Hey guys, sorry I haven't been posting a lot lately. School stinks. Anyway, the name Berlin Stanley is slightly important, so remember it. Sorry for the short chapter, too. Also, thank you for reading my story and reviewing it. All rights go to Jessica Burkhart.
You can make a good general in five minutes, but a good horse is hard to replace. ~Abraham Lincoln
The next day in math class I was tapping my booted foot. Ms. Utz was on the phone speaking quietly (well, for her) and nodding. The boy behind me shifted in his seat and I felt his foot tap my calf. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up when he touched me and I took a calming breath.
"Aiden," Ms. Utz said, beckoning me to the front of the room. I got up and winced when my skin peeled off of the chair. It was really hot today, and many students were walking around in shorts, like me. I stopped in front of Ms. Utz and waited for her to stop ruffling papers. "The new student that you were going to show around has been delayed. I'm sorry, but she will be coming in a few days." I blinked.
"Oh. Um, okay," I said, turning around and walking back to my seat. I slid into it and immediately pulled out my phone, then shot a text to Mandi.
Aiden: The new chic is coming in a few days!
Mandi: Really? How are you feeling?
Aiden: Guilty. I feel really bad b cause I didn't want her to come and I don't even know who she is :/
Mandi: That sux Sorry
Aiden: It's fine. I'll prepare more. Gtg.
After class, I began packing up my bags. A pair of shoes stopped in front of me and I looked up expectantly. It was the guy.
"Hi," he said, sticking his hands in his pockets. I swallowed.
"Hey," I said, much more coolly than expected. I finished stuffing my math book in my bag and stood up.
"Sorry to ask you this, but my sister was wondering if she could get your autograph?" he said, running a hand through his blonde hair.
"Oh, uh," I looked down at my hands which were tapping on my army shorts. "Yeah." I shifted uncomfortably and signed the piece of paper in his hands quickly.
"I don't know why she wants my autograph. It's not like I'm Berlin Stanley," I said, laughing.
"To my sister, you're the equivalent. I'm Grant, by the way."
"Nice to meet you. I'm-"
"Aiden Devon. My sister knows about your show history." He looked down at his shoes and I looked at the white board, trying not to let my eyes linger on his own gray ones. Or his crooked smile…Or his messy hair… I blushed and hoped he thought it was from his previous comment.
"Oh? Does she ride?" I asked. I was so grateful my voice wasn't coming out all squeaky and giggly.
"Yeah. She owns Winifred, the skewbald mare. You should have seen her face when she saw Oliver in his stall. Then, she saw you in the tack room and almost had a stroke."
"Wow. Okay. Well, you can tell her I said hi. What's her name?"
"Glenn. She's in seventh grade." I nodded.
"Okay. Maybe I'll run into her at the barn sometime."
"Ok, cool. I gotta go," Grant said. And with that said, he walked out of the math room, leaving me standing alone.