Lost & Wild

Chapter one

(Kyleigh's POV) 

"Shake it for the young bucks sittin' in the honky-tonk, for the rednecks waitin' for the break of dawn, for the DJ spinnin' that country song, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon! Shake it for the birds, shake it for the bees,shake it for the catfish swimmin' down deep in the creek, shake it for the crickets and the critters and the squirrels, shake it for the moon, shake it for me girl." My hips were shaking, alright, around the bonfire where the music was blaring. "Country girl, shake it for me, girl, shake it for me, girl, shake it for me." My plaid button-up was tied up, revealing my belly button piercing and my tan showing. My short shorts and flip-flops decreed that I was here for the night. When the song ended, I sat in the bed of my friend, Grey's truck. 

Some guy walks up to me (clearly intoxicated) and says, "Hey, baby."

I look him straight in the face, envisioning how I must look to this guy. Fair features, blue eyes, dirty blonde hair. Sexy all the way. "Excuse me? You're intoxicated. You don't know what you're saying, or who you're saying it to."

He just looks at me, hand reaching for my bare leg. "The only thing I'm intoxicated by, honey, is you." He leans in for a drunken kiss, and I jump up and out of the way, seeing Grey across the fire, dancing, deciding quickly that I want to dance too. 

Grey eyes me carefully. "Who was that?"

"I don't know. Some dude drunk off his ass."

"Do I need to beat the shit out of him?"

"No, all he did was touch my leg, nothing much." He slides his arm around me, protective. I feel his hand on my skin and I wrap my right arm around him. I'm not sure if that's him showing that he likes me or not, but either way, I'm okay with it. My sixteen-year-old self has been liking him since the freshman year of high school. Currently, we're on summer break from West Coast. 

I think of something, like a light bulb going off in my country-girl (as well as a country girl in Calif. can be, anyways) head. "Hey," I say, poking him, "Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair, Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't Fuzzy Wuzzy??"

He laughs, and turns to look at me. He rubs his hand along his neck, nervous. "Can you take a walk with me along the beach? I want to talk to you."

"Okay," (I smirk here) , "but you have to give me a piggy-back ride."

He leans down, ready to catch me. I run back a little bit, preparing to be in his arms. I run up and jump, wrapping my legs around his ripped body, him catching me with ease. He spins me in a quick circle, and I squeal, wrapping my arms around his neck so that I don't fall. Grey then takes me and runs to the beach, with people whistling after us. I blush and am thankful for the cover of darkness.

We reach the beach, and he sets me down carefully. I slip off with difficulty (as I'm super short, only 5'1") and end up falling, pulling him down with me, all 250 lbs. of muscle, right on me. I moaned in pain, and he rolled off of me quickly, leaning over me to see if I was okay. I noticed just how close his face was to mine, approx. like 2-3 inches away. My eyes went wide. He was so close.