I scanned the crowd again, and frowned. Toby was nowhere to be seen. And once more, I was on my own. I sighed, and ran my fingers through my hair. Great, awesome. This seemed to be happening more and more- Toby and I would go out, and he'd vanish off and leave me leaning awkwardly up against a fence trying to act interested in some shitty "country" event he'd dragged me off to. We'd only been here a month, and I was already starting to wonder if I'd made a huge mistake. I mean, everyone had been so into what I was doing- dropping all my city drama and moving across the country to some remote little Southern town with the love of my life. Except that that wasn't really how any of it had gone down. Toby had always been a dreamer in a way I wasn't- that was what had attracted me to him, at first. He was sweet and creative and a little flaky, a good man to balance out my career-driven world. And in the beginning, it was perfect- we matched up perfectly, our lives slotting together like jigsaw pieces. I fell in love, and I was convinced that this was the man I was going to spend my life with. Sure, even before we moved, I was starting to have doubts. But doesn't everyone freak out a little bit when they get to a certain age and marriage and kids and real commitment start looming on the horizon? When he took me out to dinner, and told me his plan- to move somewhere remote, to reconnect with his Southern roots and live a simpler life outside the city- I felt a twinge of panic. Either I lost him and let him go, or I went with him and left everything behind. So what did I do? Of course I fucking went. And I was already starting to think that it was the biggest mistake I'd ever made. I mean, I was at a fucking rodeo. A rodeo! When I was back in the city, I would take in gigs, go out to fancy restaurants, sip on signature cocktails. But here I was, standing in a pair of cowboy boots Toby had bought for me to help me feel more "country", my hair scraped back off my face and not a scrap of make-up on my face. I didn't feel like myself- I shifted uncomfortably in my shoes. They hadn't broken in yet, and the more I wore them the more I felt like they were a metaphor the universe was trying to share with me for the move I'd just made. God, what would I be doing if I was back in the city right now? Dancing, out with my friends, wearing a gorgeous dress and wishing I'd brought flats with me? Something better than this, that was all I could be certain of. I frowned, crossed my arms, and leaned on the fence in front of me. I had no idea that rodeos even existed anymore- I'm all for tradition, but this was just boring. I was trying my hardest to have a good time, to be game, to eat the deep-fried food and watch the cowboys bouncing around on their horses, but it just wasn't me. I had never been that kind of girl- when I first moved to the city, I remember looking around and feeling immediately at peace, knowing this was where I was meant to be. Some people grew tired of the metropolitan hustle and bustle, but it was catnip to me. I needed to be surrounded by fast pace, by people going places and doing things. I was restless here, and it didn't feel natural. I had left a small town when I was seventeen, to go to college, and I never thought I would find myself back in one. Not out of choice, anyway. Somehow, I'd made it to the whitest freaking town in America, or so it felt, and even just standing here I could feel eyes on me. What, never seen a black person before? I shot one of the women I caught looking at me a dirty look, and she immediately looked away. Yeah, way to make friends, Alina. I turned and decided to make another attempt to find this wayward boyfriend of mine. I strode off across the dusty ground, my boots clomping along the ground. As I walked, I felt another pair of eyes on me- I glanced up, and found myself looking straight into the dreamy blue eyes of one of the cowboys who'd been performing earlier. He offered me a quick half-smile, and I felt a shiver run down my spine- damn, he was hot. I smiled back, without thinking, then quickly looked away- I kept on forgetting that anonymous flirting was never as anonymous in a small town like this. Just because Toby and I hadn't exactly been dirtying the sheets much recently didn't mean I wanted to entice every guy that I saw. Even if his butt did look good in those jeans. I made my way out to the parking lot, and spotted Toby's van sitting amongst the cars. I had brought it for him as a gift, something to help him fit in with the country crowd- he had been so excited, grabbing the keys from me and dragging me inside for a spin. I looked around- God, this place was nearly deserted compared to the packed-out crowds inside the rodeo. I could hear voices, though-it didn't sound like they were talking, but it was definitely human noise. I finally reached the truck, and my jaw dropped. Lying in the bed of the truck was Toby. Even if it had just been him, that would have been weird enough. But on top of him- straddling him, with her skirts hiked up around her waist- was a woman I recognized as serving as lemonade a few hours earlier. "What the fuck?" I exclaimed, and she immediately leapt off of him, trying to make herself decent again. He was naked from the waist down, with a condom still hanging limply from his cock. Well, at least he was being safe, I guess? The woman scrambled out of the bed of the van and darted off, offering me an apologetic glance as she did so. I glared at her until she was out of sight, as Toby awkwardly pulled up his pants and tried to smile up at me. "Enjoying the rodeo?" I spat. "Looks like you were getting ridden pretty well." I turned and stormed off, my head spinning with anger- but not with surprise. I knew that he knew I was miserable, and this wouldn't exactly have been the first time he looked for solace in another woman's pussy when he thought I was being a bitch. Well, if he thought that was bad- he hadn't seen nothing yet.