I've always thought my life was a good one until I met him. The day I met Ty Davis, it basically changed everything. Okay not everything, since my dad still runs/owns Mirkwood Ranch. I still don't get a long with my mom. Getting off point, but what I'm trying to say is that until I met Ty, I honestly didn't believe in love. Yeah I was dating Stephen, and things were going okay until my dad hired Ty as a ranch-hand. That's actually how I met him, and then later found out that he goes to the same school. Maybe I should go back to the start...

"MIKAELA! Your going to be late for school if you don't hurry up!"

I groaned and rolled over, glancing at my clock in the process. It was 6:45 in the morning. "Oh crap!" I yelled, jumping out of my bed and ran into the bathroom. I'm not a morning person, but I usually try to get up an hour before I have to leave for school. I quickly changed into a pair of slighty destroyed flare bottom jeans, a light blue tank top and a black plaid dress shirt.

"Are you ready, yet?"

I rolled my eyes. "Almost."

"Stephen is here."

I sighed, and quickly pulled on my shoes. Things were starting to get to serious with Stephen, which meant time to end it. I don't believe in love, and I'd love to blame my parents since their marriage is slowly starting to fall apart. I've been in a lot of relationships, and I usually end them before they got to serious. I'm known as the heart-breaker at school. "I'll be down in a few."

"Well hurry up!" I honestly don't know why my mother even cares, ninety-nine percent of the time she's gone before I'm even up. "You need to come directly home tonight, your father will most likely need your help setting up the preparations for the rodeo, or whatever."

I jumped a little and then spun around. "Have you ever heard of knocking?"

My mother rolled her eyes. "The door was wide open. Did you hear what I said?"

I nodded. "Yes mother. I honestly don't know why I need to help, that's why dad has hired ranch-hands." A few years back I use to help my father with everything, and I ended up sleeping through just about everything because I'd be up early and stay up late. My dad decided that he'd hire some help, the ranch was doing good.

"Your competing in one of the events, are you not?"

I sighed and secretly rolled my eyes. "Yes mother." I said, walking past her. I wish I could say this was a normal morning for me, but nope. "Did you get fired from your job?"

"No, I quit."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to spend more time with my family."

I glanced over my shoulder. "Good luck with that." I was barely home, and when I am I'm usually out by the horses. I ran a hand through my long hair, and headed downstairs.

"Going to school?"

I grabbed a bottle of water from the fringe and smiled a little. "No dad, I figured that I'd skip and spend the entire with you."

My dad chuckled a little. "That could be rearranged."

I rolled my eyes. "Seriously?"

"Dave; no." And there's the party ruiner.

I sighed. "I'll see you after school. The rodeo is this weekend, isn't it?" I asked, grabbing my backpack off the hook where I always hang it in the morning.

"Yeah and I know you'll knock the socks off your competition." My dad said. I shook my head and chuckled. I've competed in barrel racing for a few years now, and I've been doing pretty good. "Oh, make sure your home directly after school."

"I already told her Dave."

"Not that Angie. I've hired someone new, and I'd like for her to meet him."

I was just about to walk out the door, but the way he said meet him got me extremely curious. "Why is it someone I know?" I asked, leaning against the door frame.

"Doubt it." My dad said smiling.

I frowned and then shrugged. "Should I be worried?"

"Nope."

I sighed. "Alright, I'll come directly home today." I turned around and walked out of the house to find my boyfriend leaning against his truck with his arms crossed over his chest. "I know, I took to long. Blah, blah, blah." I walked up to him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

"That's not what I was going to say."

I climbed into the truck, and looked at Stephen. "Then what were you going to say?"

"I was going to say that you probably could have dressed a little better." I'm stunned. He has never cared about appearances, so why the sudden change now? I've always been in style, even when I don't try.

"Excuse me?"

Stephen glanced at me and smirked. "I'm kidding. You know I don't care about how you look."

I punched him in the arm. "I was about to say that your one to talk."

Stephen chuckled and then focused on the road. "So what are you doing after school today?" I couldn't help but wonder if my dad had told him that he's hired someone new. Not that it mattered since he'll find out sooner or later.

"I'm going straight home, apparently I need to help my dad finish setting up for the rodeo this weekend. What events are you signing up for?" I was the best barrel racer at the ranch, but doesn't mean that I'll automatically win. This was going to be my first rodeo, so I was excited. Stephen is practically a master at bull riding, so it'd make perfect sense for him to complete against other bull riders.

"Obviously bull riding. I haven't decided on any other events."

I nodded. "Sounds fun. I'm going for the easy stuff. Pole Bending and Barrels." I ran a hand through my long dark brown hair. I'm sometimes insecure, I have a hard time believing in myself. My parents have both told me that I'm a gifted rider, but I don't see it. I've also been told that I'm pretty, but once again I don't believe it. Stephen doesn't say anything very often, but I know that he wishes that I'd dress a little nicer, or act more lovely dovely towards him. That's not who I am, nor will it ever be. I don't believe in love. I've watched my parents relationship slowly fall apart, and they've finally decided to file for divorce. No shocker there.

"Something on your mind, babe?"

I glanced at him and smiled a little. "There's always something on my mind." Which was true, my mind had a tendency to wander on its own.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I sighed. "No. Just some things that I need to figure out on my own."

"Alright." Stephen said, after a few seconds.

I reached for his right hand. "You know that I'm not one to open up. If I have a problem I like to try to solve it by myself." I said, giving his hand a squeeze.

"You should open up to me. We've been dating for over six months."

"I am not talking about this. I told you before we started dating that I'm not going to change for some guy and you were okay with that." I said, dropping his hand and crossing my arms over my chest. I had a feeling that this was going to be the start of yet another fight, for the past few days we've gotten in to a few arguments. I don't know how much longer this will go on. I'm about on the verge of telling him that it's over, but then word would get around that we've broken up...again.