I know, I lied. A lot. At least I updated! Eventually...

I know this and the next chapter are really short, but I'm really lazy and haven't had time to write anything, which is what I get for staying at a friends w/o internet for two weeks and then getting sick all weekend. Oh, and my friend from New York was in town. Those are my excuses; if you want more, email me or HappeeGoLuckee.

Here's the disclaimer that I should have put up before... I kinda-sorta forgot.

Disclaimer: Hmmm... Let's see. Credit for the wonderful works of Terri Farley and unpleasant consequences, or no credit and a dull life? I'd take the consequences if my mother weren't standing over my shoulder.

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Fed Up: You'll Do What?

"If this works, I will ride Mocha to and from school wearing appropriate jeans, shirt, shoes, and hat."

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Rachel finished her proclamation and let it hang in the air while Jen and Ryan's mouths hung open.

Ryan was the first to recover. "You'll do what?"

She sighed impatiently. "I told you, I'll ride Mocha to and from school wearing appropriate attire for riding, picked out for me by our friend Jen here."

She lost patience after a minute of slack-jawed silence.

"Come on, it's not that amazing."

Jen finally regained use of her jaw. She gulped. "I hate to say this but you were right; this really is needful of dramatics, for you," she added hastily. "Not a horseperson."

Rachel was sneering at Jen when she realized Ryan was talking. She abruptly turned her attention to him and replaced her sneer with an attentive face.

"…believe you'd do something like that for Sam and Jake, let alone set the stakes that high for if we succeed. I don't know about Jen or Darrell, but that's enough incentive for me."

Jen nodded forcefully. "I'll do it as well."

As she walked towards Sky Ranger's stall, she muttered "I'd do almost anything to see that, let alone be the cause of it." Raising her voice, she called over her shoulder, "Ryan, are you coming?"

"One moment; I need to speak to my sister first."

Ryan turned back to his sister. "Are you sure you want to offer that much if we succeed? I mean, what about your reputation as a horse-hater?" He smiled mockingly.

Rachel shrugged prettily. "I can easily win back that reputation. All I'd have to do is make a few snide comments about Sam or Jen and people would have forgotten all about my little ride."

Ryan frowned and followed Jen into the barn.

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