The Elite

Packing

I had never seen Willow so stressed. She jogged down the stairs at three in the morning with her suitcase.

"Costumes," she muttered to herself. "Coat closet I think.... Trailer hitch... in the barn, last I checked.... Food for the horses.... Damn it! I don't know where I put it!"

"It's in the truck," I said. "You had me put it in there last night after dinner, remember?"

She frowned in thought then relaxed. "Thank God. Shit. Where's the cooler!?"

"Also in the truck." I shook my head. "Go get the costumes. Your dad is going to show me how to hook up the trailer."

"Right," she muttered distractedly.

I picked up both of our suitcases and tossed them in the back of the SUV they had named the truck. I heard a clunking noise and looked around. Aaron was lifting a heavy metal hitch.

"How about I do that?" I said, taking it from him.

"Thanks," he said, panting a little. "It gets heavier every year."

"That or you're running out of steam," I said softly.

"You sound like my daughter," he grumbled. "Now, you'll back up the trailer slowly while I direct you. The hitch has to be directly in line with the trailer. Then Willow will get Eagle and Flame into the trailer. Assuming she stops panicking long enough to do it," he added.

"Is she always like this before a competition?" I asked, taking the keys from him.

"Every single time," he nodded. "Even more so with Matt stressing her out. Now, I know you're worried about her, but Dr. Mack is taking Little Bit while we're gone."

I tried to hide my blush. "Is she...?"

"Dr. Mack is the one who delivered Little Bit," he said. "She'll be good with her, I promise."

"Okay," I said, still feeling a little nervous.

I got in the truck and turned it on. I rolled down the windows and adjusted the side mirror so I could see everything.

"All right!" Aaron yelled to me. "Now back up straight slowly!" I obeyed. "A little to the left! You're doin' great, Nathan! Slow 'er on down! And pull to a stop!" I did and got out. "You did great," he praised and I smiled.

"Don't get cocky," a snide voice said behind me and I turned, glaring at Matt.

I  hadn't realized he had pulled up in a fancy black truck. Aaron and Willow's was covered in dirt and mud. It was obvious who did the work for the competitions.

"Come to mooch off the Turners some more?" I asked coolly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he demanded, balling his hands into fists.

I opened my mouth to respond but Willow had come rushing down with a black bag in her hands.

"Oh good, you have the trailer hooked up," she said breathlessly and shoved the back in my hands. "Lay that carefully in the far back seat. It's got the costumes in it."

"Aye, aye," I said and did as she asked.

The cooler was on the floor in between the two middle seats. It was full of water, beer, and sodas. Behind it was a random box of snacks and some blankets on the floor in case we got cold. We'd stop at restaurants and fast food joints on the way. The competition was down in Houston so it would be a long drive and they didn't want to stop at a hotel.

"All right, you two," I heard Willow call and, interested, I shut the door and walked around. "Let's get ya in the trailer."

She started with Eagle and Aaron grabbed the reins. She whistled and Eagle walked forward with Aaron tentatively. I frowned and looked around but Matt was nowhere to be seen. When Willow shook the bucket in her hands, though, he was more interested. She sprinkled some of the feed on the ground and he ate it greedily. Slowly, she backed carefully into the trailer and I frowned. Wouldn't she get stuck behind Eagle?

When she got to the far back, still sprinkling food for him on the bottom, she put her hand on his back and kept it on him as she walked around him. She closed a large gate inside the trailer while Aaron reached through the bars to take off the bridle and reins.

Flame was easier to get in. She followed Willow without much fighting. She stopped once and that was to graze on some grass until she realized that what Willow was holding was much better. Willow did the same thing she did with Eagle, stopping to take off the bridle."

"Okay," she sighed. "Just need to do one more check and we're good to go."

"Just let her do it," Aaron said when I was about to point out I got everything.

"All right," I said and stepped to the side.

She checked the gate in between the horses first then the back gate, making sure it wouldn't pop open on the trip there. Then she jumped a little on the hitch, nodding once. She opened the back of the truck and made sure the feed, suitcases, and water jugs for the horses were in securely. Next she checked the costumes and the cooler. She nodded.

"We're good to go," she said mostly to herself.

She was about to get in the passenger's seat but Matt was in there, scrolling through Facebook on his phone. So that's where the asshole had been. She looked furious and I opened the door behind it.

"You've been stressing yourself out," I said, pushing her. "Just get in."

She huffed but did as I said. "Bastard."

I laughed. "Which one? Him or me?"

"Both," she grumbled and I shut the door, going around to the other side.

"So, here's how we'll rotate," Aaron said and we looked at him but Matt kept looking at his phone. We waited then Willow leaned forward and snatched his phone from him. He glared at her. "I'll drive for the first six hours then Matt will take over the next six. Willow, you'll drive the final stretch."

She nodded but Matt sneered, "What's wrong? Don't trust city boy with the trailer?"

"Actually, Nathaniel will have the hardest part," Willow snapped and I looked at her.

"The hardest part?"

"You, my friend," Aaron said, "get to stay awake and make sure we all get enough to eat and drink when we're not stopping."

"You're too kind," I said sarcastically and they both laughed.

"Can I have my phone back?" Matt snapped and Willow rolled her eyes, throwing it over his head.

"Lean your seat back," I said, moving the food box. "You've got enough room."

She yawned. "Okay," she mumbled and closed er eyes as Aaron started the truck.