conversation with James. He’d seemed jealous at the mention of Riley – but he was the one that had split up with her! Although, it wasn’t actually James’s fault that they’d broken up – it was Kennedy’s meddling that had caused it.
Her heart was still thudding as she unsaddled Belle and rugged the mare up for the evening, letting her loose with her hard feed. Did James want to get back together again? And was that what she wanted too?
It must have been freezing cold as she walked back from the stable block to Badminton House, but Georgie didn’t notice. She felt as if she were floating like a snowflake, light and ethereal. It was getting late and the skies were darkening. As she walked along the driveway the lights above her began flickering on. They glowed overhead, lighting her way like a row of tiny moons illuminating the road between the school and the boarding houses.
Still walking on air, Georgie bounded up the steps of Badminton House. She was about to open the door when she heard the voice behind her.
“Georgie!”
She turned round. There was a boy, his dark brown hair squashed underneath a woollen beanie. He was wearing a blue and black checked shirt and dark denim jeans. Swinging the door shut on his red pick-up truck he walked up the path and that was when Georgie saw the bunch of white flowers in his hand that were clearly intended for her.
It was Riley.
“Welcome back,” Riley said, holding out the white lilies to her.
Georgie had never been given flowers before – apart from the time her dad bought her a pot plant when she was in hospital having her tonsils out, but that didn’t really count. The lilies had a deep, musky perfume. Snow was falling on the petals. They were still standing there on the doorstep and no one was saying anything.
“Hey,” Riley broke the silence. “I’m sorry that I never called you after the Formal. I got really busy with the horses and—”
“I can’t ask you in,” Georgie blurted out. “We’re not allowed to have boys in the boarding house without a permission note. Besides, I have to get changed for dinner.”
They stood there for another moment or two, and then Riley raked a hand uneasily through his hair and grabbed his keys out of his coat pocket. “It’s OK,” he said, looking back over his shoulder at the pick-up truck. “I’ve gotta go anyway. I promised Uncle Kenny I’d bring the truck back straight away and I’ve been waiting here a while now.”
He smiled at Georgie. “I just wanted to say hi, you know, and that…” he hesitated, “I’ve missed you while you were away.”
Then he looked embarrassed. “Anyway,” he began, backing down the stairs towards the truck, “I better go now.”
He was halfway back down the path when Georgie called after him, “Riley, wait!”
He turned round. “Yeah?” “Thanks for the flowers. They’re really beautiful.” Riley smiled. “I’ll give you a call, OK?”
He got in the pick-up, slammed the door and drove off. Georgie watched the tail-lights disappear into the dark and then went inside. The clock on the wall said six-fifteen, which meant that all the boarders would be in their rooms getting ready for dinner. The first-year boarders all lived downstairs, and each of them shared a room with one other girl. Georgie had been sharing with Alice Dupree ever since Alice took the liberty of swapping her name for Daisy King’s on their first day of school.
Alice was lying on her bed when Georgie came in. She was studying a riding manual and had it open to a page about fitting martingales.
“Nice lilies,” she said without looking up from her book. “Riley must have spent a fortune on them.”
“How did you know they were from Riley?” Georgie asked.
“Because he’s been sitting out there in that pick-up truck for the past two hours waiting for you,” Alice said.
Georgie was shocked. “He’s been out there all that time?”
“I took him a cup of hot chocolate about an hour ago,” Alice said. “He looked really cold.”
Georgie had been so shocked to have Riley just turn up on the doorstep like that, she hadn’t known how to deal with him at all. He’d turned up out of the blue at the School Formal too. Didn’t he know how to use a phone?
“Why are you so late, anyway?” Alice asked. “School finished ages ago. Were you having so much fun studying dressage that you couldn’t drag yourself away?”
Georgie shook her head. “I went for a hack after class. And then I saw James.”
Alice frowned. “You mean Riley?”
“No. I saw James first. I took Belle out on the bridle paths behind the stables and I ran into James. And we… talked.”
Alice looked suspicious. “When you say that you ‘talked’,” she did air quotes round the word, “does that actually mean you really talked or do you mean… you know…”
Georgie’s eyes went wide. “No, Alice! I have not been out on a snog-a-thon with James Kirkwood!”
“Well, what about Riley then?” Alice asked.
Georgie shook her head. “There was no kissing! We hardly even spoke. I took the flowers and then I kind of ran. It was pretty bad. I was confused.”
“But you’re dating Riley, right?” Alice said. “I thought everything was all on with you two after the School Formal?”
Georgie flopped face-down on the bed and groaned. “Is it? I don’t know. I thought it was, but then he never even called me. I spent all the holidays wondering what was going on and thinking that maybe it was over and now he turns up with flowers.”
“Don’t complain. At least someone is buying you flowers,” Alice replied. “I’m giving up on Cam.”
“Really?” Georgie said. “I thought you guys were getting on really well.”
“We do get on well,” Alice said. “It’s just… he doesn’t think of me, you know, like that. I’m not some bombshell like Kennedy Kirkwood.”
“That’s not true,” Georgie said. “It is!” Alice insisted. “Cameron stares at her like a puppy looking at a bag of Purina. He doesn’t even notice me.”
“You just need to get his attention. You’ve got to do something to make him notice you.”
There was a knock at the door and Emily stuck her head in.
“Are you guys coming to dinner or what? We’ve been waiting for you for ages!”
*
When Georgie had first arrived at Blainford last September the walk to the dining hall each evening hadn’t been a big deal. It had been early autumn and the stroll up the tree-lined driveway had been kind of fun.
Now
