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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"Clearly, I'm the spoon in the knife drawer." Alisha gave her a withering glare, yeah something like that. Probably not even a spoon, given that Alisha could quite easily use that as a weapon as she could a knife or fork. If she were angry enough, she could probably use anything, realistically. She had been known to wave a utensil around like wielding a weapon when she was in a mood, but she was yet to stab anyone, so she had that going for her.
Some might ask why she was telling Wynnie this. She didn't have to, didn't owe Wynnie shit, especially not an explanation or a window peak into her life or her past. Not many people knew where Alisha came from, or what she'd crawled out of, and she intended to keep it that way. Her parents hadn't had a penny to their name, and when they did, it was spent on crack - food was a lucky spare thought. They'd gone and gotten themselves into some miserable shit, and in the end it had killed them both. Sometimes it felt like years ago, like she'd just been a kid, when really it was only a few years ago. She'd been sixteen when her parents had been shot for the debt they owed the dealer, she'd already been looking after herself since she was a child, she was good at looking after herself. She felt like she was falling apart a little right then though, trying hard to hold on. Maybe it seemed odd that she'd only been given one thing by her mother in all sixteen years, but she'd never had birthdays of Christmas presents, they couldn't afford them.
"I'm sorry, Alisha,""Don't." The word was firm, almost a snap. She didn't want or need bullshit apologies or sympathy from Wynnie of all people. "Had I known it was your mom's, I wouldn't have done that." Alisha still didn't look at her, looking instead at the hopeless array of shattering pieces. Maybe it was good, to be rid of it, considering what a shitty parent her mother had been. "Because it's okay to break shit when the person is alive." She countered, as if Tripp had all the money in the world, as if that hadn't cost a fortune. "Get the fuck out." She finally look at Wynnie, fury burning in her gaze. "Good luck finding your shit."
She did not enjoy having to bend down in front of Wynnie to collect the shattered figurine, but she had no choice. She could have left it there, could have shown no emotion and let Wynnie slowly wither as she realised that her temper tantrum had had no effect on her ex-roomie. Could have waited until Wynnie left until she collapsed to her knees and gathered the pieces, at least then a little tear wouldn't cost her reputation. Instead, her sentimentality, her emotions had grabbed hold of her for a moment and thrown her down to the floor to collect them now. At least she still had presence of mind to hold back the tears, there was no way she was letting Wynnie see that shit.
"Tripp can just get you a new one, or...was he not the one who gave that to you?" Alisha finished collecting the pieces, feeling small pricks and slices as the sharp edges jostled in her cupped hands and caught her skin. "Oh the penny finally dropped, did it." Alisha's voice still cold as the ice around her heart as she stood. "Should have known it would take a while, we both know you're not the sharpest tool in the box." The insults were automatic, firing out of her mouth as her temper impossibly rose. That heavy feeling of dread for the breaking of her ornament bringing the fires of her anger to ridiculous levels.
Alisha walked over to her desk, carefully laying the broken sharks on the wooden top with a hopeless gaze. There was no hope of fixing that, there were too many tiny pieces and some of it must have turned to dust in the carpet that she could never get back. "It was a gift from my mother," She explained, no question in her mind as to why she was bothering to tell this girl. "The only present she ever gave me." Which seemed insane given how long she had been with her parents until their untimely death. "And before you amend your sentence, no, she can't just get me a new one, she's dead." The words were blunt, hiding the hurt it was just to say those words. Even after all these years.
Alisha wasn't overly a fan of the look Wynnie responded with and her eyes narrowed slightly. But she refrained. It would be easy, really, to completely ruin a life. They'd done it before, once or twice, when shit got really bad, but the crew had to get a real shove for that drastic an action. To ruin a life was abm big deal, and they had morals. To a point. Still, the thread was usually enough. Thing was it just took a few well placed lies, a little bit of evidence and wham. Job done. Still ...as tempting as it was to prove a point.... Alisha gave Wynnie a hard look but then shrugged it off. Not worth the effort. At least, not right now.
