know. I can't because I'M A GIRL," I yelled, mainly because my legs hurt so much and I needed to scream, but purely because I hated this imbecile.

"So... I know plenty of women who are slightly fitter than guys. Honey, work on your comebacks. Tsk."

I had it. I jumped up off the ground and start walking away. Pain shot up my leg. Blood also ran down my leg. I hissed again. I heard shuffling behind me. I tried to run, but I ended up looking like a kangaroo hopping around with a bent, broken leg.

"So you're just gunna run home with a limping, bloody leg, huh?" he retorted.

I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around facing him. We were about ten to fifteen feet apart. "First off, buddy," emphasis on the buddy, "you should really fucking watch where you're going! You could've killed me! I could've gotten run over, for Pete's sake!"

He looked up and down the road, "There are no cars."

I shuttered at his words, but continued. "Whatever! Second, who do you think you are to call me 'babe' or 'honey' or 'little girl' and then compliment me on my 'lovely' body?!" He just stood there taking in my rant. I was beyond pissed at this jock, and if I was any closer, I could've rung his neck. "I am NOT skinny and I do NOT have a lovely body. Third, I don't even know you. So why even make conversation? And fourth," I wasn't done, but I hoped to God I would stop talking after this, “you didn't even apologize, jerk! What is wrong with you?!" I stood there for a minute or two trying to catch my breath after screaming my lungs out.

He smirked at me and then shook his head. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Well...," he hesitated trying to stop himself from calling me some name. I could tell.

"Emerson," I said slowly, filling the rest of his sentence.

"Weirdo," he corrected. Okay then. "Well weirdo. I'm Austin...if you're even interested," he muttered.

I laughed way too obnoxiously. "OH MY GOD. I knew you looked familiar. Well, geez. Austin, I'm pretty sure your girlfriend would LOVE to hear this story."

His eyes grew wide. He moved so quickly to me and put a finger on my lips so I wouldn't talk. Okaaayyyy. "I swear if you even mentioned what happened to her, I will make you regret every second of your life." His words struck me. The bitterness and rage in his voice also scared me a little. What was he even capable of?