Sport
[Any Setting...]
"You won't be able to beat me." She raised her chin cockily. He knew she's right, but he had other plans...
He sat awkwardly astride Aneira, the pure white mare. It neighed softly, encouraging him after the girl's degrading comment.
She, on the other hand, rode gracefully on the back of Tempest, the ebony stallion. It trotted long with the same arrogant air as its master.
"You wanna bet?" He raised an uncertain eyebrow.
"For me, it's not even a bet. It's robbery of your money if I do. I am more of a thief than a robber, not my style." She shrugged his dismissal with a flick of her ponytail. Funnily, Tempest flicked its own tail in a similar way.
"Whoever said I will bet on money?" Allen held Aneira still, still fearful of its sudden movements.
"Oh? Then what do you want to bet on?" She trotted around him mockingly, snickering at his awkwardness.
"If I win, I want 3 hours of your life."
She blinked and then shrugged it away. He's not going to win anyway. "Fine. If you insist. If I win, you must stop forcing me to eat forever."
He was about to object but then he smirked. "You must know I never lose in bets."
She raised an eyebrow. "You must know I never lose at speed."
"Fine. Then whoever returns to this white line first wins." Allen gestured beneath towards the ground. They were at the Chapman's oval race track, green grass surrounded the green tracks and a low white wall was on either side.
"Hmph, prepare to lose, Allen Walker." She smirked. Trotting over to the starting line, she prepared. "At the count of three."
"Wait." Allen interjected. "You have the advantage if you count. Won't you at least give yourself a handicap by letting me count?"
"Fine."
"1...2...3!"
Desdemona and Tempest shoot forwards in a flash of black. Allen blinked as he clenched onto Aneira while it trotted slowly on the race track. He smiled, she's amazing, isn't she?
That's her downfall. Her arrogance won't make her question his absence from behind her.
In a few moments, she was half way around the oval. Allen quickly stopped Aneira and turned her around by pulling on the reigns. Trotting back to the starting line, Allen watched as the girl covered three quarters of the race track. Back at the starting line, Allen signalled for Aneira to turn back to their original orientation and waited as the black-haired girl and horse shot past the pure white duo.
She turned with a triumphant smile. "You lose."
"No I don't" Allen said surely. "You said whoever returns to this white line first. I was the first one to return."
She blinked, and then realization settled in. "You...horrible...cheater..." She seethed through clenched teeth.
"Your three hours, is mine." Allen smiled.
She rode up to him with a threatening glare. Just as she was about to object with some witty comeback, she was suddenly jerked back. The two humans glanced down. Tempest was rubbing its neck with Aneira.
"Oh for heaven's sake, Tempest. Now's not the time to be lovey-dovey!" She frowned.
"God Dem, just because you lack romance in your life doesn't give you the right to stop them being a bit romantic." Allen retorted playfully.
The girl expertly jumped off Tempest and stormed away. "Hell, who needs romance?"
Allen clambered down and chased after the girl. "I do!"
She turned to look at him weirdly. "What the hell are you? A little girl in love?"
"Maybe not a little girl, but definitely in love." He nodded.
She didn't turn around to face him, but she smiled slightly.
"So...when can I claim my rightful 3 hours of your life?"
"Maybe later." She shrugged.
"Hey, question?"
"Hm?"
"Even though you are one, why are you nothing like a little girl in love?"
She turned around to hit him.
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