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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Bambi hated to admit it, she was feeling a little nervous. It was not something that she felt often, and the young woman had gotten very good at detaching from her emotions when it came down to it. But the second that she had been assigned to go down to the docks to ask about the availability of party boats and how well heated they could be, well, Bambi wanted to die. It wasn't because the docks felt rickety and creaky, it wasn't the smell of the ocean or the salty breeze, and all in all, it wasn't because of the people because quite frankly, a majority of them were fucking hot and she could watch them all day. But there was one person, okay maybe two since Aria Martin worked there now, that she feared running into: Ivey Kinsley.
Her beloved 'K'. The Tam Tam to her Bam Bam. Her Ee-Vee. But the girl was none of those things any more. She was nothing to Bambi, or so that was what Bambi kept on insisting. Ivey was nothing to her. She was weird. She was a nerd, she could have had it all and decided to throw it all away like it was nothing. She hung out with the likes of Wynnie Moriarty and possibly Aria fucking Beck Martin now. Every time Ivey Kinsley was brought up, by Flora, by Shiloh, by Alisha, it didn't matter to, Bambi denied association. They were not friends. And they weren't, right? But it hurt all the same. There was an ugly, gapping hole that lingered in her heart that she always attempted to dose with alcohol and set fire to. The young woman always tried to burn Ivey Kinsley out and she couldn't.
And now, she was in an uber going to her, quite possibly. A sigh escaped her as she wistfully looked out the window. Bambi didn't understand what went wrong, why her best friend drifted away just like that. It was suppose to be them against the world, to take on Hickstead and rule it with an iron fist. And it didn't turn out that way, now when Bambi was with her new friends, she was stuck hurling insults as the former and bitchy snide remarks. But they hurt, they cut deep and Bambi, secretly, was getting tired of it. Not being in the circle, she still loved it, but she was getting tired of having to make Ivey an enemy, even with her betrayal and abandonment. While she wouldn't admit it to anyone, because it made her weak, she wanted Ivey back in her life.
But that wouldn't work, and as the Uber came to a halt, Bambi had to hope for the best. Maybe she would be lucky, maybe she would get Elodie Whitlock's brother. Honestly, Bambi wouldn't say no to Elodie either, but she had a hard time figuring out what way the girl swung. But Perry she knew. Anybody with cheekbones that sharp, the sexy kind that could cut glass, Bambi did her research on and she had been utterly ecstatic to find out that he was not immune to girls. Had she interacted on these whims? No, but maybe today was the day, maybe she'd get to flirt with Perry Whitlock while looking at stupid heated party boats and it would get sexy. Her imagination got the best of her, that playful smirk dancing across her features as she marched down the dock and into the office. And who did she find?
Not fucking Perry Whitlock. Unfortunately.
A familiar blonde girl sat behind the desk and Bambi wanted to die. Could she back out? She took a step back, but this was childish. If the door opening hadn't given her away, the fucking floor board just did. Feeling defeat, a sigh escaped her and she reversed course. Straightening her back, she pulled her shoulders back and stuck her chest out - the ole power move that got her through everything. Bambi Pelner was a boss ass bitch. She marched right up to the desk and looked down at the blonde girl and only uttered one word, "Ivey."
I can't help that I need it all - The primadonna life: the rise and fall. You say that I'm kinda difficult, But I swear it's always someone else's fault
thanks aofie!
Nineteen . Student - Business & Sociology . LGBTQ+ . Single Member of SHILOH EVELYN JENSEN 's clique
January had been busy, more than Ivey expected it to be. She had been enjoying the work though, finding time to learn as much as she could from Cal and Christian. The two men, while more of the mechanical side of it all – still humored Ivey by allowing her to look over the barnacles and other critters that popped up. If anything, the job had allowed her to network with some amazing folks. One, being a future professor of hers.
She was texting her mom about the good news of getting a lot of her classes transferred. With a big grin on her face, Ivey was lost in her world before an ice pick came at her. Usually, Ivey would give a big greeting – all bubbly and welcoming. But the voice that greeted her didn’t welcome that kind of thing.
Instead, Ivey looked at her phone for a moment, before clicking the power button to turn the screen dark. She looked up, reading like some bored teen. “Hello, welcome to the bait shop. What can I do to help you?”
Somebody could probably stab through the tension in the office with a knife and still have plenty left over. Chocolate brown eyes couldn't help but to flicker to Ivey's phone, catching the end of some conversation to her mom and a flash of a background picture that she didn't recognize before the phone went black. It was weird, Bambi remembered a time when that phone's background rotated through selfies of the two of them month after month. Now it was something she didn't even recognize. The time it took for Ivey Kingsley to look up from her phone felt like it was taking forever, so much that Bambi almost wanted to reach across the desk and just shake her.
