Oh. My. God.

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I rolled my eyes as I dropped my club.

Zara was hovering all over Gage.

"A deal's a deal," he grinned.

I rolled my eyes.

I took off my white polo, sneakers, and jeans to reveal my spandex and sports bra.

I hopped into the lake, and swam around.

"Whore!" Zara shouted, at least that stopped her talking and screaming like the dumbass she is.

I shot her a glare, then continued swimming, embracing Gage's laughter.

Man, what is wrong with me? Why am I enjoying this?

I swam towards the golf ball, and retrieved it.

"Victory is mine!" I jumped out of the lake, and sat on the grass.

"You did great," he admitted.

"I know. Hey, do you have a skateboard?" I asked.

"I'm an questrian. Sorry no." He headed back into his golf cart.

"Can I ride with you?" Zara asked him.

"As long as it's okay with Bay."

I thought about it.

Zara's been nothing but a bitch, but I should stop thinking about her. Guess I should annoy Gage. What do I have to lose?

"Sure." I flipped up my arms.

"Use my cart." She pointed to a bright orange golf cart, and I picked up my clothes, then headed inside.

Not to my surprise, it didn't work, and Gage and Zara were already off.

"Bitch," I muttered as I looked around through the trunk, searching for something to start it.

I kicked it aggressively as I picked my clothes back up, then started my way walking.

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"Where's the cart?" Gage asked.

"It didn't even work," I said through gritted teeth.

"That must suck," he smirked.

I rolled my eyes.

Zara squeezed in between us.

"Oh, Gagey, I got this-" She turned her head to me.

"Looks like someone can run," she cackled.

I ignored her.

People like her aren't worth my time.

"I'm hungry," I whined.

Wow. I haven't whined in years..

I usually have food right beside me to snack on like a dog.

"Let's get a bite at my place," he suggested.

"Okay," Zara said.

I walked along with them, watching Zara hop on behind Gage on his horse.

"Guess I have no choice," I jumped on top of her white horse, and as soon as I did, it went as fast as it could.

Is it possible to rig a horse?

I held on for dear life, then it came to a halt, then whinnied.

This was so set up. Man, Zara's psycho.

It basically tried to knock me over to break my neck, but I flipped over and landed on my feet, and watched the horse run in circles over a tree.

Interesting.

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