Blue Spring's Riding Academy---Starting New

Going. Going. Gone.

**Just a heads up, there is a little bit of language in this chapter. If you don't want to read it, all of it is in the recording, you will be able to skip over it and not miss any important details.**

Blair's POV.

I stood there, looking at the two girls and then the third as she came out of the tack room. Anger rocketed through me as I watched the three try to explain what they were doing. Their stupid excuse was that they were coming out to the barn for a night ride and were gonna be back by curfew. "Lier!'' Alexa hissed next to me. "You three were planning on injuring those horses and putting pins in the tack so they wouldn't be able to compete tomorrow." The three girls' eyes immediately swam with anger and hatred for Alexa. "What proof do you have of this claim?" The headmistress asked. Alexa pulled out her phone and went into her recordings. She clicked on the first one and turned up the volume.

Recordings are in italics

"Girls. We need a plan. Maxine, go grab the whiteboard and some markers. Elizabith, get your computer, we're gonna need it for something. Alexandria, go get some snacks and sodas, preferably ones with caffeine. We aren't going to bed until we get this plan perfect."

"Sabrina, where do you want me to put the whiteboard?"

"In front of me, where everyone can see it."

Alexa sped it up to where they were finalizing the plans.

"Ok. Final time we're going over this, bitches. Elizabith and Maxine, you two will be going after the horses. Don't make it too severe because they could catch us and press charges and that's gonna be a hell of a lot of money on my parents. I'm a rich bitch but Willow's parents are way richer than my parents could ever dream of being. Me and Alexandria are going after the tack. We're going to place pins in the tack so the horses are seriously uncomfortable when they're being ridden. Any questions?"

"Yea, just one." Alexa's voice said.

"What is it Alexandria."

"Do I have to do this? This is wrong and you know it Sabrina. You can get all of us in serious trouble with the school and whoever owns those horses." Alexa's voice said.

"Yes Alexandria. You have to do this. I don't care whether or not you get in trouble, my dad can pay my way back into this school if he needs to. Not like yours can't either bitch. Same goes for you two as well. If I need to, my dad will pay for all of you to come back to school. No school I've ever been to has refused all the money my dad has to offer them." Sabrina's snobby voice rang out.

"God Alexandria. You make it seem like you don't want to be here. Did daddy and mommy get tired of all the shit you put them through and send you off or something? If you want to make it here, you have to stop acting like everyone is innocent all the fucking time. Stop acting like a whore and get with the program." One of the girls said.

"Oh Maxine, I bet they did. No wonder as well. She doesn't even look pretty. Who wants a kid with dark red hair and green eyes anyways. It just makes her look like a creepy needy bitch who tried too hard." The other girl, Elizabith, said.

Alexa stopped the recording and to say the headmistress was pissed would really be an understatement. "My office. You three. Now." She said and then walked out of the barn with Maxine, Elizabeth and Sabrina in front of her. Alex and Maria turned to us. "You five go check on your horses and your tack." We nodded our heads and rushed off. I tore down the aisle to Titan's stall and quickly unlocked the door and stepped inside.

"Thank God they didn't make it to the stalls." I said. "What, why?" Alexa said, confused. "We," I said, gesturing to Payton, myself, Joanh and Olivia, "Keep our tack in our stalls. Because we're rich, whoever was in the tack room must have put pins in someone else's tack. Which means we need to check our horses, just in case, and then get to the tack room and find out who might have gotten their tack pinned." I said. We checked the horses to make sure they were ok, which they were. Then we went to the tack room. "Have you found anything yet? Are your horses fine?" Maria asked, poking her head into the room. "Horses are fine, same with tack. We keep our stuff in the stalls with them. For safety measures because it's the last place people are going to think to look in. We think that whoever it was in here must have seen expensive looking tack and thought it was ours because our families are rich, and pinned it." I replied.