Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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did he know why he was laying in the middle of the basket ball court? no. did he also have plans to get up from the basketball court and find something else to do or go home? also no. he had his hand up above his head, spinning a basketball around. he watched it was he lay there, getting caught up in the spinning of it. is this what his life was now? had he been reduced to being entertained by something so trivial? he grunted as he frowned, tossing the ball away with all the force he could as he sat up, watching the ball bounce across the court. he knew that he'd needed to clean up his behaviour but he was starting to wonder had he gone too far.
he knew that if he messed up again, his family would have no qualms about shipping him off again. he'd done that once. since then things hadn't been going all that great. he'd lost his apartment, ended up sleeping in his car before one of his older brothers had found out and offered him their couch for a while but he couldn't help but feel he was wearing out his welcome. they'd never been all that keen on him being around. with rafe, tripp cramped his style, jasper had kara and their baby now so who wanted a tag along hanging around.
he sighed as he stood up and purely out of lack of anything else to do he started unstacking the chairs that were tucked away in the corner of the room. what he planned on doing with them, he had no idea. he was only bored because he was waiting for his brother to finish working so he could drive him home and it was either wait until then or take the bus, he'd chosen the first option.
Deimos was bored. And grumpy. A usual combination for him - in fact, it was pretty much his daily self. He'd been lounging in bed, refusing to get up for most of the day until Shiloh had pounced on him, even started beating him over the head with a textbook. He'd drawn the line at that. He'd told her she was more than welcome to wake him up by a different kind of beating, but not the headache inducing kind. She'd scoffed at that and told him in his dreams - which sometimes it was. Hell he was a guy and his friend was hot, what was a lad to do. He'd heaved himself over to the girls room where he'd spent the rest of the day lounging in Theia's bed instead - much to her disgust. She'd also been trying to nap in it, but Dei took up a lot more space in a single bed, and she had less tolerance for him than Shi.
After being called a great heavy oaf for the 100th time, the final straw had been when Theia had tried to push him out of her bed and ended up kneeing him in his favourite area instead. Shi had tried to apologise on Theia's behalf - but Theia wasn't remotely sorry and Dei had had enough. He'd told them to give him a day to recover from their girly annoyingness and stormed off in his low slung joggers and t-shirt. Sometimes, girl mates, sucked - and not in the way he enjoyed. He moped his way out of the dorms, because there was nobody else worth talking to and he was moody - and let his feet take him where they thought he might best get some peace. It was late, and the sports hall was often quiet on Sundays - everyone having their day off before the clubs started up again. When he shoved open the doors and slouched in, he was met by a bright ginger beanpole haphazardly throwing about chairs. His brows furrowed, and he watched him for a second, weirded out by why the kid was doing it. "The fuck are you doing?" He asked, no anger in his voice despite the swear.
it was one of those moments that he really didn't care who saw what he was doing. he was bored shitless, he didn't really owe anyone much of an explanation and if he was caught by someone who actually had the authority to question him, he'd just throw his brother in the deep and and tell them that he'd told him to move them. it was as simple as that. it didn't take him long to figure out that he could leave a nice enough message written out in the chairs that he was unstacking so he started forming them to start spelling out letters.
he heard the door open behind him and he glanced over his shoulder and saw what he thought was a familiar brown mopped haired guy standing there asking him what he was doing. he narrowed his eyes a little as he tried to place the face. while he did that, he shrugged his shoulders a little and pulled another chair down from the pile. "redecorating." he said as he lined it up with the others. he stopped and fixed his gaze back on the other guy. "you're one of shiloh's friends ... aren't you?" the few times he'd seen the blonde haired bit.. girl had been at parties and he'd sworn he'd seen her hanging off this guys arm before.
He frowned - his usual signature expression as he drew closer to the red headed boy, hands shoved into his pockets, Dei raised his shoulders curiously. Some people were so damn weird. He didn't care about the guy spreading out chairs like he'd be told to get the hall ready for an assembly. Maybe he had - some kind of odd detention from the sports teacher who liked to pretend he was cool. He was better than some of the professors, but no teacher was genuinely cool.
