"I'm freezing." Lizz tells me as we climb into my truck. I laugh and turn up the heat before she can. "Seriously I'm going to lose some limbs or something."
"Stop overreacting, you are such a hypochondriac sometimes." I say as I pull my hair out of its ponytail. She rolls her eyes at me as I am about to pull out when the back door to my truck gets opened.
"What the heck dude?" Lizz snaps at Tristian.
"Oh take a chill pill Lizz, my father has my truck I recognized Ash's, and I am guessing yall are going to the grounds so I am hoping I can catch a ride."
I do not think before I speak "Can you please get a ride with Jordon?" I whisper. I do not even need to turn around to see that he is looking at me. My hands are death-gripping the steering wheel.
"You heard her go away... Shew out." Lizz says flailing her arms about. Thankfully he listens. There is a moment of silence before Lizz speaks again. "You want to tell me what you are thinking?"
I take a breath my hands still clutching the steering wheel. "I'm gonna try... but I'm going to need my saddle back." a take a minute to pause and think she doesn't say anything. "Also my boots... I need those too." I still refuse to look at her but I bet she has a faint smile playing on her lips.
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I was the one who got Pheonix out of his stall and I was the one who brought him to the arena and threw the saddle over his back but I was not the one who kept me laughing throughout all of that. I give full credit to Lizz for that and some to Jordon who magically appeared at some point.
I had changed into more appropriate attire for riding and grabbed a helmet. Now I am adjusting the stirrups to the saddle and watching Lizz talk to Tristian. He was saying something that was making her blush. I watched as her nose scrunched up then she burst into laughter. He had a huge smile on his face his eyes admiring the way her smile filled her face.
Jordon came up to me and is standing next to me. I turn to look at him and he offers me a small smile before reaching up and brushing his hand against my chin. He clasps the latch on my helmet. "What made you want to try?" He whispers. I just shrugged in response. "You know you don't look half bad in these pants." He jokes and I roll my eyes before turning away from him and walking to look Phoenix in the face.
"You ready bud?" I whisper resting my forehead atop his.
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The Silent Rider
Teen FictionAshlyn was an up-and-coming showjumper before a tragic accident turns her whole world upside down. So now dealing with losing someone she was closet to along with trying to recover herself both physically and mentally. She finds herself falling for...
