Hot Cowboy Novels & Stories

My mom owns a fancy, black Mercedes, and not caring about what people have to say, is kinda my thing. A school bus drives past me, out of the school's compound, and I hear my name. "Nicole!" I look up and find Johan has stuck her upper body out of one of the windows of the coaster bus she's in and is waving at me. I smile at her carefree spirit and wave back. It's cute and funny to think you can grow so fond of someone in just three days. "Hey! "I hear someone call, but I do not look back. I have taught myself not to respond to the usual 'Hey, psst, Hello... 'And the likes that I get on the road. So if you don't know my name, don't call me.