Flying Change

Chapter 3

A/N: Hey guys, here is the next chapter, hope you like it! I'm sorry t seemed a lot longer when I wrote it but the next one will be long, cross my heart! 

Let me know what you think, with the little twist in the tale and all? Yay or Nay? I promise it shall all come out in good time ;) 

xoxo Shan

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I sighed and grabbed the next dirty bridle. It was Monday morning and I was on tack cleaning duty while the girls hacked the horses. It had been a week since I broke my arm and I already felt like I was going to go mad if I didn’t sit on a horse soon.  I set to work on the next bridle, scrubbing the bits till they shined and polishing the leather until it had a healthy sheen.

“But why can’t I tell anyone?” I replayed Phillip’s argument in my head.

“Because everyone will make a big deal out of it, plus I still feel like I have stuff to do here. I just, have this feeling I should be here, like I need to be here.” I had sighed.  

“So? Surely they can know? I mean they’re all nagging on at you anyway. It would shut them up.” He had argued, “And it would make everyone so happy!”

“Aren’t you happy that I’ve said I’ll move? Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Yes, of course but the others want you to too,” He had set his soulful gaze onto mine and brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes, almost making me melt but I had held fast.

“Just please, let me do this my way okay?”

He had been about to argue again but I had planted my lips on his again and that had shut him up. Finally, we had walked back up to the house silently and he had headed off for the airport, leaving me behind once again. I was missing him horribly already, and if I didn’t think it would spark up a debate I probably would have told him. I had had Taylor Swift’s Come Back, Be Here on repeat all day. I was really such a sap.

“Dad wants you to come meet the new girl,” Jake stuck his head around the door and barked at me and then disappeared again. I took a deep breath, controlling my frustration at his tone and deposited the half clean bridle on the chair. Jake hadn’t spoken to me since Phillip had hopped on the plane, well he had, but that was one long rant on how pathetic and selfish I was being and how I was such a bitch for jumping down his throat, and it had gone on…. I had controlled the overwhelming urge to shout, ‘well, I’m moving so there! See ya, wouldn’t wanna be ya, Naa-naa-na-naa-naa!’ and the plethora of other childish retorts I had bursting to jump out. It wouldn’t achieve anything I kept reminding myself, I had asked Phillip to keep quiet. I wasn’t going to blurt it out the first time someone got on my case.

I walked out the door and made my way down the aisle, the stalls were empty, waiting patiently for their occupants once they had finished soaking up some sun and plucking at the green grass. I could hear Ritchie’s voice doing a welcome spiel but I wasn’t in any hurry. I was effectively about to meet my replacement and if I was a few minutes late, it wouldn’t kill anyone. Finally I walked out into the blazing sunshine and up to my boss.

“Ah, Lex, meet Kristina,” Ritchie crowed, playing the welcoming host part to a tee, he really was a chameleon.

A tall, perfectly tanned, primped and highlighted brunette stood in front of me. She was wearing faded skinny jeans with those little designer rips and a simple tee shirt that was designed to look like it wasn’t thought out but it clearly highlighted her best assets. Her feet were dressed in pristinely white converse sneakers and flashy jewellery hung from her wrists like decorations on a Christmas tree. She looked like one of those models that designer labels put in there ready to wear campaigns in order to convince you that, should you wear their clothes, you would automatically morph into one of them, these abnormally beautiful, airbrush-perfect beings. She was a knock out. She automatically set my teeth on edge. ‘Now, now Lex, no snap judgements,’ my conscience berated me.