But as soon as those blue green eyes looked up to meet her gaze, Bambi felt like she had been better off when her ex-best friend had just been looking at her phone: "Hello, welcome to the bait shop. What can I do to help you?” Bambi's brow furrowed, heat rising to her face. That was a look she knew all too well, yet never before had she been on the receiving end of it. That was the look that had been reserved for the peons of Greenwich Middle and High School, not for her. And just like that, Bambi forgot all about Shiloh's (or was it one of the other girls?) request for a fucking party yacht. The young woman straight, bristling almost as she folded her arms over her chest. Invisible armor up and ready for poise, "Piper says you're leaving. Why?" Because she certainly didn't buy that bullshit over a better program.
I can't help that I need it all - The primadonna life: the rise and fall. You say that I'm kinda difficult, But I swear it's always someone else's fault
thanks aofie!
Nineteen . Student - Business & Sociology . LGBTQ+ . Single Member of SHILOH EVELYN JENSEN 's clique
“I’m pretty sure that’s not why you came here,” Ivey said, giving a bit of scoff laugh. Bambi tended to only involve Ivey, at least recently, if it was to point at her for a joke. Or it was just bad luck that she was here when Bambi needed an actual thing for whatever her overlord asked of her.
Honestly, it wasn’t a surprise that Bambi would know. Things moved around a lot in the university circle. Thankfully, Piper was smart enough to not drop the other half of the truth. She starched her arms and leaned back in her stool, teetering on the back legs. Ivey rested there for a brief moment before floating the front legs back down.
“I’ll counter you with this. Why do you even care?” Ivey said, showing no sign of fear. But deep inside she wanted to grab Bambi by the head and make it meet the glass display case. Not for the fact of the mean words or anything, just to knock some sense into her. “I mean.. wouldn't your school life be better anyway?” It felt that way at least.
Hearing her former best friend scoff at her was a little bit rattling to Bambi Pelner. It had been such a simple action on Ivey's part, and yet, it might as well been a brick to the face or a knife to the heart. The young woman supposed she might have deserved that though, it's not as if she had been best friend of the year since they moved to Hickstead together - their brilliant high school dreams shattered. It was annoying that Ivey could see right through her though given that it had been true, interrogating her had not been the reason. She folded her arms, either in defiance or uncomfortableness, Bambi wasn't sure, but the motion felt like armor anyway, "It's not, but it doesn't matter now."
That party boat could go on hold, and so could tracking down Perry Whitlock to flirt with. Either of those two things or situations seemed to matter now to Bambi, only the girl in front of her. It felt like destiny that Piper Kita-Ledor dropped that bomb on her just a few days ago and now she was here, facing down that very bomb. Chocolate brown eyes watched the other girl, looking so cool and poised as she leaned back in the stool with impeccable balance and grace. Watching her, Bambi felt both jealousy and heartache, that stupid yearning that never seemed to go away even with a bottle of red wine and an empty stomach.
She watched as those legs came down, and then came the cutting words: “I’ll counter you with this. Why do you even care? I mean.. wouldn't your school life be better anyway?” Bambi could feel herself bristle at being put on the spot. Normally the spotlight was something she loved and flourished in, but not in this situation it. It felt like Ivey was putting her on trial. Maybe it was fair, maybe she deserved it, "Why do I care?" Bambi had never been so tempted to dance around a subject before, "Because..." Her chocolate brown eyes looked away, trying to find the words. Because you were my ride and die. Because I would have done anything for you. Because you were and, maybe still are, my soulmate. And yet, none of those thoughts came tumbling out, "Because I just do."
Gods, that was so lame of her, "Look I admit...I haven't been the greatest friend. I thought we had this whole plan together and then you just...went a different way. But that doesn't mean..." again, words were lost on Bambi. Frustration cracked into her features now, the ones that she always tried so hard to keep perfect and poised, "Whatever. It doesn't matter. You're dodging my question."
I can't help that I need it all - The primadonna life: the rise and fall. You say that I'm kinda difficult, But I swear it's always someone else's fault
thanks aofie!
Nineteen . Student - Business & Sociology . LGBTQ+ . Single Member of SHILOH EVELYN JENSEN 's clique
Ivey had to take a deep breath, close her eyes, and release the breath before opening them again. She abruptly stood up and disappeared behind a door for a moment. Ivey reappeared with a tall, blonde-haired man. Her boss appeared to give Bambi a bit of a side eye before taking a seat where Ivey was.
The blonde woman walked around the counter grabbed Bambi’s arm and began dragging her out towards the parking lot. “If you’re going to start questioning me at work, you’ll do it while I’m at lunch.” She stopped short at her car and turned towards Bambi.
“I’m leaving, because of you.” She spoke. Her face was a bit flat, but she wanted to blow up so hard. She wanted to scream, but she was still on company property. “Do you know how hard my life has been since we split? The constant bullying from your stupid crew? My mental health and physical health have been almost a fucking crisis because of you and your stupid friends.” Ivey made sure to air-quote friends. Because were they even friends?
