Farmer's Daughter

Chapter 2

I worry about these boys sometimes. Right now, Ryan and Austen are fighting over who can ride a dirtbike better, Garrett is yelling at someone on the phone while looking for who knows what in his truck, and Britt and Dylan are arguing over duck calls. Stupid, right?

"Guys!" I yell. No luck. "HEY YOU FAT HEIFERS, SHUT UP AND LISTEN!" I scream, and five sets of eyes land on me. "Okay, since y'all are giving me a headache with all the noise, I get to choose what we do today. Because obviously, y'all can't make any decisions for your own self."

Groans accompany my announcement, and I just smile and shake my head. "That's what you get for acting stupid. Okay, so since there is NEVER anybody at my house, pool party!" I tell them.

"Quick question, can we invite whoever we want?" Garrett asks. He is just so adorable sometimes. With his blonde-ish long hair, blue eyes, and muscular chest, he really is cute. I call him my teddy bear.

"Yeah, go ahead. Someone has to get the alcohol, though." I replied.

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10 o'clock that night..

My house was packed, my pool was packed, and it seemed like the speakers to the surround sound were about to blow with all the bass of the music.

There were coolers everywhere you looked, overflowing with some kind of alcohol. The living room was a mass of people dancing, grinding, making out, etc. At one point I saw Ryan talking to a girl that was in our grade out by the pool. I think her name was Samantha, she had short, brunette hair, she wasn't as tall as me, she had on short shorts that could be classified as underwear, a sparkly tanktop, and she was a bit of a slut, in my opinion. Ryan could do wayyyy better. He looked pretty good tonight, with no shirt, showing off his six-pack and killer tan, and his tribal looking black and white swimming trunks. His black hair is partially covered by his Drake Waterfowl visor.

I walked to the cooler to get me a smirnoff, and after I saw Britt take a running start and cannonball into the pool, I went outside. Music was playing out here too, and if I lived inside the city limits, the cops would have already been called,  but thankfully I lived way out in the boonies with no neighbors.

I spotted Austen wobbling around, probably already shitfaced. It wouldn't surprise me any. His long dark hair was wet, and his 6 foot plus frame was about to fall to the grass. He looked up and saw me, and I hurried over to help him get to a lounge chair. His long, tanned arm wrapped around my shoulders and I wrapped my arm around his waist, steadying him somewhat. Me weighing about 70 pounds less than him, and about a foot shorter, it was difficult to steady him.

I finally got him settled on a lounge chair and went to find Dylan. He was sitting on a lounge chair, drinking a beer and talking to Garrett. Dylan wasn't much of a drinker, he would get tipsy most times, and others he would get drunk, but never enough not to know what he was doing.

I made my way over to where they were, and sat on his lap. He wound an arm around my waist and pulled me closer.

"Gag! Must y'all do that in front of me? PDA much?" Garrett said, pretending to fake gag. I rolled my eyes, wiggling on Dylan's lap to get more comfortable.

"I wouldn't do that if you aren't going to follow through." Dylan whispered in my ear. I gave him a questioning look, and he looked down to where I was sitting on his lap.

I blushed a deep red and hid my face in the crook of his neck. I heard, more like felt, him chuckle, and just snuggled closer. Soon after, him and Garrett started back up on their conversation, and when I thought that my blush was gone, I sat up right. I went to take another drink of my Smirnoff, only to realize that it was empty.

I gave Dylan a fake glare and went to get me something else to drink, only to run into Danielle. She's Dylan's ex, a whore, and to top it off, my cousin. We never talk when our family gets together, and she dislikes me as much as I dislike her.

She gave me a go-to-hell look and I was tempted to punch her in her face, then I realized that when I said the guys could invite anyone, they invited her. They only wanted in her jeans, anyways. I had that conversation with them a long time ago. After Dylan broke it off with her because she couldn't get along with me, they guys had asked if they could go after her. I said that I am not going to hang out with her, and they said they only wanted to sleep with her.

That made me feel so much better. Wierd, right? It doesn't really bother me that they are in it only to get laid, they're all players, the biggest of the school. I have never done anything with any of them except Dylan, and we've only kissed and flirted.

They said that they weren't going to bring any sluts to hang out with us, sluts that I don't approve of, anyways. They said they loved me too much for that. Well guess what? I love my boys too.

Alright guys, I tried to make it longer, and more interesting, but I didn't accomplish that... Just bare with me, and it'll get better, I promise. :)

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AMAZINGNESS! :) jk, its just me. :P