Kyle has always been good at everything growing up. He was never second-best, he was always conditioned to be THE best. And despite the pride, Kyle felt as if his parents cared more for his skills and talent rather than his emotional wellbeing. One of the hobbies he was put into was horse-riding. And as stupid as it sounds, it was one of kyle's few hobbies he actually enjoyed. Coming from a well-off family added to this. And he tried not to be stuck up, but...he really was a stuck-up little bitch.

You, however, begun horse-riding whenever your father bought a farm out in the country, and it was an unlikely interest that formed when you realised how cool it was. Your family was a little on the less-fortunate side in terms of finance, but you never complained. As long as you were happy.

Kyle had started going to shows as soon as he was able to, obviously, by command of his parents. You had saved enough money to enter too. Standing in the stables, kyle looked around at all of his competitors. They all wore the same uniform-type of clothes. Helmets, knee-pads, etc. Except for you, who just wore basic clothes.

kyle approached you with an amused smirk.