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second glance, leaving me to peer excitedly into the stall.
A leggy black gelding pricks his ears forward and snorts, huffing out a few quick breaths. “Hello, fella,” I say softly, unlatching the stall and stepping inside. Samurai’s ears flick back, and I pause. “Easy, there. No need to get cranky. He stomps and flicks his tail, but steps forward eagerly enough when I pull a sugar lump from my pocket. His interest in me vanishes with the treat, and his skin shivers beneath my touch as I stroke his glossy neck. He’s every bit as showy and gorgeous as the high class thoroughbreds of Chadwell farm, and at first glance I suspect he’s a Dutch Warmblood.
My frustration is quickly abating as I hook the long cross-ties to either side of Samurai’s bridle in the barn aisle. He dances nervously, swinging his rear from one side to the other as I groom him thoroughly but quickly. He’s a bit higher strung than most, but after dealing with pregnant mares and jealous stallions at Chadwell farms, he’s nothing I can’t handle. I’m bent with his hoof braced against my knee, when he shies violently, jerking his foot away and nearly toppling me to the ground.
“How dare you!” Madison screeches behind me, her voice shrill and angry.
My first priority is calming the horse, who’s visibly disturbed by Madison’s outburst. With a steadying hand on his halter, I spin slowly toward her. “How dare I what?” I ask, keeping my tone light and even.
“You cut my lock! That’s my locker, and my lock. You had no right.” She jabs a finger into my chest, and Samurai tries to pull away.
“You mean the way you had no right to take over my locker?” She’s got some freaking nerve.
She hisses, her smug face twisting into a self-satisfied grin. “So you did cut it! I knew it was you.”
“Right. And I’ve had time to do that when? I know, I must have asked my fairy godmother to poof me up there when no one was looking, then I borrowed a bit of fairy dust to get rid of your lock. All to get into a locker that means nothing to me.”
“I’m on to you, bitch. You’ve no idea who you’re messing with. You better not have screwed with any of my stuff if you know what’s good for you.”
“Excuse me while I quiver in my boots.” I roll my eyes. I know girls like her. My school at home was full of them, and they’re all the same. Their heads are so inflated with their own sense of entitlement and self-importance that it inevitably carries them away. Their popularity might rise for a while, but like a balloon, it doesn’t last forever. Eventually they crash and burn, a shriveled up has-been. “Now, if you’re done...you’re upsetting my horse.”
Madison’s eyes narrow. “Samurai is supposed to be mine! You can try to take my spot all you want, but you’ll never succeed. I’ll make sure of it, just you wait.”
I wink. “This is me, still quivering.” Then, effectively dismissing her, I turn away and begin to saddle Samurai as if she’s not there. Eventually she storms away. If only she knew. The last thing I want is to take someone else’s place. I’ve been doing that my whole life, and now, I just want to find my place. Is that really too much to ask?
Her cut lock is mildly disturbing, but if I had to make a bet, I’d say she’s probably pissed someone else off, too. She seems good at that. More than likely, someone saw her put her lock there, and they wanted to see if they could make her head explode. I can’t say that I blame them. But while it’s probably nothing, I suspect Kevin would make a big deal about it, and then he’d insist on following me all over the barn. I think I’ll just keep this incident to myself.
Chapter Eleven
—-♥—-
K evin
Yeah, I should have gone into the barn with Lexi. I can cover the only entrance from right here. And she did ask nicely. That girl is struggling. I might not know why, yet, but I can see the signs. So I’m trying to make things as easy as
A leggy black gelding pricks his ears forward and snorts, huffing out a few quick breaths. “Hello, fella,” I say softly, unlatching the stall and stepping inside. Samurai’s ears flick back, and I pause. “Easy, there. No need to get cranky. He stomps and flicks his tail, but steps forward eagerly enough when I pull a sugar lump from my pocket. His interest in me vanishes with the treat, and his skin shivers beneath my touch as I stroke his glossy neck. He’s every bit as showy and gorgeous as the high class thoroughbreds of Chadwell farm, and at first glance I suspect he’s a Dutch Warmblood.
My frustration is quickly abating as I hook the long cross-ties to either side of Samurai’s bridle in the barn aisle. He dances nervously, swinging his rear from one side to the other as I groom him thoroughly but quickly. He’s a bit higher strung than most, but after dealing with pregnant mares and jealous stallions at Chadwell farms, he’s nothing I can’t handle. I’m bent with his hoof braced against my knee, when he shies violently, jerking his foot away and nearly toppling me to the ground.
“How dare you!” Madison screeches behind me, her voice shrill and angry.
My first priority is calming the horse, who’s visibly disturbed by Madison’s outburst. With a steadying hand on his halter, I spin slowly toward her. “How dare I what?” I ask, keeping my tone light and even.
“You cut my lock! That’s my locker, and my lock. You had no right.” She jabs a finger into my chest, and Samurai tries to pull away.
“You mean the way you had no right to take over my locker?” She’s got some freaking nerve.
She hisses, her smug face twisting into a self-satisfied grin. “So you did cut it! I knew it was you.”
“Right. And I’ve had time to do that when? I know, I must have asked my fairy godmother to poof me up there when no one was looking, then I borrowed a bit of fairy dust to get rid of your lock. All to get into a locker that means nothing to me.”
“I’m on to you, bitch. You’ve no idea who you’re messing with. You better not have screwed with any of my stuff if you know what’s good for you.”
“Excuse me while I quiver in my boots.” I roll my eyes. I know girls like her. My school at home was full of them, and they’re all the same. Their heads are so inflated with their own sense of entitlement and self-importance that it inevitably carries them away. Their popularity might rise for a while, but like a balloon, it doesn’t last forever. Eventually they crash and burn, a shriveled up has-been. “Now, if you’re done...you’re upsetting my horse.”
Madison’s eyes narrow. “Samurai is supposed to be mine! You can try to take my spot all you want, but you’ll never succeed. I’ll make sure of it, just you wait.”
I wink. “This is me, still quivering.” Then, effectively dismissing her, I turn away and begin to saddle Samurai as if she’s not there. Eventually she storms away. If only she knew. The last thing I want is to take someone else’s place. I’ve been doing that my whole life, and now, I just want to find my place. Is that really too much to ask?
Her cut lock is mildly disturbing, but if I had to make a bet, I’d say she’s probably pissed someone else off, too. She seems good at that. More than likely, someone saw her put her lock there, and they wanted to see if they could make her head explode. I can’t say that I blame them. But while it’s probably nothing, I suspect Kevin would make a big deal about it, and then he’d insist on following me all over the barn. I think I’ll just keep this incident to myself.
Chapter Eleven
—-♥—-
K evin
Yeah, I should have gone into the barn with Lexi. I can cover the only entrance from right here. And she did ask nicely. That girl is struggling. I might not know why, yet, but I can see the signs. So I’m trying to make things as easy as
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