It took me a few minutes to realize where I was when I woke up the next morning. Sunlight streamed through the window and directly into my eyes. I could feel Dally's breath against my neck but he was sleeping like a rock. I rolled over and looked at the clock, 9:30, boy was Pony gonna be pissed. I'd promised I'd meet him at the fairgrounds at about 8:00. I quickly pulled on my jeans and tank top from the night before, before heading out to my car. It was a beat up old Mustang Convertible but I loved it. I cruised along the highway just thinking about the night before. My friends hadn't lied; Dally was great in bed, especially for my first time. He was just what I needed, he wasn't going to get all romantic on me or jealous, he was just gonna be him, Dallas Winston, Mr. Don't Give a Shit.
I turned into the parking lot and jumped out almost before the car even stopped. I sprinted to the barn where I knew I'd most likely find Pony. Sure enough there he was, down at the other end grooming the horse he was showing, Moonlight Jazz.
"Late night, Izzie?" he called without even looking up. He could do that; know who it is without ever looking. Kind of freaky sometimes.
"Sorry I got really distracted and fell asleep at Derrick's and I didn't even wake up until 9:30," I quickly replied, hoping he didn't ask any questions. It wasn't that I wanted to hide the fact that I had slept with Dally. No actually I was.
"Yeah? Who was the guy?" Damn. Trust Pony to cut right to the bottom line.
"Just some guy. You probably don't know him. He was nice though," I lied. Hopefully Dally would know how to keep his mouth shut too.
"Nice? Don't you mean good?" he asked and right then I knew he wasn't mad. Like I said, Ponyboy never could stay mad at me.
"Haha," I replied dryly.
"I just tell it like it is," he said with a grin. "Now put yourself to use and grab my tack for me. Our class is in half-an-hour."
"Sure I guess that's all I am to huh? Your slave?" I mumbled grumpily, even though I wasn't.
"Yep, so get to it, slave," he replied with a laugh. I wandered across the aisle into the makeshift tackroom and retrieved his huge, western saddle. It was gorgeous, with silver all over it. I didn't know how Two-Bit and Soda Pop had afforded it but my guess is Two-Bit didn't get his name for nothin'. Pony quickly finished taking Jazz up and then led him out to the warm-up ring. I watched from behind the fence as he quickly put the gorgeous, black Quarter Horse through his paces.
"You left early this morning." I turned around and was surprised to find myself once again face-to-face with Dally.
"Sorry I promised Pony I'd be here at eight and it was already nine thirty. Didn't expect to see you here," I quickly replied, hoping he'd just leave, no such luck though.
"Understandable I suppose," he said as he lifted himself onto the fence. His muscles bulged underneath his tight, black t-shirt and made my stomach flip-over a little bit.
"You still didn't tell me why you're here," I said curiously. It wasn't like Dally to come around horse shows unless he was ridin' and I didn't think he would be today.
"I promised Pony I'd come out and see him go. He says I'm good luck," Dally replied, scanning the ring for Ponyboy, who we couldn't see through all the dust that had been stirred up.
"That's cool. Well I've got to go find Soda and make sure he's not stealing any of the horses," I said jokingly, just wanting to get away from Dally. I didn't want to make Pony suspicious in the least.
"Have fun!" Dally called to my retreating back. I waved a hand to show I heard him and then started to jog away. I didn't stop running until I hit the other side of the show grounds where they had the English stuff at, jumping and flat work, that kind of thing. I'd always wanted to learn to jump and I'd been beggin' Pony to find someone to teach me how but he never did. I always pictured myself on an expensive Warmblood or even a Thoroughbred, I didn't care which. I'd been riding almost as long as Pony had since we were raised together but I didn't love it the way he did. I just liked the jumping part. Anyways, I settled myself on the top of the bleachers and watched as one girl cantered elegantly around the ring.
"Hey, Izzie, what's up?" I looked up and saw Soda Pop leaning over me. When I had said I was gonna go find Soda I didn't think I actually would, especially not in the English area.
"Soda? What are you doing here?" I asked, slightly confused.
"Am I not allowed to come and watch some rounds?" he asked defensively.
"Yeah but I never pictured you for a jumping person."
"Truthfully I'm not but see there's this girl and-"
"Say no more. I get it now."
"Yeah, well, what about you? You came in awfully late this morning," Soda replied, turning the tables on me. He always managed to do that.
"You always do that," he remarked.
"Always do what?" I asked absentmindedly not really paying attention to him.
"Run your hand through your hair if somethin's on your mind and you're nervous about it," he stated matter-of-factly. I paused and noticed he was right. I was running a hand through my short, deep auburn hair.
A/N: yes not very good right now but please be kind I'm working on it but I've been so busy I'm thinking about rewriting it so just let me know what you guys think of it BUT BE NICE thanks!
