The Horse, The Friend, and The Bad Boy

Chapter Two: Ms. Moss

Lucy Moss and I are leaning up against the arena fence, watching Asher ride. He was doing an obstacle course, on his favorite horse, Prince. He had been working at Audrey Plains for about to weeks now. And just recently, I admitted to myself that I have a crush on him. But what girl couldn't? Come on. Not only was he gorgeous, and tall, but a hard worker. I could do without the attitude, tbh. But hey, you can't have everything! However, it seems I'm not the only one that sees how attractive Asher is. The other day, when my best friend Kelsey visited the ranch, she was all like "Daaamn.", and teased me when I was gonna change my name to Brooke. After the eighth time, he went through the course, he brought his horse back around, to where Lucy and I were watching. "Woman." He said in a dickish way. "Take my horse and fetch me some water." "Oh, okay!" Lucy smiled, grabbing hold of Prince's reins, as Asher dismounted. As Lucy took Prince into the stables, I look at Asher with a sharp gaze. He then pulled a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

 As he lit it, I spoke. "You should be nicer to Lucy." He looked up at me from his cigarette. His abs flexing while both of his hands are hovering over the cigarette, about to light it. His green eyes, piercing my soul. It's hard to be mad. "Why would I?" He asked, after lighting his cigarette and blowing the smoke into the air. "Because she's super sweet, and you're taking advantage of her." "How?" "You're making her do all of your chores." "How? She could say no." "Yeah, but she won't." "Why not?" "Uh-uh- I- I-." "Whatever." After a few moments of awkward silence, and a few puffs of his cigarette, Asher says "Fuck. It's hot.", and takes off his shirt. His abs were shimmering with sweat. They caressed his body and you could see how often he works out. Asher's muscular arms were magnetizing, and my eyes couldn't keep away from him.

 It was then I noticed something mysterious on him. A tattoo. It said Babygirl, in neat cursive handwriting, on his heart, near his nipple. "What's that tattoo?" I asked him. He froze up, dropping his cigarette. Looking at me wide-eyed. His face was tense, making his jawline extra defined. "Don't EVER ask me that!" He yelled. I was so scared for a moment, staring into his eyes and seeing how angry he became. He went from irritable to mad in just a second. But then, I felt a weird sensation in my belly. Butterflies. I wasn't scared as I was more turned on. "Can you please tell me?" I asked. He went silent. Turning his back away from me, and storming off, out of the paddock. Later that night, after I was done with my homework, I sat on my bed and listened to some more Spotify. Bad Guy by Billie Eilish came on, and there he was, in my head again. His abs, the way that he rides, and those arms. He reminded me of those Tik Tok boys. The ones with the really big arms, that could just grab and choke you. Yet he'd seemed so tortured, I wanted to know his past. I wanted to know everything. "Who are you, Asher Brooks..."

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I will write more soon. Chapter 3 will be longer