FOREVER IS NOT A EVER AFTER

The weekend was a blur in my mind, I guess it was a good choice to come to a university were no one knew me.  I was just arriving and the only 2 girls in class were already besties because they were named the same.  Just how predicting could they be?  Oh god... it was going to be a long day. -------------------------------------- 2 years before “Come on honey, hurry up if you want to get to the department with the sun still up” I hear my mom calling from down stairs.  “I’m almost done, I’ll just go check on Pollock and I’ll be on my way” I’m still packing for the first week of school. During the week I stay at an apartment in the city, but as soon as last class on Friday is done I hurry up back to the ranch. Ready to start working out the new foals and go for a long ride on Pollock. He is my 12 year old buckskin stallion, mom says he is mean, but only with other horses and when I’m around.  I come running down the stairs suitcase in hand. “Bye mom!! Bye dad!!” I give a kiss each as my sister yells from the top of the stairs to take care. I always do, I’m the good daughter, and I’m never into trouble. Well except that one time I kicked the hell out of a boy, but on my defense he kept on bullying me and making fun of me. Till he got on my last nerve, he didn’t made a fuss out of it because of the shame of being hit by a girl, but even I may look like any other girl, I’m not, I’m a cowgirl and I have a hard temper.  I quickly drop my suitcase on my 1.8 T navy blue new beetle, I know not so much for a cowgirl, but hey it runs cheap on gas and its incredible fast. Across from the round pen there are the stalls we only have the stallions or the horses with trust issues here. My dad owns a horse ranch we sell the colts or mares once they’re done with training, and he also likes to take in one or two traumatized horses to work on them and set them back on track.  I go into the stalls to say bye to Pollock, hope dad works him out while I’m gone, if not I’ll have to get an 8 second ride when I get back.  I get in to my car and drive out of the dirt road, on both sides of the road there are fences with the mares and their colts gracing and some of them run alongside of the fence as I go by.    The drive to the apartment was uneventful. It’s an hour and a half drive from the ranch to the city. I almost got here on half of the time, sorry forgot to tell you I like speed, I’m a barrel racer since I’m 12 even though I’ve rode my whole life.  Tomorrow is the first day of school just 2 more years I’ll be off to college. Haven’t heard nothing the whole summer of my friends, but then again they know that when I leave for summer break there is nothing to distract me from my chores so they just stopped calling on summer.  I get the bag out of the trunk and head to my 5th floor apartment. It’s a 2 room place, one is my art studio and the other is my room, it has a small kitchen and a living room not much but just what I need.  I take a bowl have some cereal with milk and make a mental note to go pick groceries. Grab a book I’ll re-read “The Clock Work Orange”.  It’s already 1 am. time flies with a good book, guess I’ll leave it for tomorrow and better go to sleep.  I wake up to my alarm clock, get up and take a quick shower. Better hurry if I want to get a good parking spot. I put on some low rise worn out jeans my tennis shoes and a black t-shirt with a light sweater, it’s the middle of the summer and its hot here in Texas. My hair is almost strait and light brown goes all the way to my waistline and most if the time I just leave it to air dry. Today will not be the exception.  I can hear chatter all around the school halls most of the people here I know I’ve been studying here since kindergarten, last year my mom and sister decided they wanted to move back to the ranch so I asked to stay here.  I reach my home room and immediately recognize two set of voices, my two best friends Alejandra and Alejandra, how a coincidence you’ll think. I call them by their last names so we don’t mix up. Alejandra Clark is about my height 5.3 ft. has tan skin and really curly black hair. Alejandra Moore is a bit shorter and also a bit chubbier but still has a great body, also has black, but wavy short hair and tan skin.  “Hey Gian! Did you see the list, we saw new names there. Do you think any of them are cute?” Clark asks as I’m taking a seat right next to them.  “No didn’t really looked, since my last breakup not looking for another one”  “So how was your summer? Any hot cowboys, to keep you busy during summer” Moore tries to get me to talk I just shrug my shoulders “Only thing I’ve been riding all summer long was Pollock” The three of us burst out laughing.  Suddenly three boys walk right through the door, the firs was a bit taller than me, well-built black hair and piercing green eyes. Crooked nose, like it had been hit a couple of times, he was wearing a simple white t-shirt and some dark blue pants with white tennis shoes. The second was about my size, with gorgeous hazel eyes and brown hair, he was also more toned than the other two, oh my, and he had a great ass. Both of them were sun tanned. And was also wearing pants but a red t-shirt and red tennis shoes. The third was taller than me, easily by a head, round face, beautiful icy blue eyes, and dirty blond curls. He wasn’t that strong but he was actually well built. He was wearing, wait are those dress pants? Yeah, grey dress pants and a blue polo. He actually looks cute in that.  They come straight at us and ask if they could seat with us at the back of the classroom of course we said yes.  “Hey I’m Alejandro” the green eyed said  “Serch” the one with nice derrière introduced himself.  “Antony” blue eyed boy said without even taking a second look at me, I don’t know why but this bothered me, instead he turned to a girl named Monica and started chatting. Or she started the conversation either way they seemed quite comfortable.  The 30 minutes of home room were over and when I got up to go to physics, Alejandro asked if he could walk with me, even though I didn’t like it I accepted.  I hate physics, never been good at it and if this guy keeps on distracting me I’ll never pass.  He walked with me to World History which by the way he is also in the same class.  “So can I seat next to you?” I look up he is looking down with a big smile on his face. “Sure why not” “And, tell me a bit about you.” “Was that a question or a demand?” “More like a request” “How about you go first” “Well, I’m the new captain of the football team, I like color green, going to the movies and partying” he looked intensely at me “Well I like color black, as you can see, reading and not very social, prefer the good company, and I like horseback riding and I’m training for the barrel racing nationals that are coming up” I smile at him as the teacher calls out his name to answer the question on the board. Which he answers totally wrong.  The rest of the day is just boring, and Alejandro is in every f****g class, but I don’t know why I keep thinking on those blue eyes. I’m not a model but I’m not ugly either. I’m 5.3 ft. not fat neither skinny, everything is where it’s supposed to go. I never wear makeup, just some mascara and eyeliner. I have big round brown eyes, but if you look when I’m in the sun you can see some lines of dark green in them. I’m used to be looked at, I’m not popular but I’m definitely what some guys call hot.  They just don’t like to waste their time with me, I’m into barrel racing and waiting for the right one, I’m not waiting till marriage but I want it to be with someone special, so they see me as unreachable. But Antony, He just didn’t even took a second look, well I guess I’m not his type, well he’s not mine either.    We are forced to take an afternoon class twice a week and since the new students don’t know what to choose they gave us a tray out, we can either choose from wood workshop, music, dance, any sport or art. I obviously choose art, I always choose art. It’s a stress free environment with a few students and all girls so they mind their own business and I don’t have to talk to nobody. As you can see I’m not a very sociable person.     I have my IPod on listening to “We’ll Burn That Bridge” by Brooks and Dunn as I climb up to the third floor ready for class, but as soon as I set foot in the room a set of ice blue eyes land on me...   “Rumor has it you've had trouble with your man.  I've had trouble of my own, I think I understand We'll put out your old flame We'll build a bigger fire I'll pick up where he let you down and take you so much higher And if his memory comes around And you think you still care We'll burn that bridge when we get there”