Cowboys and Mustangs

Mysterious- Chayni

I looked at my outfit in the mirror: my dark blue Cowgirl Tuff boot cut jeans, my old NFR gray tee shirt tucked in, and one of my square mounted shooting buckles, my mascara on, and my hair left down straight. I grabbed my back pack from the foot of my bed and headed on downstairs, ready to take on this dreaded Monday.

As I reach the bottom of the steps I hear a scream, "I don't want to go to school!" I knew it was Mikey having another episode, but it didn't mean I wasn't worried about him.

I saw him crying in the chair of the dining room table with my mother standing in front of him, "It's only the third day of school, why don't you want to go sweetie?" She asks softly.

I stand beside him and he looks up at me with sobbing eyes, "Ryan is mean!"

My mother and I look at each other, scrunching our eyebrows in confusion. "Who is Ryan, Mikey?" I ask as I decide to kneel in front of him.

"The really tall boy at my school, he doesn't like me very much." He starts to calm down once I grab his hands.

"Why doesn't he like you?" My mother says before me.

"Because I talk to Jenny and she laughs at my funny faces." He says and I bit my lip to hide my smile, sounds like someone has a crush on my brother.

"Can you show me one that you show her?" I ask him, hoping he will stop crying and lighten up and relax. He drops his hands from mine and reaches inside his mouth and uses each pointer finger and thumb to pull apart his cheeks and stick out his tongue, as he rolls his eyes back into his head.

My mom and I both chuckle on how quickly he relaxes, "How about sissy takes you to school, and if you're still not feeling up to it, you call have Mrs. Weaver call me and I'll come get you." My mom says and then helps him stand up and he nods his head yes.

I wonder if this Ryan kid is as bad as Mikey makes him, or if he's just as innocent as Mikey. How mean can an sixth grader be?

Dropping off Mikey went smoothly, but not without a tight bear hug from my little brother. He is too cute for his own good.

I arrive at school, backing into the spot that I've been occupying for these last three days. It's in the back corner of 'Redneck row', away from all of the personalized and customized pickups in the middle. Also right next to Blake's old dodge pickup, which I loved.

I got out of my pickup and walked around my hood and then opened Blake's door and slide onto the bench seat, "Hey." I greeted her as I shut the door.

"Hey, did you finish the English homework?" Blake wasn't in my class, but we had the same teacher.

"Yeah, but it's not that good." I say in order to stop her from asking to read it. It wasn't as bad as I lead it to be, but it wasn't perfection. It was okay.

"Mine too, I totally bullshitted the whole thing." She laughs, making me laugh too. "Oo look! There's Hunter and Jesse!" She says as she looks out her windshield, at her crush, Hunter. I can't help but look and I see them already looking at us, inflicting me avoid their gaze by looking at my shoes.

Jesse still gave me that weird, nervous feeling from the concert, and I didn't know how to exactly handle it. He probably thought I was some freak, considering the way I see him looking at me. Although, I didn't mind looking at him, he is so cute! I'm sort of glad we haven't spoken to each other, I'm sure I would make a fool of myself because he makes me so nervous. "Chayni, did you hear me?" Blake's voice says beside me, and I snap out of it and look over to her.

"No, sorry.. What did you say?" I ask her.

"I said that I think Hunter might ask me out soon, he's being really flirty and sending messages." She says as she opens her door, signaling me that we should go inside.