“I have a lot of new friends, but constantly seeing you around – is fucking me up, Bambi. Do I wish we were still able to talk to each other? Yes! I want to talk to you so bad, Bambi!” Ivey bit her lip, something she always did when she was near breaking point. “The stress is making me sick.”
Watching Ivey close her eyes and take a deep breathe, the young woman knew she had accidently struck a nerve. It truthfully had not been intentional, but just like her conversations with Piper Ledor-Kita, it felt as if no matter what Bambi said or did, she would be annoying the blonde girl before her. What happened next felt like a whirlwind as her former best friend stood up abruptly with such force, it was shocking the chair didn't topple over. Chocolate brown eyes simply watched her move around now and disappear, feeling a little weary until Ivey reshowed up with a hot, blonde man who was giving her a dirty look. Unperturbed, Bambi merely glowered right back at him.
She might have said something it if it wasn't for a surprisingly firm grip around her arm now. Bambi startled, "Hey! What the-" but she could barely get any words in before Ivey was hauling her out of the office, down the ramp, and out to the parking lot where it was cold. The young woman could feel her face flush, a burning sensation creeping over her cheeks - praying to the gods it was because of the bitter, Hickstead cold in combination with the sea salt air and wind chill verses the proximity of her former best friend. They came to a stop, where Bambi nearly collided into her before Ivey whipped around to bite into her: “I’m leaving, because of you.”
Well, that was a bit unexpected, "Excuse me?" The young woman was baffled, quite uncertain of what she was hearing. Surely, this was not what Piper had meant in the tea shop when she said that Ivey was transferring schools. Bambi felt perplexed and utterly dumbfounded, already feeling her defenses going up, "But I haven't done anything to you!" Granted, she hadn't exactly done anything to stop the accusations either - she knew well enough what Shiloh and some of the others have said, and she had certainly been there for the looks and the cruel laughter. Bambi hadn't done shit, but that didn't mean she had a clean slate either. But apparently that wasn't all of it: “I have a lot of new friends, but constantly seeing you around – is fucking me up, Bambi. Do I wish we were still able to talk to each other? Yes! I want to talk to you so bad, Bambi!” And then that biting lip, "The stress is making me sick.”
This was not how Bambi had imagined her day going - maybe she should have realized it had been in the cards though. Her conversations with Piper. Shiloh telling her to go to the Marina. There were probably countless other signs that Bambi had ignored - all leading to this. Those words were a lot to take in, all this time, the young woman had merely thought the blonde had been fine - she certainly had acted like she didn't need Bambi anymore. Could she had been so wrong though? Well, clearly she had. And yet, Bambi was annoyed that she was being portrayed as the villain, "Well, I miss talking to you too! Being with you...What happened, Ivey? I thought it was suppose to be you and I taking on Hickstead, together. Just like middle school and high school. Bam Bam and Ev-Vee against the world. I don't get what changed."
Bambi really didn't think she was any different than she had been back then. Was it really just Shiloh and her Crew? Was the Clique really that horrendous? The young woman crossed her arms now, acting defiant even though her eyes burned a little now, and Bambi rapidly blinked away the tears, "Do I really make you that sick? That you can't even possibly handle being on the same campus at me?"
I can't help that I need it all - The primadonna life: the rise and fall. You say that I'm kinda difficult, But I swear it's always someone else's fault
thanks aofie!
Nineteen . Student - Business & Sociology . LGBTQ+ . Single Member of SHILOH EVELYN JENSEN 's clique
“It's called silence is the truth. No standing up, no prevention. Just standing there like a puppet trying to prove yourself. And what happened?! I fucking grew the fuck up is what happened! I realized I don't need the validation of anyone other than myself!” Tears bubbled up, stinging her skin. “It's also called guilt. Realizing the actions we did in high school caused a girl to kill herself. If that isn't something to wake you up…I don't know what will.”
Maybe it was because back then Ivey knew only her world mattered. Gravity circled around her, like the planets around the sun. But when her name was brought up as one of the reasons Dorothy Martin drugged herself to death, that left such a nasty taste and feeling. That's when Ivey realized she controlled a lot more than she thought. It brought her to the point where she wrote a long letter to the Martin family, and faced them over the phone. She took the blame better than she thought, but it led to the family not necessarily forgiving her - but lessened their judgment. Hell, Ivey would be okay if they never graced her with forgiveness. She wouldn't blame them.
Ivey wiped her cheeks before leaning against her car, arms crossed. “It's the constant reminder of what we had, but also realizing that you'll possibly never change…plus, my body is…not okay, Bambi. My doctors have said if I cannot handle my stress better - it'll kill me. I can't be walking on eggshells Bambi. It's not just you, but I won't lie. A good chunk of it is because of you, because of us. Because I don't think I'll ever be able to tell you something without you using it against me as some sick entertainment.”