"redecorating." Deimos raised an eyebrow, standing there like he was supervising the activity. "Don't you have a life?" He snorted, trying to place the face. He'd seen the kid hanging around Alexis - in fact if wasn't wrong, this odd ginger kid was the reason she'd kicked Dei out of her bed, they were dating or something along those lines. Dei had asked if they had to be monogamous but apparently that was part of 'dating'. "you're one of shiloh's friends ... aren't you?" Deimos' eyebrow rose a little more, as if it wasn't known who Shiloh and her inner circle were - part of him disliked being 'Shiloh's friend', the other part couldn't care a toss if he was known or not. But it was unusual for someone not to know who he was, being part of the Queen Bee's repertoire. "You been living under a rock?" Was his answer.
tripp stopped unstacking the chairs as he was watched from across the hall. he leaned against the back of one of the chairs and shrugged a little. "you're here too, don't you?" he asked as he looked about at the chairs he'd pulled apart, wondering if the message was a little clearer from above or whether it would be able to be figured out from ground level. if it couldn't, he'd need to get to a higher vantage point to take a picture to send to his brother to get him to hurry up.
he saw the eyebrow rise and almost scoffed a little. it was like he was almost expected to know who was standing in front of him. he knew of him but that was about it. he was sure he'd heard his name mentioned once or twice but he just couldn't recall it right now. "i'll bet you can't tell me my name, so why should i know who you are?." he said with his own roll of his eye as he walked across to another stack of chairs and he reached to pull the stack down so he could spell out the final word before he find out how to take the picture.
"you're here too, don't you?" Deimos frowned, waving a hand to the mess of chairs he's pulled out. "I'm not unstacking furniture?" He had better things to do than that. Well, he might be bored right now and a little on the war path to seek out entertainment but he wasn't that bored. Sometimes, him and the girls messed with stuff in the school, but they rarely pulled pranks - it was normally targeted at a certain individual to make their lives more miserable. Call it bullying, Deimos called it entertainment. He didn't see the point in messing with the school, it didn't attack anyone on a personal level which he much preferred. Sadistic perhaps as it sounded. You could blame his family for that approach.
"i'll bet you can't tell me my name, so why should i know who you are?" If possible Deimos' brows lowered further over his bright eyes, and he took another look over the guy - even though he'd clocked him already. He was surprisingly observant for someone that didn't care, but he didn't make a habit of keeping names in his brain that didn't matter. He would notice people that thought they were insignificant - if only so he could screw with them later. "You're Alisha's newest toy boy," He smirked, he might not know his name but he didn't need to - he was her most recent piece of meat, and he was pretty sure this boy was the reason Alisha had started turfing Dei from her bed. A shame, but he could pick someone else up easily enough. Then again, he tilted his head and swept a look over the guy, "Shame she's not prone to sharing," Which was a half truth - she'd shared before, but he had a feeling this one might be different.
he couldn't help but smirk a little as it was pointed out that only tripp was unstacking furniture. "maybe you just haven't been stuck here long enough." he said as he traced out the layout in his mind, hoping it was readable from wherever he could take the photo from. he could climb onto one of the basketball hoops or one of the ledges of the windows above the bleachers. that was always an option too.
well that was something at least, but it wasn't his name. tripp didn't make a habit of knowing people who couldn't be bothered with knowing him back. faces he knew, call it part of whatever training he'd been forced to go through while he'd been away at the school dustin had recommended to jasper, and while it had taught him some useful skills, the observation skill had never been one of his favorites. "that doesn't sound like my name." he pointed out once again but without enough feeling in it to give the impression he was going to push the matter or that he really cared. "depends what you're offering i guess." he said when he pointed out that alisha didn't like to share, and if he was being honest he enjoyed that feeling because it meant him and alisha were getting to each other in more than a physical sense.
"maybe you just haven't been stuck here long enough." Dei rolled his eyes, he'd been stuck here plenty, but he had to admit he quite enjoyed being at the university. He always had an easy place to put his head, it wasn't far for a drink, he was surrounded by a pick of good looking people most of the time, and his friends weren't too bad either. Dei frowned and watched the kid laying out the chairs and then looking at his artwork, and it twigged. "What are you drawing exactly?" He gave the chairs a disdainful look, as if they'd offended him.
"that doesn't sound like my name." No shit. Dei rolled his eyes and folded his arms, and then went to sit himself on one of the chairs. "Would you prefer 'Alisha's bitch'?" His mouth twitched into a smirk. He knew Alisha would like it. Perhaps he should suggest it to her when he next saw her. "depends what you're offering i guess." An eyebrow rose, unsure if he was being serious. He wasn't sure if the guy was bi or not, it wasn't always easy to tell unless someone was obvious. "whatever you might be brave enough to try."
tripp saw the eye roll and ignored it. he did know that he lacked the patience other people seemed to have but that wasn't something he could really help. he'd been born without the ability to wait and to sit still and be patient. he glanced in dei's direction and raised a brow when he asked what he was drawing. "do you need an anatomy lesson?" he said with a brow as he placed another chair.
he snorted when dei called him alisha's bitch and he shrugged slightly. "well alisha would like that." he said knowing that she'd get a kick out of it if he told her. which he probably would, it would make her smile and that was worth it. he raised a brow a little and he looked back at dei and he leaned his hands down on the back of one of the chairs he'd been setting out. "there's not much someone could suggest i wouldn't do." it was strange to see where this conversation was headed but was it weird he was willing to find out?
