This is just a random story plot that I thought of. It's about Jake and Sam's daughter, Meckenzie. The story is told in her POV. So here's the first chapter, please tell me what you think of it, honestly. If you don't like it I want to know, if you do please tell me, I love reviews! Anyways the first chapter! Enjoy!

Chapter 1, Fighting

Hi my name is Meckenzie Lynn Ely. I live on a cattle ranch in Northern Nevada.

Right now I'm at school, confronting my best friends no show date.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Derek?" I yelled in his face.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, actually looking confused.

"You stood Cheyenne up! Why? You begged for that damn date and you never even show! She waited hours for you!"

"I was busy." He said sounding mad.

"Busy! With what?"

Derek is a junior. One of the most popular juniors. Cheyenne has had a crush on him since freshman year, and were sophomores now.

"None of your business." He said shoving my shoulder.

He turned and started to walk away.

"Hey!" I said grabbing his elbow and turning him around. "Don't you go up to her and apologize and ask for another date." My voice was forced calm.

"You going to stop me?" I asked taking a step closer.

"You'll find out if you ask her." With that I turned around and headed to my next class, study hall.

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My mom is a teacher at my school, the only class I have with her is study hall.

My older brother, Dustin, and best friend, Cheyenne Duke, are both in the same study hall as me.

I have study hall third hour so I usually don't have any homework, but mom lets us talk, so everything is good.

"Good morning Meckenzie." Mom said as I walked through the door.

"Hi." I said tensely, I was still mad at Derek.

"Hey Chey. I talked to Derek." She was looking down at her math homework, but looked up at me, worried.

Cheyenne is basically an attractive girl. She's skinny and fit. When I first met her she was just skinny, then she started coming to the ranch and working and riding, and that helped her out a lot. She lives in town, her father works at the bank. She has dark brown wavy hair that comes down to about the middle of her back. She has bright green eyes and usually wears rectangular black rimmed glasses, but her mom finally snapped and bought contacts. Another thing about Chey is that she is really shy.

"Oh God, Kenz. You didn't."

I sat down in the desk to her left.

"Yea I did. He said he was busy. He's going to ask you out again just in spite of me." I said pulling out my sketch book. When I'm mad or need to think I either run or draw. Since I'm in school and can go for a little jog, I have to draw.

I opened the book to a new page and pulled out my pencils and started drawing a picture of my horse Baily. She's a gray blanket spotted mustang appaloosa.

"Why do you always stick your nose in other people's business?" she asked looking back to her homework. I stopped what I was doing and looked at her.

"What is your problem?" she just looked at me out of the corner of her eyes.

"Hey, what's the problem?"

"Can we talk about this later?" she asked looking around the room.

I looked and saw people watching us. Some trying to be discreet others just flat out gawking.

"No. Now." I said turning back to Chey.

"Whenever something happens you are always the one coming to my rescue."

"Because you never do anything. I hate to say this but you are a push over." She looked down at her hands ringed together in her lap. "Let me guess. If I didn't talk to him and he said he was sorry and asked to go out again, you would have said yes, right?" she wouldn't look at me.

"He didn't even come to you and explain—"

"Meckenzie, not every guy should have to explain why he couldn't make it to a date!" she nearly yelled.

"This is getting good." Said some freshman guy said.

"Shut up!" we said together.

"Don't you have homework to do?" I nearly growled. The kid looked back to his homework.

"No, not every guy has to explain why he stood you up." I said turning back to Cheyenne. "But it would be nice says a lot about a guy." Cheyenne just glared at me from the corner of her eye. "But hey! If you want a guy who is going to stand you up and not talk to you for like a week and then ask for another date! Derek is the number one candidate!" I turned back to my sketch book not really wanting to sketch. The bell rang signaling the start of class, and my brother Dustin walked in late.

"Dustin, you're late. Again." Mom said shutting the door.

"Sorry Mom."

"That's a detention." Mom said walking pass him to the front of the room.

"When?" Dustin sighed.

"Whenever you can stay after school. It'll be with me." Usually if you get a detention you go to a room and sit for an hour after school. Mom thinks that's pretty stupid so if she gives a detention she just has kids stay 15 minutes after school with her. For Dustin it's like 45 minutes, since he's always late.

"How long?" Dustin asked sliding into the desk behind me.

"For you, 45 minutes."

"Kay."

Dustin is a senior, a popular senior. He has our Dad's black hair and he keeps it short and styled like he just rolled out of bed. He has brown eyes. We all have brown eyes that Mom calls "mustang eyes". He also got his brown skin from our father. I've been told that he's an attractive guy. And I see all the girls drool when he walks into a room.

I was slumped back in my seat with my arms crossed over my chest and I was glaring at the front of the room.

Dustin started flipping my pony tail back and forth.

"Knock it off." I said pulling forward then fell back.

"What's up kid?" I looked over at Cheyenne, then back to the front of the room.

"Nothing."

"You two have a fight?"

"Yea! You should have seen them!" I glared at the freshman kid again.

"Butt out."

"At least he will listen." I heard Cheyenne muttered.

I turned back to the front of the room shaking with anger.

"I'm guess you did." Dustin said. "Want to talk about it?" I saw Cheyenne look at him. "Either of you?"

Dustin is like a big brother to Cheyenne since she's an only child.

"No." I clenched my teeth. Cheyenne just turned back to her homework, totally ignoring the question.

When the bell rang, I grabbed my things and stormed out the door. I knew Dustin was following me. He threw his arm around my shoulders.

"You know you are kinda nosy?"

"Not now Dust." I said opening my locker and pulling out my things for history.

"What did you fight about?"

"You know Derek Baulmen?"

"Yea. I think everyone knows Derek."

"Well, be begged Cheyenne for a date then didn't show up. I asked him why and he said he was busy."

"When was the date?"

"Over a week ago." I said slamming my locker door shut.

"Wow. That's bad. He hasn't talked to her since?"

"Nope. Since she thinks of you as her older brother, could you have a talk with her?" I asked turning and walking toward my next classroom.

"Maybe."

"Okay, where's your stuff for your next class?"

"I have gym. Don't need anything."

"That's on the other end of the school, your going to be late."

"Coach doesn't care, just that I'm there." Dustin is a star baseball player.

"Whatever." I said walking into my history classroom. "Bye!"

"See ya."