Disclaimer- I still don't own any of the 7th Heaven characters. Never have, never will.
a/n: to all of you reading this!!!!!!!! Please note that I'm gonna be on vaycay for over a week! And, if you can't already tell, this chapter is gonna be short b/c I'm supposed to be upstairs packing my bags…hehe. Enjoy!
Right away, Ruthie took note of how Victoria visibly seemed to soften. Her face turned from a sour scornful look, to one of tranquility. Her hips rocked back and forth with the four beat rhythm of the horses' walk. Her hands were soft, and every so often brushed Ace's silky black mane. Ruthie smiled softly to herself. She turned to face the other three girls. Right away, she noticed that they seemed to be too tense. "Relax your hips!" she called to them, a pang of annoyance shooting off as she caught sight of Lauren rolling her heavily lined eyes. "If you want to be able to ride well, you must learn to relax. You need to move your hips more to help push the horse along." She added, settling herself down on the mounting block.
As the lesson progressed, Ruthie found herself watching Victoria ride Ace more then instructing her. There was something about the way she and the horse worked together that just seemed to draw her eyes to them. This, of course, made Suzie, Lauren, and Jackie rather upset. They just couldn't understand why their flashy horses weren't getting them their shower of complements they were so used to. Ruthie told them to move into a trot. As she did so, she kept a critical eye on Lauren's feet. She noticed that she applied no pressure to her horse's stomach. Instead, she moved right to the crop. Ruthie stood up, annoyed. "Lauren! Use your feet, not your crop! That's what your feet and legs are there for!" she shouted, disgusted. Lauren made an unexpected gestured with her hands, and then dropped her crop to the ground. Ruthie ignored her.
[Victoria's POV]
This horse, Ace, is pretty damn good!
Probably didn't cost as much as those horses over there, but he could probably
whoop their asses if he wanted. This Ruthie woman is an ok teacher. I like how she keeps picking on the rich girls
and making them pissed. That's funny. I
bet when they get home they're gonna go crying to their daddies….I still don't
know why my parents sent me here. Like I'm not gonna find a good high here,
right? HA! What moron's. I bet someone could
hook me up. As a matter of fact, that's a good idea! Note to self: Call Sean.
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A/n: well?? Good? I thought the ending might tip you off a little for later chapters. Just remember to review! And don't forget, I promise when I get back from Arizona I'll update! Thanks!
-Camouflaged
