The Bad Boy Stole My Tampons

Bye Bye Bad Boy

"I bet your dying to kiss me." He said

"I wouldn't kiss a guy like you if my life depended on it." I said

"Don't worry, you'll come around. They always do." He said

I looked at his clock and saw it was 9:30.

"Fine." I said

"That was easier then I thought." He said

"No I'm not gonna kiss you...gross. I meant fine, I'll be back. I'm taking a riding day." I said

"Riding day?" Pan asked

"I'm going down to the hickory stables to ride my horse." I said

"You have your own horse?" Drop out asked

"Yea, I'm a rodeo girl, what do you expect?" I asked

"I don't know." Drop out said

"Are you any good?" Pan asked

"Again, ro-de-o." I said separating the syllables

"Oh." He said

"I'll be back." I said

"Okay. But you're not getting your bag back." Pretty boy smirked

"We'll see." I said

I put all of the puppies back inside and turned around. I was about to climb out the window, when Pretty boy's hands grabbed my hips, and jerked me backwards into his abs.

"The only way you're getting your bag back..." He started

"Bye pretty boy." I said hopping out the window, into mine

I closed the curtains, closed the blinds, and shut the window. Before getting dressed in my rodeo shirt, a pair of bootcut jeans, and my boots, attaching my spurs to my boots, and pulled on my choker.

"Bye momma, bye daddy, I'm going to ride Dally!" I called

"Bye Blaire!" They called

"I'm taking the black truck!" I called

I grabbed the keys to the black truck and hopped in the truck.

I rode down to Hickory stables and walked up to a middle aged woman brushing a horse.

"Hi, are you Heather Harper?" I asked her

"Yes I am, what can I do for you?" She says

"I'm Blaire Farmer, my mom came by Thursday to drop off my horse." I said

"Ah yes, the gorgeous black and white American paint horse." She said

"That's him. I was wondering if you could show me where he is." I said

"Of course. Follow me." She smiled

"He's out in the pasture right now, I tried to take one of my horses out to the pasture, my horse stays in the stall beside his, and when I took my horse, he was bucking and neighing so I took him out too." She said

"He gets lonely. Speaking of which, I will come by everyday after school to brush him and feed him, and will come ride him at least once during the weekend." I told her

"That's great." She said

"There he is." She pointed to the pasture

I saw Dally trotting around with a beautiful brown Arabian horse.

"He sure looks happy. I see he made a friend." I smiled

"Oh yea, that's the horse I was talking about. That's my horse Brianna." Ms Harper said