FOREVER IS NOT A EVER AFTER

TRAINING

Monday morning Alejandro is already waiting for me at the school entrance, he grabs my hand and leads me to homeroom. As we walk in hand in hand I hear Clark and Moore start wooing me, oh god!! Not the best way to get the attention I just wanted the earth to open up and swallow me. I was not just embarrassed but suddenly my plan of last night looked like the worst one, but I had to go on and try the best of it. Finally I lift my eyes and the pair of blue eyes that I day dream about meet mine. And I see... sadness? No I must be mistaken, he looks at every other girl and talks to every other girl like a future prospect even Monica more than anyone who has gone from calling him names to just using one to refer to him I haven’t paid attention but it’s something like teddy bear or something like that. We take our seats and Alejandro never takes his hand off of mine. He helps me with my lunch and it’s so caring all day long. I’m just hoping this will last and it won’t end up bothering me, I’m used to doing my stuff, it’s nice when someone does it for you but not all the time. 

School was almost over I just had left art, I was just hoping that Antony had changed for something else like singing. I got to my place and he was still no we’re in sight. Suddenly someone comes in carrying a big, one huge painting frame. Oh f**k! I forgot mine! 

He comes to the back of the class and puts it in front of me. 

“Sorry but this is my place” I tell him

“Are you Gian?” He asked politely 

“Yes” 

“It is for you, it was left at the office with your name on it after lunch, and were is... Antony?”

He looks up from the paper I just point to the desk next to me. “Thanks” and he leaves a small canvas there and leaves. Don’t know why but I guess Antony has got something to do with this. 

Then I see Him walk in with brushes and oleos. 

“What’s this?” I ask pointing at the huge canvas in front of me. 

“Though the one that didn’t know about art was me” he said with a mischievous grin “that is a painting canvas” he finishes pointing at it

“I know what it is, I meant why?”

“Oh, just thought I could make up for all the time I ignored you” and he starts to draw

“So you think you’ll buy me canvases every time you mess up?” I ask really annoyed

“No,” he looks at me “there is always other art stuff that you might need” and flashes that smile. Oh god this was going to be hard. 

“Ok forgiven, but no more art stuff” 

The rest of the class we work quietly, but by the end of the end of the class he asks the question that had been eating him up all the time. 

“Why him”

“Excuse me?” I’m confused 

“Why him? Of every boy in school you had to choose him, even though I told you I didn’t like him” he looks annoyed 

“Well maybe he choose me, and this way you won’t be having issues with Monica”

“That is not a good logical explanation, and I never said I liked Monica, I like someone else” 

“Have you told her?” 

“I’m guessing I’m not her type” he looks down 

“You’re everyone’s type” I look straight into his eyes “you should tell her before she finds someone else”

“Guess it’s a bit late for that, she already did” he looks sad “I should have paid more attention to her since the start, but no worry I can try fixing it” and he gives me a hopeful smile. 

“Well, someone is pretty confident”

Week goes on normally I go out to the movies with my friends and boyfriend, yeah all 6 and it’s not bad at all, lunch seating changed a bit now I’m pinned between Alejandro and Antony. 

Alejandro has been coming to the apartment almost every afternoon, we’ve kissed a few times, but nothing more, I get the feeling he wants to push it farther, honestly I’m not ready for it. 

So it’s Friday and officially time to go home! 

“Hey we are going to a Frat house party! Want to come” Alejandro shakes me off of my mind monologue, while walking to my car. 

“No, you know I have to go home and train the qualifying round is almost here” I say visibly annoyed, it’s been almost a month now and he doesn’t even know my routine. 

“Ok I’ll go with Serch anyway, you don’t mind right” he said, but not really caring of If I minded or not, he was going any way and surprisingly I didn’t mind. 

“No I don’t mind in fact” and I give him my biggest smile, he looks shocked like he was starting a fight, any other girl would have started one, not me, I know what I want and I keep my eyes on the price no bumps on the road, I had to hurry up and get home soon. 

“Pease take care” I say as I hop in the car, “be safe” I blow a kiss his way and hurry up, I don’t like showing affection on public, so I get on my way. 

I get home and Jerry is already waiting on the porch, I can see his tail wagging all the way from side to side. I go in change into jeans and boots and get my favorite black Stetson, I head into the stables and ready up Pollock. 

After I’m done I cool him of get the tack in place and ready myself for a good night sleep. 

Yesterday wasn’t so bad, but today we were having a difficult time, Pollock had extra energy and kept closing on into the barrels, if we drop one we have a penalty and we can’t afford it. 

“Use your inner thigh to keep him from closing in!” My dad’s yell brings me up to reality. 

“And stop pulling on the reins your holding him in” oh god I had forgotten how hard he could get when training. 

“Again” 

Yes sir! I would not like to get on his bad side. 

After what felt like ages I was cooling down Pollock with some water and I knew tomorrow I was going to be sore in places I didn’t even though possible, why did he had to be so stubborn, both my dad and Pollock. Dad says we choose the horse that goes with our personality and gets the best of us, challenging us to our limits. 

It will be 2 long months of qualifying rounds. 

I’m heading back to the city I couldn’t get there Sunday, we wrapped up late and my dad didn’t want me to be driving at night. So I had to get extra early to be on time, but it was raining and even though I tried my best I was 20 minutes late. Finally I got to class, but when I walk in there is this new girl in my place next to Alejandro and they are chatting quite comfortably, I just look at him and he smiles back and waves, has a busted kind of look. 

I’m taken a bit by surprise while I’m trying to regain myself “stick it” from Keith Anderson keeps on playing on my ear buds. 

“Red lipstick on my blue collar.

An' her number in Maybelline black eye liner.

Written on a napkin in my back pocket.

She found it right there right before she washed it... Telling' her where I'd been an' how she was just a friend... She said: "You know I know that isn’t the truth,

"But if that's the story you're sticking' to."

Well, you can stick it where the sun don't shine...”