Southern Kind Of Love

Chapter 1

TRIGGERS: none that i can spot lol. enjoy!

She'd come near the end of the year, around April. She didn't actually go to the school, or at least Lucas didn't think she did, judging by the rifle she held in her hands and the pistol slung on her belt. But the country was in chaos. It was 2060, and the economy was in tatters, so the police, especially in a small town like Braisleburrl, had no time to watch a beautiful girl with two guns hang out near a school. Messed up, but just how it was here.

Lucas'd always seen her in his free period, when he ate lunch outside with his friends. Once, she talked, and that was when a teacher came up to her to ask what she was doing. He caught snippets of their conversation, (totally not eavesdropping...), and she'd claimed she was there to pick up her little brother. Yet no brother left the school that day with her, (the place was small; Lucas knew everyone), and she came every day, like clockwork. Her country accent was thick and sultry, and she let it drawl how it wanted. He'd shivered when she talked to the teacher, her husky tone carrying across the lawn.

Lucas didn't have a country accent, and neither did any of his friends. Only what the geezers 'round town would call the hillbillies had an accent, but on rare occasions, his slipped through.

Occasions like now.

"The fuck'd you just call me bitch?" Lucas yelled in the bastard's face. "You think you can just come 'round here and say that to me an' my friends?! You gotta be fuckin' with me."

Lucas punched him again, breaking his nose, adding to the black eye he'd definetly have in the morning, and the bruises on his thoat, balls, and face. He groaned, but the fight had gone out of him a long while ago. Jake McBrier. Little shit's been messing with him since the beginning of the year. Teasing Lucas and his friends, calling him a slut, cat-calling. He let go of Jake, and the dick thumped to the ground. His friends gaped at him, then ran when Lucas lunged at them in fake malice.

When he turned around, she was leaning against the fence watching him again. Lucas glanced at her as he came within three feet of her to grab his book, which was hanging on the chain-link by the ribbon that he used as a bookmark. He felt her gaze on him the entire time, especially as he walked away with his friends to your next class. Lucas couldn't really see her face, though, due to the full-on cowboy's hat that covered half of it and threw the other half into shadow. He did catch some blood red lipstick and white-as-the-clouds-hair.

(Hiiiiiiiiii i hope you like itttttt sorry this was so short but theres more to come, i promise. - gray)