The Rider

Chapter 12

Dedicating this chapter and the next few to one of my good friends Katie because I told her I would and I forgot.. :)
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"From the top to the bottom, bottom to top I stop. At the core I've forgotten, in the middle of my thoughts. Taken far from my safety, the picture's there. The memory won't escape me, but why should I care?"

The lyrics to Forgotten blasted out of my phone that I had put in a cup. The cup was placed on a nearby railing while I danced and lip synced to the music, cleaning out Caspian's stall. Surprisingly, if you place your phone in a cup while playing music, it increases the base and makes the music much louder. I could have just bought a speaker, but why spend $300 dollars on something that I could just grab out of my cabinet? Once again, thank you Pinterest for saving me money.

Swaying my hips to Uma Thurman, I shoveled another load of horse feces into the large blue bucket. Despite my skinny figure, I could dance. But, there was no way I would ever dance in front of anyone except my mirror. Excluding the one time I was slightly buzzed at a New Year's Eve party and decided that it would be an amazing idea to start dancing. All my friends had seen me, laughed, then drunkenly joined me on the crowded dance floor. Then, of course, I got too carried away and bumped into someone, causing them to spill their drink all over me. The embarrassment was enough for me to never dance around other people again. But when I'm alone is another story.

Twisting my hips, I danced around the stall, scooping up another shovel-full of feces. I danced a bit harder and wiped a few rebel pieces of hair from my sweaty forehead.

"Well isn't this a sight to see," Dylan's voice spoke, a smirk evident in his deep voice.

I froze in my place, accidentally dropping the large shovel. My cheeks flushed crimson as I realized the situation. He caught me dancing. I mentally slapped myself for being so stupid. This is really embarrassing. Brace yourself for the practical jokes, Mia.

"You didn't have to stop, I was enjoying the view."

Idiot.

I spun around, fuming. Enjoying the view? You'll be enjoying the view of my hand making contact with your stupid face if say something like that again.

He grinned wildly at me and turned off my music.

I scowled at him as he leaned lazily against the side of the stall door.

"You didn't have to turn off my music," I complained, picking up the shovel.

He shrugged and peered at me curiously.

I bent over and shoveled another load of feces into the bucket.

"Are you going to stand there all day?" I asked, still annoyed that he had caught me dancing.

Shrugging, he stood up straight and walked into the stall.

"Some of the guys on the football team are going go-karting Friday, would you like to go?" he asked.

"I-"

"It's not a date or anything, we're just going out for pizza then go-karting. Lots of the other guys are inviting their friends too," he rambled quickly.

"Sure, I would-," I paused. Friday? My date with Logan is Friday. I can't ditch Logan for Dylan... But why would I want to? I shouldn't even be considering ditching Logan. I should be happy that I have an excuse for not going with Dylan. But why do I feel so guilty?

"I can't actually, I have plans on Friday already," I confessed, feeling a pang of guilt stab me in the gut. Trying to lessen the awkward tension, I let my hair down from its ponytail.