Wild Horses (A Paranormal Romance)

Wild Horses

“Watch were you going freak,” said Melina as she shoved me into the stable door.

 

I kept my head held high.  I wouldn’t let her see me cry.  As soon as she was out of sight, I picked myself up and began to rub my arm.  I had a feeling it would bruise tomorrow.  It would probably bruise badly, but she would never know.  I’d stepped on Melina’s new pink boots and she’d taken her revenge.  I could never understand how someone people considered so nice could be so nasty.  How could someone so many people thought of as beautiful be so ugly?

 

I could still remember the first time I meet Melina.  It was my first day here at the stables.  It was my first day anywhere.  Melina was the best rider at South Parish Riding Club.  She had the most ribbons and trophies and she had everyone wrapped around her little finger.  Then, the Stones had adopted me.  Before I came along, she had been the closest thing they had to a daughter.  She had been the apple of their eye.  Now, that was gone.  It was simple jealousy that forced fate to make us enemies.

 

At one point in time, the Stones used their spare time to train Melina and her parents had paid a pretty penny to get her trained.  Now, all their free time was spent on me.  Melina’s training suffered.  But the jealousy went beyond that.  The first time I got on a horse the Stones had witnessed my raw talent for riding.  You only had to see me on a horse to know that was my place in life.  Melina had been jealous of my ability, of my place in the Stones life, and of the fact that ever since I’d shown up she never took first.  I beat her every time.

 

I had long ago given up on becoming Melina’s friend.  I thought two powerful riders that understood horses the way we did could be amazing friends.  That was childhood naivety.  I’d come to understand in the years since, Melina didn’t care about horses or the Stones.  She only cared about herself.  The Stones had been her trainers, they had mattered then.  They didn’t matter anymore.  They didn’t train her anymore and in her mind they didn’t matter.  She still used their stables and the kindhearted Stones allowed that.  Other than that, their relationship was done.  It infuriated me how badly she had begun to treat my parents.

 

My home stood next to the stables, separated by a fence.  And as I made my way home, guess who blocked my way.  Melina.  The wind was blowing her straight, strawberry-blonde hair backward.  I could hear her annoying, too-loud laugh.  She was flirting with some guy.  He was a new student, we had Spanish together.  Honestly, I couldn’t remember what his name was.  He looked bored at Melina’s romantic advances, but he continued the conversation.

He was a bit mysterious.  He was obviously gorgeous.  The girls had made him the talk of the school, the most desired guy in the school.  The guys had grown jealous.  It was like every guy in school was out to get him the same way that Melina was out to get me.  He had curly dark brown hair.  His hair was so dark, it was almost black.  His eyes were dark green.  He was skin had a deep tan and his had adorable dimples on the rare occasion that he smiled.  He was quiet, almost never talking to anyone and he never answered personal questions about himself.

 

I’ll admit it, I’ve been looking at him too.  What girl can resist a mysterious, good-looking stranger?  He looked up at me and caught my gaze.  I couldn’t seem to look away.  He held my eyes fixed to his.  Melina noticed that he’s stopped looking at her.  She whipped around and gave me a death glare.  She looked at me with so much hatred.