An eyebrow cocked as he waited on an answer. "do you need an anatomy lesson?" His brow drew down and he frowned, surveying the weird array of chairs and then looking back to Tripp with a fake look of concern. "What the fucked up shape is yours?" He shook his head slightly. "This is way more effort than it's worth, why didn't you just spray paint your idea of a dick on the walls?"
"well alisha would like that." His head tilted slightly, interesting that he didn't deny it, or seem particularly bothered by the name calling. "I'm sure she would, it's not too hard to please her." And he would know. He wandered along the line of chairs and glanced back over to Tripp, curious as to where he would go with his answer. Not many things made him curious, but this seemed to be one of them. Congrats to Tripp. "there's not much someone could suggest i wouldn't do." His head tilted and he surveyed Tripp, a slow smirk spreading his lips. "Interesting..." His eyebrows gave a slight rise. "perhaps the three of us should meet for drinks." Now this sounded like a night worth something.
he scoffed a little and raised a brow as he looked across at deimos. "show me a better shaped one out of chairs and then we'll compare." he said as he rolled his eyes, sliding the final chair into place before he stood back to inspect the work. it wasn't the best but he'd seen worse. not done with chairs though but the thought was there. he heard deimos again and he patted his jacket and his jeans pockets and then held up his hands a little. "fresh outta spray paint." he said with a hint of sarcasm.
it seemed to shock people when he was able to keep something from bothering him. there were some things that got his back up but name calling had never really been one of them. he'd grown up with bright red hair, he'd heard them all before. it wasn't until he'd started to grow up and fill out that the names had slowed right down. "can't disagree." he said, though there was nothing behind it. he was just genuinely glad that he'd finally found a girl he liked that didn't expect the world. there were too many bitches who craved drama and strife and he wasn't about that.
he wanted someone who could tell him what she wanted, he could work with that. he couldn't work with sly comments, hints dropped and needy. he looked up at dei and he nodded a little. "you know, i think i like the sound of that." he said as he leaned down on one of the backs of the chairs, as if putting the ball in the other mans court.
"show me a better shaped one out of chairs and then we'll compare." He snorted and rolled his eyes at that, "If you want to whip out the measuring tape talk to someone else, I don't need to compare.. I know mine's better." Because they were clearly still talking about chairs. He snorted at the kid's show of patting himself down, folding his arms as he watched. "fresh outta spray paint." A roll of his dark eyes, "How original," He mused, his eyes taking in the attempt once again and shaking his head. There were better things to be doing - and certainly better pranks to be had.
"can't disagree." Deimos had to admit he was faintly surprised by the lack of jealousy Tripp gave out. Deimos had slept with the majority of good looking people on campus - which actually wasn't as many as you would think, mostly because he had high standards and every now and then one of them would turn him down on his reputation. Some people thought it was gross that him and his friends had mostly all slept with each other - but when they were all so good looking and had ridiculously high sex drives it was bound to happen after a couple of drinks, and once it had happened once there was no harm in going back to it again.. and again and again. Deimos had found Alisha easy going, as a friend and more than. Never anything 'more than' than just sex, sometimes with Mal, sometimes without, but he'd liked that about her. She didn't expect things, and the only thing she demanded were respect - which he could agree with.
Dei paused at the end of the chairs, and then sat himself down in one, not caring if he wasn't meant to be there or if it ruined Tripp's picture. "you know, i think i like the sound of that." He looked over at Tripp and then gave him a slow surveying, taking his time to look the guy over, lingering where he felt like it. He did it on purpose; some people would blush, usually the nervous ones, and some would stand taller or puff their chests out with pride. It was easy to see what kind of person you were dealing with, plus it gave him an easy chance to look them over and what he was being offered. "So do I," He mused, tilting his head curiously. "So you're not the jealous type, to be willing to share..." It wasn't really a question but he gave him time to answer it before adding, "Have you ever been with a guy before?"
he smirked a little as dei snorted and he shrugged his shoulders slightly. he wasn't really in the mood for a pissing contest but it was more interesting that sitting talking to the walls while he waited. "i think the only person who can settle that, isn't in the room." he commented casually as he set the last chair he needed in position and then he stood back to survey it once more, deciding it was good enough and now all he needed to do was find the spot for the photo but that could wait till later, he knew his brother wouldn't be done any time soon. he watched as deimos sat in one of the chairs but he didn't say anything, at least not yet. if he was in the picture when he took it he'd just make sure to send a copy to alisha.
