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and
Marie were best friends in high school, and Jasper and I were on the same
football team all throughout school. When we moved up here to great granddad’s
land, the property right behind us went up for sale, and Jasper and Marie swooped
in and bought it up.
      It's not as much property as your Grams
and I have, but it's a fair amount. Because the land is still kind of far away
from theirs, you and that little girl used to play together when her momma
would bring her out. She's out here every summer though, same as you. Well not
any more."
    His face
was serious enough, that I didn't want to push any further, but I found it
quite odd that I hadn't seen her in the past couple years I had been coming
out. "What's her name?"
    "Kayla
Anne, but I reckon everyone still calls her KJ. Better off you askin' her, just
to be sure."
    I didn't
know what else to say, so I tugged my hat back down over my eyes a bit. I kept
repeating her name over and over again in my head, but not one single memory
surfaced. Obviously, we weren't like amazingly good friends back then. Now that
I knew her name, I tried to picture what she looked like. Did she have blonde
hair and blue eyes, maybe brown hair with hazel eyes, or maybe my favorite
combination of brown hair and blue eyes? Who knows, all I knew was that I was
gone in two days so it wouldn't really matter anyway.
    That was
the last bit of talking we did for the rest of the ride. I wasn't quite sure
what to say to my grandfather and I reckon he felt the same. Now, my thoughts
were consumed by this girl Kayla that I don't ever remember knowing, and it was
driving me nuts. I couldn't quite fathom why anybody would take a bus to Abernathy
from Phoenix, but far from me to judge anyone. And why wasn't she coming with
her parents? Oh man, who the fuck cares?
    We were
only about twenty minutes out now, and I wasn't looking forward to meeting this new girl, regardless of who her
grandparents were. I'm sure she was some snobby, self-centered daddy's girl. No
thank you. I had my fair share of those girls, and trust me they don't ever
change. The way I led my life didn't really leave a whole lot of room for
anything or anyone else. I just needed to stay focused, make it two more days
and then I could get back to my own life.
    I saw
the big blue Greyhound sign as we turned onto the road leading to the next
town. I let out an audible sigh and then felt my grandfather's hand connect
with the back of my head.
    "Ow,
Sir. What was that for?" I started rubbing the back of my head to dull the
pain he had inflicted.
    "I
told you to be on your best behavior. You better start straightenin' it out
now."
    "Alright,
I'm sorry. I'm just sayin' though, if she is some rich, snotty entitled little
princess, then I'm riding in the bed of the truck."
    "Sounds
mighty fine to me." He winked in my direction and I couldn't help but
smile. My grandfather was such an amazing man, always looking out for others
and never taking life too serious. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I
strived to be exactly like him someday.
    We found
a close enough parking space and after my grandfather parked, he exited the
truck without a word. I wasn't sure whether or not to follow him, seeing as he
didn't say anything. I looked around and scanned the parking lot before exiting
the truck also. He was standing against the tailgate when I approached him. We
gave a nod and I leaned against the truck just as he was doing. I wasn't sure
what time she was supposed to be getting in, but my grandfather looked as
though he was willing to camp out, even if it took all night long. Luckily we
didn't have to wait too long at all, because my grandfather elbowed me and
tilted his head in a girl's direction a few minutes later.

Chapter 7
    Kayla
    As much
as I wanted to just jump on the next bus out of here and leave, I was in no
condition to do so. The gash on my head seemed fine to me, but there was no way
I was going to be able to travel for twelve and a half