The Garden Boy

...Xavien POV...

I have been called a lot of things before, but not yet a garden boy. But I will take it from where it comes and rub it off from my shoulder. Now how Mekayla is related to that, well, that just makes no sense. She seems like they are worlds apart; she is not the least bit like them at all. I think that what attracts me the most to her; she is not just like any other girl. So this garden boy is hoping that maybe he can explore Mekayla Winters a whole lot more.

But let's backtrack a few steps; why do I care what she is like or not? I am so far out of her league that I don't even touch base. A woman like Mekayla would never see anything in a guy such as me. Why do people, especially this town, have to dictate who you can or cannot see? You get your kind of people, and then you get people like that, and I do not even fall into these categories. I am my own man; if you are not satisfied, then you should just walk on past.

Now, what am I going to do with thi