with his arms resting on the back of a chair he kept his eyes on dei, wondering where the conversation was headed but not unhappy about the direction. he knew about the groups reputation, and it was something he'd never had a problem with. he'd never bought into the whole one way of liking someone when he'd been growing up anyway, it wasn't something that had been pushed on him like it was some kids. probably because jasper was more focused on keeping them out of trouble than he was about toting on about morals and such shit. "never seen the point in being green eyed." he said with a shrug, he knew he liked alisha and that she liked him and he was secure in that, if people thought he was weird for thinking that then he didn't care.
he pushed off from the back of the chair and walked to the bleachers as deimos asked him the next question. "not had the pleasure." he commented as he jogged up the steps to the top of the bleachers and took his phone out and he took the photo, making sure to include deimos in the frame. "are you offering?" he said a little louder so his voice carried the vaster space between them now. he jogged back down the stairs, sending the photo to alisha as he did with a laughing emoji. reaching the bottom of the bleachers he turned his phone around so deimos could see the photo. "look, it's dick on dick."
"i think the only person who can settle that, isn't in the room." Dei hummed slightly, but his expression didn't reflect any emotion. He was good at internalising, it was a skill he could put on his CV - chuck him all the difficult customers all he'd do is find it entertaining. "Shame..." He simply commented, his mind drifting momentarily to what they could be getting up to instead - it would be much more interesting that watching Tripp move chairs around in a childish imitation of a prank. Sighing, he allowed himself to sink further down in the chair, yawning wide and stretching his arms above his head - the movement flashed a strip of his toned lower stomach as his shirt rode up.
He was testing Tripp a little, nudging the waters. He had already sort of been accepted into the group considering he hung out with them - Alisha hadn't really given them a choice regardless, but Dei had no trouble scoping him out. Was he worth her, realistically only she could decide that. "never seen the point in being green eyed." Dei raised a brow but gave a slight nod, "why be jealous when you can join." He muttered. He didn't see the point in it either - just move on and find someone better, or if you couldn't share then join. But then he didn't do relationships, too busy being the one breaking hearts and making people jealous.
"not had the pleasure." Dei pursed his lips slightly. He hadn't thought Tripp was into guys but this was an interesting development for sure. Fresh meat too. He could end up hating it - some guys did, they thought they wanted it and then they realised they couldn't do it. It was why Dei generally went for seasoned bisexuals or gays, people that knew what they wanted, but he could make an exception. "are you offering?" Dei stayed sat where he was, tilting his head but he didn't look up to see if Tripp was about to fall and break his neck. "It doesn't work like that, this isn't a service, and I don't hand out freebies." He snorted. "If you're interested, we can meet for drinks, see if shit gets too real for you.""look, it's dick on dick." Dei rolled his eyes and stood, stretching again and pushing his hair off his forehead. "I'll show you dick on dick," He muttered, "And it's a lot more interesting than that."
he really wasn't sure where this had sprung from. one moment he was talking to dei about pointless shit and then the next it was turning it something of a different conversation. not that tripp was complaining, not in the slightest. which again surprised him a little because while he'd never been sure he was straight really, he certainly hadn't put much thought into whether he like guys or not before. at the moment he was just alisha sexual and that was more than enough for him. he glanced when dei slunk down into the chair a little and he coudn't help but follow the lines of his chest down to the bare skin and the trail that led further down his body. he glanced away to finish what he was doing but he couldn't deny that he was curious to see further down. "well i'm sure she'd love to answer her phone if you really want to know." he said with a slight roll of his eye as he started finishing off what he was doing with the chairs, making sure it was fine before he took the picture.
"to be fair i've never thought of joining before." he said honestly, there was no point in lying about any of it. if it was headed where the conversation was pointing to it would become painfully clear that he didn't know anything about anything, apart from alisha. tripp snorted slightly and couldn't help but jab a little at the opening dei had given him for an insult. whatever was happening back and forth between them, most of their communication had been jabs at each other and tripp rather enjoyed it, he didn't like politeness and he wasn't one for airs and graces. give him an argument or a banter any day than pleasantries and niceness. "no freebies, got it. so how much do you charge an hour?" he asked casually as he climbed to the top of the bleachers to take his photo before he headed back down to the court.
he reached the bottom of the stairs as dei stood and stretched again and once more tripp found his eyes drifting downwards for a moment. they were standing almost face to face now, just a few feet between them. he raised his brow a little as he slipped his phone back into his pocket after showing dei the photo and he couldn't help but smirk slightly. "i thought you didn't give freebies?" he joked as he folded his arms over his chest a little, the move causing his arms to bulge a little, his shirt straining a little from the tension. "until you show me, i'll just have to use the photo."
