My Bad Boy Persona | Smythe 4

Chapter 33

Chapter 33

       Every time Wilder had a horse show, he was always so confident, thinking he was going to beat everyone this time around.

       And then the day came and he refused to get out of bed.

       Every single time.

       "Wilder, I'm serious," I said. "You need to head over to the stables to help David load Baron into the trailer so you can get to the showgrounds so you can compete."

       "I'm not competing," Wilder said, pulling the blankets over his head. "I'm only going to lose and I'm a sore loser, so I thought I'd save myself the trouble and not go at all."

       "Seriously?" I asked. "Wilder, you're a really good rider. You're going to kick serious ass today but in order to do that, you have to get your ass out of bed."

       "Fuck off."

       "I'll take extreme measurements if you don't get out of bed."

       "Do it, bitch."

       I sighed and left Wilder's bedroom before standing by the staircase and calling down it. "Uncle Dax! I need your help! You son is being lazy and thinks he's going to lose the competition today!"

       Dax got up the stairs and headed into Wilder's bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Alright, if you don't want to go, then you don't have to."

       Was Dax crazy?

       Was he actually crazy?

       Wilder had to be at the competition today. He couldn't miss one just because he was getting cold feet.

       Wilder took the blanket off of his face. "Really?"

       "Yeah, of course," Dax said. "I mean, if you're too scared that you'll lose and won't be all those other weak riders, then what's the point?"

       "Excuse me?" Wilder asked. "You... You think I'm scared?"

       "Well, you not wanting to go to the competition kind of proves it," Dax said. "It's okay to be scared at times and if you don't want to go because you're scared, then stay in bed."

       "I am not scared," Wilder said. "In fact, I am going to that competition today and I am going to come in first place. Or at least third."

       He then got out of bed and headed to the washroom to get ready.

       "That works every single year," Dax said. "He's stubborn so if you call him scared, he'll gain his confidence back. I just really hope he places this year. He's worked really hard for it."

       "Yeah, he has," I said. 

       Since it was the summer, I was able to take Wilder to the stables a lot more and he had been there for hours and hours, practicing until he got the jumps right.

       I just really hoped he was able to get the jumps right. No matter how many times he practiced and no matter how many times he changed up the course, Baron would always knock down the last pole.

       I went downstairs to wait for Wilder to be ready and once he was, we left the house and headed to my car. "So, now are you actually ready to kick ass?"

       "Hell yeah," Wilder said as I pulled out of the driveway and started heading to the stables.

       When we got there, I stayed in the car as Wilder got out to help David put Baron into the horse trailer. David normally did it on his own with the other horses, but Wilder liked helping out.