Why are you talking to me?" I met Waylynn Jennings when I started working for the rodeo circuit as a bullfighter. A bullfighter was the crazy man who chased bulls around the rodeo arena when the riders fell off the bull or jumped when they completed their ride. To keep the bull rider safe, the bullfighter would then get the bull's attention to ensure the rider could exit the arena without harm. That's where Waylynn's father, Jude, came in. Jude was a six-foot-two powerhouse who could run like the wind. He took me under his wing and showed me the ropes when I was just a kid looking to make money. And after eight years as a bullfighter, I could finally see the end on the horizon. I originally took the job as a bullfighter because it paid a good amount of money. So I kept the job because it made me money, it worked well with my schedule at Valentine Ranch, and I could choose where I wanted to go and when I wanted to work. Which was a necessity when it came to going to college full time. Which led me to meet Waylynn for the first time. Jude Jennings brought his daughter, Waylynn, with him to her first rodeo. At the time, Waylynn didn't like being there. Her mother and Jude had recently divorced and she had been a bitter bitch to anyone who showed her any kindness. And I, who didn't really care who she was, hadn't shown her the slightest bit of attention when she was around. Which, in turn, angered her even more. Now, eight years later, she still had chutzpah when it came to getting me in trouble. To make matters worse, she even started going to the same damn school as me. Attending the same damn classes. Honestly, I wasn't sure if she started the classes because of me and wanted to annoy me even more, or because she really wanted to be an architectural engineer. Whatever the reason, to this day she still didn't like every bone in my body. And I thought she was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. Even though I never acted on the feelings she invoked in me. "I'm talking to you because I know this bothers you," she said. I grimaced. "What are you talking about?" I asked. Kasey came out of the back room with the phone to her ear and her bank bag in her hands. She looked like she had swallowed a lemon. "Sure, that's fine," Kasey said, holding out her seat bag to me. "Here." I took it, offered Kasey a smile, and turned to leave the coffee shop. Kasey mumbled something under her breath as we left that she sounded suspiciously like 'fucking idiot', but I didn't turn around to be sure. "She's sweet," Waylynn said. "What did you do to her to piss her off?" I mumbled something under my breath and turned left onto the main street, the road where the bank was, and started walking quickly. It was a vain attempt to get Waylynn to stop following me. Did not work. She just sped up. "What was that?" she repeated, easily keeping pace alongside me. Thinking it wouldn't hurt for her to know, I decided to tell her. "We met when I came back to Kilgore," I said. "I was in a bad time. I did some bad shit. Fucking around. Kasey was with me most of the time. When I was finally able to get back to normal, Kasey had to go. I broke up with her and went to college right after that." Waylynn hummed in understanding. "So you pissed her off because she was in love with you and you broke up with her," she guessed. "And now, you have to see her every day, and she's still in love with you." I had no idea if that was the case or not. I knew she didn't like me very much, though. "I have no idea," I said as I made my way to the bank door. "But I don't see her every day." When I opened it, I wasn't surprised to find her still beside me. She stood next to me as I began filling out a deposit slip and counting the money she would deposit for Desi and Candy. "That's a lot of money," Waylynn said. "I..." "Hands up!" I felt my heartbeat slow and looked over my shoulder at the man who had just walked through the bank's front door. I felt like a fucking idiot for not charging today. Normally, I keep it.