Alisha met her gaze with a cool one of her own. She wasn't about to lose a stare down to this piece of trash. Who did Wynnie think she was talking to? Fucking Whinnie the Pooh? "Sorry Alisha. That was the wrong fucking answer." Her eyes narrowed for a moment, waiting to see what the girl meant, until she flicked the figurine. It was automatic, the finch. Not because she was scared, or because she thought it was aimed at her, but because that damn stupid little ornament meant more to her than the entire contents of her room. For a moment, everything went still, like the air was sucked from the room as Alisha stared at the pieces of the only thing left of her mother. A range of emotions went through her, all thoughts of her little game broke into the same smithereens as her figurine.
"You fucking bitch." It was the kind of thing you'd have expected her to shout. But she didn't, it came out low, as cold as an Artic frost. She stood slowly, deliberately, crossing the room, her eyes still on the pieces until she was a few paces from Wynnie. Only then did she tear her eyes away. The cold of her glare could have frozen a sun. And for a moment, just a moment, her right hand curled into a fist. Her jaw clenched, her shoulders tensed, and as she stared at the girl, she felt for a second that she was ready to kill her. That she was about to absolutely deck her. How easy it would be to pick up a piece and slam the shard into her windpipe.
But instead she crouched down, swallowing hard against the emotions that threatened, turning her head away from Wynnie as she oh so carefully collected each treasured piece and held them in a cupped hand. No matter the sharpness of the edges. "You have no idea what you've done." and she really didn't. Anything else in the room, she would have tortured her for out of principle but it didn't really matter. Now? Now though it was damn fucking personal. She would pay for this. She would never live this down. Wynnie was going to regret the day she ever even walked into this university for what she had done.
She watched the young woman for a moment, her expression remaining the same; victorious and triumphant. She just could not help herself, it was too much fun to play these games. Maybe if she'd had a different life she could have been a nice girl, she had the capacity - given that she had friends and all that, and she had a boyfriend who she loved, but she hadn't grown up in a cookie cutter environment, she hadn't been born into that apple pie slice of life with the perfect mum and dad and baby sibling. This was what the world had made her, and in all honesty she wouldn't change it - the world was cruel and mean, and you couldn't be nice if you wanted to make it anywhere. She liked having bite, and being able to look after herself, to defend herself, and she enjoyed making people squirm.
"Yeah, well I don't do whipped boys so the feeling's mutual." Alisha chuckled at that and gave a languid shrug. "They don't do whipped, but I'm sure they'd love to hear your theory." She smirked at that, knowing exactly the kind of response that Dei and Tripp would both give her; and it sure as shit wouldn't be pleasant. Some might see it has whipped perhaps, or under the thumb, but Alisha and her friends were close as shit, and always had each others backs - even if they were wrong. They might tell each other they were wrong, but they'd still stand at their sides and fight the opposition. In it together, for the long haul, no matter what. That was why they did shit for each other - because they were each other's family. "Is that all you have? The same fucking threat about ruining my life just spelled out in different ways? Like, I get it Alisha. You're powerful and have friends and can end up my life. But the reality of this whole situation is that you still haven't told me where my stuff is. Which quite frankly, is annoying."
Alisha snorted again and rolled her eyes, but her smile widened significantly, she gave a dramatic sigh and then another shrug, enjoying winding her up far too much. The more that Wynnie reacted, the more Lis got what she wanted. "It seems you need more than just a reminder then..." She mused, wondering if it was time to put into plan some of what she could do to the young woman. "I've told you, I have no idea." Let Wynnie got and find her shit herself, she was giving her nothing. She watched the girl walk across the room, wondering if she was going to try and start a proper fight or something equally ridiculous. Bring it, Alisha knew how to fight dirty - she'd been in that low of a situation before. Her eyes narrowed however, as she zoned in on where her roommate was heading. She remained relaxed on the outside, even as her insides froze. She had several trinkets from friends and from Tripp, and she prized them, and she loved them - but there was one thing on that shelf that meant to most, one thing that she couldn't stand to see broken. "Tell me where my stuff is and I won't start making your stuff disappear in front of your eyes." Her eyes iced but she made no move, to show too much emotion would make it obvious. "You do anything of the sort, and I'll start removing your apendages..."
