He hadn't been there for more than five minutes and they were already judging him, "The White Boy," "The Hick," "The Redneck," "The Hillbilly." They made fun of his tight jeans, his camo hoodie, his boots, and his accent. I couldn't understand how anyone could be so cruel.
Me? Well, I thought he was gorgeous. His Wrangler jeans were just tight enough to show off his amazing ass, and anyone who can quote Luke, Brantley, and Jason while introducing themselves is alright with me. Those three boys could melt a girl's heart faster than homemade peach ice cream on sunburnt lips.
I looked up to notice him sitting next to me. I tried to force myself to say something, but I was too damn shy, so I just kept smiling like the dork I am. I was so wrapped up in his sparkling blue eyes that I barely noticed him ask my name.
"My name's Allie-May, but my friends call me Allie," I replied, still smiling like a dork.
"Hi, Allie, I'm Andrew, but I go by Andy. Do you mind me sitting here?" He said,...