Riding Horses With ONE DIRECTION?!

~ C H A P T E R T H R E E ~

"Why the crap are you hanging out with them?" A strong pair of hands pushed me up against the wall.

"Don't get me wrong, Annie. I absolutely hate them. You know how I feel about English riders." I said, looking into her bright green eyes.

"Good." Annie replied. Annie is one of my friends here at the barn. She has dark brown hair and bright green eyes. She owns a chestnut mare named Trixie. She is really tough, but looks sweet and innocent on the outside. She could easily knock you out if she felt like it.

"Annie, calm your juices. It was just a little competition." I said, polishing my show saddle.

"Oh, sorry love. You just looked happy when you looked at them." Annie said, heaving her saddle up on her rack.

"No, trust me. I hate them so much I would eat them if I had the chance." I laughed. She chuckled too, walking out of the tack room.

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I was outside in my sweatpants and snug red top. I looked at the clouds in the sky. Renegade munched happily on grass that was near us.

"Looks like it might rain bud." I said, still looking up. As if on cue, drops started falling.

"C'mon boy, I don't want you rolling in the mud." I said, tugging on Renegade's lead. He hesitantly followed me into the barn. I put him in the stall then walked back into the rain.

I enjoyed the rain.

It's pretty.

Not.

I stood there, looking up at the sky as the rain drops fell on my face. I pulled on a grey hoodie from the barn, pulling the hood up and over my hair.

No one, not even rain, messes with a girl's hair.

I started to shiver.

I felt like I couldn't move though.

I was stuck looking up into the sky.

"Love, what are you doing out in the rain?" I heard a thick Irish accent call to me.

I didn't feel like talking, so I stayed quiet.

"Let's get you inside." He wrapped an arm around my waist, guiding me into the barn.

I sat down on a hay bale, looking down at my wet palms.

"Why were you not talking or moving?" He finally asked me.

"I-It happens t-to me a lot." I shivered.

"Why? Do you know?" He asked. I refused to look into his blue eyes.

"I-It was a long time ago. N-Not worth t-talking about." I looked down at my fumbling thumbs.

"Please, I want to help you." He begged. I sighed, not wanting him to know.

I stayed silent.

I could hear my heart beating.

I think I could hear his too.

"Alright, if you wont talk, I guess I'll leave." He said, walking toward the opening of the barn.

I heard him yell something about twenty turd of November of two thousand and turdteen. Strange.

"WHAT THE CRAP ARIANA!"

Shoot. I'm dead.

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The rain had stopped. I recieved a sort of slapping from our barn manager, Noelle. She is blonde and is about in her mid-twenties. She is as mean as heck.

Now I can't talk to the lad's now. Hahaha, no.

Noelle can't really boss me around. Everyone hates her. No one listens to her. They mainly listen to me. So, I can't really get kicked out.

"Yeah, they're soooo hot!" I heard someone say. Oh great, a English Crayola Cake.

"I know. I want them sooooo bad." I heard another say.

I could hear the footsteps of the animals come closer. I skidded around a corner, jumping into a mountain of hay bales. I found a boy sitting there.

"H-Hey Louis." I said. He looked up at me. I probably looked like a mess.

"Hey A!" He said.

I heard the Crayola cakes again.

"Lewis is my favorite. He is sooo hot and is perfect and stuffs."

I looked at Louis with a questioning look.

"Mine is Harry. He is such a flirt." The other said.

What?

Louis smiled at me, sprinting away. I sighed, sitting in my usual spot. I like to come sit here and relax when things happen. Like when I get slapped.

I started drifting off. I dreamt about a boyband singing on stage. There were five guys. All of them had beautiful voices. Then I saw their faces.

No wonder they seemed so familiar.

Hehehehe

Picture of Trixie on le side!

BYE MY LOVIES!

-Lovin