Louboutin to Ariat

~ Chapter 15 ~

"Do you not like music or something?" Cash asks reaching for the radio.

Smacking his hand away for fear of him playing some country station, I focus back on the road.

If he can ignore me for two periods, then I can ignore him too.

"So that's how it's going to be then?" He asks.

I bite my tongue from explaining to him why I'm giving him the silent treatment.

"You're not even going to tell me why you're mad at me?"

"Why does everyone think I'm mad?!" I practically shout. Throwing a glare at Cash. I see his lips stretched into a smirk.

I realize what I'd done and my hands tighten on the wheel. "You did that on purpose. That wasn't fair." I grind out.

"I just asked a question." He shrugs with a sly smile. When I continue to glare at the road, he continues, "So you're not going to answer my question?"

Bringing my car to a stop behind Rhett's truck at a stoplight, I turn to Cash, "Yeah, I'll answer it but first, explain to my why you can give me the silent treatment for two whole periods without explanation and I can't do it for one car ride?"

I see something shift in his eyes and he turns away from me.

I nod, the light turning green, "That's what I thought."

Taking off, I fiddle with the radio and play music from my phone.

The ride doesn't last too much longer as Rhett pulls his truck into the parking lot of a place downtown. It's a cute place that's a bit rundown. The building is a dark brown, brick building with large windows that showed most of the inside.

Once I park, I grab my stuff but Cash stops me, "Listen Liberty, I -"

"Save it." I cut him off. Today isn't a good day to get on my nerves and he had already done that.

Taking a deep breath, I stop Cash as he rounds me car, "Just leave it for now. I'm not in the mood for anything and I just need to make it through the rest of today so just save it please. We can talk about it later."

He nods, "I understand."

"I doubt you do." I give him a small smile, "But let's go."

You guys are probably thinking that I'm a huge jerk and that I do live up to my rich person stereotype and that's okay, its your opinion, but put yourself in my shoes for a second.

I've been forced to move from a place that I love to a place I can't stand.

I'm forcing myself to do something that I used to love but now makes me want to hurl because it pleases my parents and it's the only time they pay attention to me.

I'm trying to be friends with the people here but it's hard when you both speak completely different languages. Okay, maybe not literally but I don't know any of the people they talk about, their inside jokes, their hobbies, their memories, I know nothing. Even though they try to make me feel like a part of their group by explaining some of it, it almost makes it worse because I'm reminded how different they are from me and that I just moved here.

"So - how was the ride?" Sue Ellen breaks me out of my thoughts.

I look at her and force the glare from my face, "Whatever you girls had planned, it didn't happen. Nothing happened. Cash and I are barely even friends."

Walking past them, I smile at Rhett who is holding the door open to the diner. He throws me a wink as I walk in.

I look around to find the typical red, white and black color scheme of a diner. From the checkered floors to the white walls covered in pictures of Elvis, Marilyn Monroe, and Frank Sinatra to the jukebox to the horrible, red and white chairs, it is all here.