Sure, one ride isn’t the end of world. Third place isn’t the end of the world either. Jason just got unlucky with the horse he had ride, surely. Not his fault rhe judges weren’t being fair either, right?

Regardless, Jason’s pissed.

Saddle Bronc Riding is his event. This is supposed to be his best skill set, and he’s supposed to be number one by a large margin. So why the hell did he fall off right as the horn was blared?

Any other day, Jason would’ve stayed on way past the eight second mark. His dismount would’ve been gorgeous—so clean it’d make anyone jealous.

But today he got tossed off so quick and it’s irritating ‘cause he can almost hear the snickers of his brothers. They’ve all won their events. He’s the odd one out and that seems to be quite the trend.

Jason doesn’t normally stop at the sight of you, but he can’t help himself today. Soon as he catches sight of your wave, he shifts the reins in his hands and turns right around. He’s not in the mood to socialize at all, and he could give less of a damn at his horse’s whining about the sudden change in direction.