She pretended not to notice the girl's moment of consideration, but she couldn't help being disappointed that Wynter didn't immediately blow up. She'd been hoping for some tears, maybe a little rage. This was much less dramatic and somewhat below par. Perhaps it would be a slow burner. "It's not my fault that the new head of student life didn't feel like taking your stupid bribery to turn a two person room into a single suite for the school year. And I certainly didn't need your fucking help with moving out." Oop, a little swear that time. Alisha's lips curled upwards in a sick triumph. She just loved fucking with people. It was unfortunate for Wynter she had to be one of them, but she should have fought harder to fix that whilst she'd had the chance. "Well, you could have fooled me." She turned her nose up pretentiously, ignoring the comment of the bribe. There had been one, though not with her money naturally - or lack thereof. It usually stuck well but it clearly hadn't on this occasion. That was another matter entirely that Shiloh had in hand to deal with.
Alisha arched a brow at the snort, daring her to comment. And so Wynter kindly obliged. "Why do I feel like I need to pay a visit to Tripp and Dei?" A roll of her eyes at that. "You may visit them all you like, but I don't think there'd appreciate it." She smirked and made a show of looking the girl up and down. "They don't do homeless." She couldn't help the laugh at her own joke, and it went unsaid that her boyfriend wouldn't so much as look at another girl without Alisha approving it. Dei was his own man, but he still had standards - and her roommate did not meet the minimum. "Oh yeah? What are you going to Alisha? You don't even know me." The challenge was clear and Alisha's expression chilled, meeting her stare head on with an icy one of her own. "Surely you are not stupid enough to believe that's true." She commented, a further warning. "To think I would allow some random stranger to share my room, and not know every thing about them." She raised a brow and looked back to her nails. "I don't care for you. Don't get your hopes up, dear fool. But we know everything about everyone in this place. For good reason." She gave a languid shrug. "We could ruin your life in a minute, and return to our beds for a restful night's sleep without concern. Don't you forget that."
She glanced up briefly, it was far too tempting to ignore the look on her roommate's face, as much as she enjoyed ignoring her. Realistically, she was well aware that the girl hadn't asked to be placed with Alisha - nobody in their right mind would - and some would go as far to tell Lis she should request and pay for a private room if it was such a big ass deal. The thing was, Lis couldn't afford that. She didn't have a rich mummy and daddy funding her every wrong move, she only had herself, and because of that she was also very good at fighting her corner and getting what she wanted. When you had to scrape your way through life, you did everything you could to get what you needed, and she'd been blessed with good looks and a decent body that helped her achieve those things. Winnie was just collateral, but Alisha had no doubt the girl would piss off and get over it at some point; and if not, just another small fish she could nibble at to annoy when she was bored.
"I wasn't even scheduled to move out, that's why none of my friends helped me." Lis gave an amused snort and pressed her lips together as if to avoid laughter. "Are you really that pissed that you couldn't drive me out on your own accord that you had to get your lackeys to do it for you?" A small sigh as she peered up at the girl again, dropping a hand to her lap, resting her weight back in the other hand. "I did start to worry you weren't getting the hint that this isn't the place for you," She said with a small shrug, "I just figured you had no friends to help you." She'd made no effort to get to know the girl, or who she'd chosen as mates, other than she was not one of Shiloh's crew and therefore was insignificant to Lis and was no worth getting to know. Yeah, she was that much of a bitch - and proud of it too.
