Wondering Why ~ [ INCOMPLETE ]

06 - Hot-Blooded n Hot-headed

~ Catalina ~

I was leaned against Dakota, both of us waiting for Waylon to get back from the bathroom since the rodeo was only a few minutes away from starting.

"Oh there he is-" she pointed across the way and I sat up to see.

Good god. He was hot. The front of his Pearl snap shirt was fully undone, tanned muscle glistening with sweat. He had silver nipple piercings just peeking out when the Side of his shirt was pulled back by the wind of his long strides. His straw cowboy hat was tilted back on his head, strands of his fiery chocolate hair stuck to his forehead. He was wearing this necklace, a chain that went down to the middle of his chest, with a pair of dog tags tapping his skin as he walked.

Aparently, I'd been staring the whole time, because his rumble of a chuckle knocked me back into life. I looked up at him, as he sat down beside me, then I looked at Dakota, who was recording me. "You're shitting me!" I shoved her phone away, cussing her out in French.

I quickly stand up, shaking my head. "Okay, shit. Waylon gimme your keys, I gotta get my camera." The man handed over his keys without a word and I jogged down the steps and away from them. My whole face was red flushed as i got to the truck.

After grabbing my camera, I jogged back to them, only to find Dakota missing. Waylon looked up at me and smiled warmly. "She saw a guy and went to talk to him, they're gettin drinks."

I nod, and fidget with my camera. "I'm.. can you uh—... Could you walk with me..? I think I saw Andrew pulling in when I left."

Waylon looked up at me worriedly and nodded, standing beside me. "Yeah ofcourse." I smile a little.

"Thank You. Also, The hell were You doing to make you sweat so damn bad in the bathroom?"

He just grinned. "It's hot out, and that bathroom is a tin can, smelt like shit and was hot as shit, plus some guy accidentally lit a fire in the trash can with a cigarette."

"Mhm. Kay. Cmon." I beckoned him to follow, and he did without a word.

I got lots of great pictures over the course of the night. Dakota had gone home for the night with some guy, so it was just me and Waylon roaming. I turned to him, leaning my back against the paddock railing. "How are They?" I handed him my camera, and he stood infront of me as he scrolled through the photos. He smiled and chuckled softly.

"They're amazing." He handed my camera back to me and I smiled, looking down. Someone bumped into Waylon, knocking him towards me. "Shit- sorry-" he went to back up and a group of drunk guys walked by, making him stumble forwards and knock into me, his hands on the railing on either side of me and his body pressed warmly against mine. We just stared at eachother, holding eye contact for about half a minute before he looked away and backed up. "Ehm.. sorry. Rodeo's about over, I'm.. imma help some of my guys clean up."

I nod. "Okay. I'm gonna put my camera in your truck and I'll be back out to help." I don't even give him a chance to respond as I head straight to the parkinglot.

I seemed to be too distracted by the thoughts of Waylon's body against mine to even realize that Andrew's car was parked right beside Waylon's truck. I set my camera under the back seat and turned around, looking at the key fob to find the lock button when a pair of hands collided with me. One hand on my stomach, the other over my mouth.

I shriek into the hand, looking up quickly to see Andrew standing over me. He had a nasty grin on his face, one that I always recognized as his horny drunk look. His jeans had a bulge from his hard-on, and the feeling of it pressed against my lower stomach made me want to puke. I teared up, shaking my head, but he held me still, grinding his hips against my stomach with a groan. I choked out a cry into his palm when his lips connected to my collarbone, sucking a mark into my skin. I kept trying to push him off, but his spare hand grabbed both my hands at once and forced my palms onto his crotch.

I sobbed against his palm covering my mouth, my body trembling and squirming to try and get out of his grip.

"HEY! Get the fuck off of her!" A familiar voice boomed from beside us, and Andrew was yanked off of me, a loud thud suggesting he had been slammed into his own truck. I didn't even open my eyes, didn't give it one thought, I just opened the nearest door and climbed inside. It smelt familiar. I got my feet up on the seat o was on, hugging my knees to my chest as I trembled, crying into my knees. I was scared of it being Andrew when I felt a large, warm hand on my shoulder.

~ Waylon ~

I watched as Andrew practically flew out of the parking lot in his car, blood sprinkling my knuckles from his nose. I open the back door to my truck, seeing Cat curled up on the seat. "Hey.. catalina, it's okay, he's gone." I rest my hand on her shoulder and gently squeeze, but she freaks out. She shoved my arm away. "Let me go! Don't touch me, please, stop!" Her voice shook with cries, and I climbed up into the truck next to her, shutting the door. I rested my hand on her knee. "Hey it's okay, it's me, it's Waylon, Andrew is gone!" I gently grab her hands when she went to punch me in the chest, and she froze.

When her eyes opened, her whole body relaxed, and she just suddenly broke down. I carefully pulled her close, into my chest. Her forehead met the side of my neck, her hands on my sides with a deadly grip on my shirt. "Are You okay?"

She nodded.

"Did he hurt you?"

No response. "Cat... did he hurt you.."

She slowly nodded once more, her tears dripping onto my collarbone. I ran my hand through her hair, shaking my head a little. "Where?"

She leaned back a little and slid her hands off my shirt, showing the bit of red around each of her wrists where Andrew had held her.

I gently run my thumb over the spot, and she flinched back. "Shit- sorry. Im sorry." I look out the window. "Let's get going, Hm..?"

"What about Dakota?"

"She went home with some guy.. rodeo's just about over. I'll take you back to the inn. Hop up front." I sat back up, and she crawled up front and I got out, getting in the driver's seat and starting up the engine. "You Sure You're okay..?"

She just nodded, staring down at her hands in her lap. I nod, and pull out of the lot, and onto the road.

By the time I got us to the inn, she was sound asleep. I park and get out, getting her camera and room key. One of her room keys was missing, but I thought nothing of it. I slung her camera over my shoulder, and picked her up out of her seat, one arm under her legs, which were rested around my waist, her head on my shoulder and her arm around my neck.

Her face was cold and wet from the tears; she'd been crying most of the way here until she fell asleep. So when she tucked her face into my neck, a shiver ran down my spine, a mix of the cold tears, and her soft lips, sighs of her breath snaking over my skin. Her body was cold, she always seemed to be. I was always warm, hot-blooded and hot-tempered my sister always says. Cat's cold body against my warm one was a comfortable contrast.

I found myself feeling a tightness growing in my jeans, heat pooling at my lower stomach, and my face went flush red. Seriously not the time.. I held my breath as I carried her upstairs to her room. I unlocked her door, and kicked it gently with the tip of my boot to close it when I got in. I set her camera down at the Desk, Setting her key on The Night stand. I Lay her down on the bed and get her shoes off for her, laying her gently across the bed and tucking a blanket over her, shutting off the lights as I leave, making sure the door locked behind me.

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