The Longest Ride(24)
Sophia looked toward the ground. “I loved Brian. I mean, before him, I had these little crushes, you know? Like when you write a boy’s name on your folder and draw little hearts around it? I guess people tend to put their first loves on pedestals, and in the beginning, I was no different. I wasn’t even sure why he wanted to go out with me – he’s good-looking and a scholarship athlete, and he’s popular and rich… I was so shocked when he singled me out for attention. And when we first started going out, he was so funny and charming. By the time he kissed me, I was already falling for him. I fell hard, and then…” She trailed off, not wanting to go into the details. “Anyway, I broke up with him right after school started up this year. Turns out he was sleeping with another girl from back home, all summer long.”
“And now he wants you back.”
“Yeah, but why? Is it because he wants me, or is it because he can’t have me?”
“Are you asking me?”
“I’m asking for your perspective. Not because I’ll take him back, because I won’t. I’m asking you as a guy.”
When he spoke, his words were measured. “A bit of both, probably. But from what I can tell, I’d guess it’s because he realized he made a big mistake.”
She absorbed the unspoken compliment in silence, appreciating his understated ways. “I’m glad I got to watch you ride tonight,” she said, knowing she meant it. “I thought you did really well.”
“I got lucky. I felt pretty rusty out there. It’s been a while since I’ve ridden.”
“How long?”
He brushed at his jeans, buying time before he answered. “Eighteen months.”
For an instant, she thought she’d heard him wrong. “You haven’t ridden in a year and a half?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
She had the sense he was debating how to answer. “My last ride before tonight was a bad one.”
“How bad?”
“Pretty bad.”
At his response, Sophia felt it click into place. “Big Ugly Critter,” she said.
“That’s the one,” he admitted. Warding off her next question, he focused on her again. “So you live in a sorority, huh?”
She noted the change of subject but was content to follow his lead. “It’s my third year in the house.”
His eyes glinted mischievously. “Is it really like people say? All pajama parties and pillow fights?”
“Of course not,” she said. “It’s more like negligees and pillow fights.”
“I think I’d like living in a place like that.”
“I’ll bet.” She laughed.
“So what’s it really like?” he asked with genuine curiosity.
“It’s a bunch of girls who live together, and most of the time, it’s okay. Other times, not so much. It’s a world with its own set of rules and hierarchy, which is fine if you buy into those things. But I’ve never really drunk the Kool-Aid… I’m from New Jersey, and I grew up working in a struggling family business. The only reason I can even afford to go to Wake is because I’m on a full academic scholarship. There aren’t a lot of people in the house like me. I’m not saying that everyone else is rich, because they aren’t. And a lot of the girls in the house had jobs in high school. It’s just that…”
“You’re different,” he said, finishing for her. “I bet many of your sorority sisters wouldn’t be caught dead checking out a bull in the middle of a cow pasture.”
I wouldn’t be so sure about that, she thought. He was the winner of tonight’s rodeo, and he definitely qualified as eye candy, in Marcia’s words. For some of the girls in the house, that would have been more than enough.
“You said you have horses at your ranch?” she asked.
“We do,” he said.
“Do you ride them a lot?”
“Most days,” he answered. “When I’m checking on the cattle. I could use the Gator, but I grew up doing it on horseback, and that’s what I’m used to.”
“Do you ever just ride for fun?”
“Every now and then. Why? Do you ride?”
“No,” she said. “I’ve never ridden. There aren’t too many horses in Jersey City. But growing up, I always wanted to. I think all little girls do.” She paused. “What’s your horse’s name?”
“Horse.”
Sophia waited for the joke, but it didn’t come. “You call your horse ‘Horse’?”