Alisha briefly wondered if Winnie might leap across and get physical. She didn't seem the type, but Alisha was not one to underestimate someone; you just didn't, when you grew up as she had. The eye roll made her chuckle, and she settled in for the next part of the fun, ready for the temper tantrum and foot stomping to begin. The throwing of her hands was quite funny and Alisha let out another snort of laughter. "OH! Well thats fucking convenient, you helped me move my stuff but you don't know where it actually went?" She gave another casual shrug, "Nope, no clue. Some guys came in and just started carting it out. You don't think I'd risk breaking a nail or a sweat - especially for you, do you?" She raised an eyebrow at that, looking pointedly at her perfect nails once again. "Should I just go report to the school that my fucking wonderful bitch of a roommate just let my stuff waltz right out of this dorm to some unknown area?" Ooo a threat, now things were getting interesting. Lisa leant forward, staring at the girl. "You go right ahead and do that, see where that gets you." She warned.
This was the bit she loved most about fucking with people. When they started to realise that something wasn't quite right and they had that odd look in their eyes; a little confused and concerned and then that sudden rush as they got the joke or whatever it was she'd done. The lightbulb moment really she supposed. To her it was entertainment at it's finest. Harsh most likely and cruel but Alisha didn't care. The world was unfair she was just dishing out her share of it so that people didn't forget it, right? Or the fact that she was top dog - or one of them anyway. She had no qualms about being Shiloh. The top of that chain. She didn't care for being a queen but being popular for her was what she enjoyed, and she had plenty of that in Shiloh's Court. She waited for the rest of the bomb to drop on her dear friend a Winnie as the girl seemed to withhold some kind of frustration. Alisha held her tongue for it, this was too good and she could reprimand her for the attitude another time.
Ah, there it was. The glance around the room as she finally twigged. "Took you long enough, not very bright are you there Winnie." She stayed put as the girls anger response finally kicked in. Damn she must have been having a slow day. "What the actual fuck, Alisha?!" she smiled again, innocently...or as innocently as Alisha could be..at the girl and looked at her nails as if inspecting them. "I've helped you move out. I can only assume the reason you hadn't done yet was the lack of friends to help you so consider it a favour owed." oh she was going to hate that. Owing Alisha a favour for this? Her smile became a smirk. "Where is my stuff? And don't you dare fucking tell me that your BFF Shiloh has it." Alisha gave a sigh and then a shrug as she kept looking at her nails. "How should I know? I didn't move it."
Alisha had worked hard on not having a roommate, which had really been ruined with the arrival of Wynnie. She didn't have money to burn to bribe campus, but she'd been unpleasant enough to previous attempts that the uni had given up trying and accepted the fate - a double dorm room for one woman. Apparently not. She was less than impressed by the girl, and was doing her damned best to get rid of her - without having to stretch her mind too hard. Wynnie was making it difficult, hanging on in there by tooth and nail. She could almost admire her perseverance if it wasn't so damn inconvenient. There was no real reason for her not wanting a roommate other than just not wanting a roommate. Was she spoilt as shit? Absolutely. But she'd come from nothing, and she'd clawed her own way to get where she was, she intended to get the best for herself, be it by being a bitch or not. And it was going to be by being a bitch.
She'd been busy whilst her roommate was out. See, this was exact the kind of thing she didn't have time for - at least if there was no roomie, she wouldn't have to spend so much time and energy into having to get rid of her. Didn't they understand? If she had ordinary friends, Alisha would have been easier to get rid of if Wynnie wanted. Alcohol, and recreational drugs, let alone the parties her and her friends organised, and the amount of guys Alisha had over - well, before Tripp, the boyfriend was now a permanent fixture. Alas, when your best friend was Queen Bee of the school with a special gold credit card and a daddy that sponsored the school, good luck. It was your typical Mean Girls movie, and Alisha did thrive in that environment.
Whilst she had wanted to be wasting her time on home work, instead, she had spent her time doing something much more productive. By the time her roommate returned, she was just finishing off in the shower, having decided to clean up after her tough and busy day. She gave her a smile, as if that wasn't suspicious enough, when she returned to the room to see her in there, and she headed straight over to her neat and tidy side. "Oh, Wynnie. As you hadn't done it yet and you didn't seem to have any intention of it, I took the liberty of moving you out." And it had taken work, but she really had. All of her clothes, everything in the cupboards...gone....