3- Spurs

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"What the fuck are you doing in my barn?" Dylan snapped. Why the hell is he here? This is her space, her home. He's an enemy. He can't come here!

"Didn't your father tell you?" Michael said and left his position at the back of the aisle, "I'm training here to get ready for the world championships. Ollie is in the stall next to Stella."

Dylan looked over in the stall next to her beloved mare. Sure enough, Michael's bay gelding was there happily munching hay.

"What kind of name is Oliver? It sounds like a name for a fat British man." Dylan vigorously brushed the coat of her horse.

Michael grinned, "Then I guess he's a fat British man."

Dylan's face turned red, "You-you look like a fucking smurf!"

"Jesus Christ, Dylan. You really couldn't think up a better insult?"

Dylan groaned, "Emma. Now is not the time." Of course Emma had to get involved.

"Now is always the time," The blond haired girl said stood beside Michael, "Hi cutie. Ignore Dylan. She comes off as a bit threatening but she's a sweetheart, I promise. I'm Emma."

"Hi Emma," Michael said seductively, "You know, you aren't bad looking yourself."

Dylan rolled her eyes and continued brushing. Emma would hook up with anything.

"I know," Emma adjusted her cowboy hat, "You know, we should hang out more. Is this arrangement permanent?"

Dylan led the horse back to it's stall, leaving Emma and Michael behind. She really hoped that they wouldn't get attached, or attached at all.

"Did you know that Michael was going to be boarding here?" Dylan asked Ashton, who was just coming into the barn.

Ashton looked sheepish, "Um, yeah. Your father told me. He also told me not to tell you. I think it's pretty cool. You guys can like, train together."

"Well, he and Emma are getting pretty cozy." Dylan informed him. Instantly, a wave of sadness appeared across Ashton's face. But Dylan didn't feel bad about it. She had to get Ashton on her side.

"Really? She likes him?"

"Yes, she does," Dylan quickly said, "Now how do you feel now?"

"Not good," Ashton mumbled and smoothed his hair back, "I'm going to go find Emma. And also your father gave you Bullets to train. Have fun."

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jfc shit just got real

so yea here's the first 3 chapters!!!  the next one should be up soonish

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