Liam
The amount of eyes that are on us at this fair is fucking insane. It feels like every single person is just watching the two ranchers parading around with Alfred Laurier’s famous daughter.
Do I completely hate it? No- because the goal for today is to embarrass Samantha’s father and make him feel the same way he’s made her feel all these years.
Asher and I have been sticking together the entire time. We don’t want to risk splitting up and then having Alfred swoop in and sneak an attack on one of us.
Now, that doesn’t mean Asher and I are walking around holding hands and kissing each other or anything like that. We’re just acting like any normal buddies would.
Except here’s the thing- every rancher around here that stays up to date with any gossip- they know that Asher and I have been enemies for as long as we’ve owned ranches here. Any time we have a ranchers fair- the two of us are nowhere near each other- and if we are, it’s because we’re fighting.
So that being said- people are definitely talking about the fact that Asher and I seem to be on speaking terms. But I have to say- I don’t give a single fuck.
I actually kind of find all the staring to be quite hilarious. It’s like- these people really have nothing better to do at the one event we have every year than to talk aboutus?
Anyways, Asher and I are going around to each tent and tasting everybody’s chili. It’s a little contest we do every year- we taste the chili from every tent, and then vote for the best one. Whoever has the best one gets a thousand dollars.
“Ooo, you know- at first I was gonna go with tent three- but tent seven might have stolen first place now.”
“Really? I wasn’t that impressed. A little too spicy for my taste.”
“Spicy? You think this is spicy? Go ahead and have another taste,” Asher insists.
I roll my eyes but take another bite anyway. Nope, still spicy.
“Maybeyouneed to have another taste- because boy that chili is spicy as hell!”
He rolls his eyes and nudges me. I nudge him back even harder, and we chuckle to ourselves. When I look up, I can see everyone in the tent watching us. Some are smiling, some are shaking their heads at us.
“Alright why don’t we head over to tent eight,” I suggest, feeling a bit uncomfortable now.
“Agreed- but first, why don’t we find Sam and give her another little shock, huh?”
“Oooo, I like the way you think!”
We head out of tent seven, passing right by Mr. Laurier on the way out. I can feel his eyes drilling holes into the back of our heads as we walk away- but he doesn’t dare say a single word to us.
We glance at each other once we’re a safe enough distance away, and we both crack a smile.
“Oh there she is! It looks like she’s talking to the lady who owns that small library a few miles up the road from us.”
“Oh shit, you’re right, that’s Mrs. Phinski!”
“The perfect time to send her a little jolt, don’t you think?”
An evil grin spreads across my face, and I slide the remote control out of my pocket. I press the on button, keeping it on low at first. We watch as her body tenses, as if she just had a shiver run through her body.
I slowly turn it all the way up to the highest setting, and she completely drops the small bowl of chili that she was holding. It falls down to the grass, and she stumbles down to grab it before Mrs. Phinski does (which I’m assuming is so that she doesn’t lean down and hear the vibrator going crazy and catch on).
Finally, she manages to get the bowl of chili and the spoon to a garbage can, apologize to Mrs. Phinski, and excuse herself. She stumbles away from her, seeming to look around for a place to sit.
When she can’t find one, she starts frantically looking around trying to find us. We duck down and burst out laughing.
A few seconds later we peek back up to see old Mrs. Phinski looking at Samantha limp away like she’s a crazy person, shaking her head at her. This only causes us to burst out laughing even louder, almost falling over onto each other in the process.
When we finally calm down and look up, we spot Samantha walking towards us- well, more like limping towards us- and she lookspissed.
“Oh my god I am going tokillyou guys. That was Miranda Phinski, my grandma’s best friend. I have known herliterallysince I was a baby, and you two just made me orgasm while sitting at her feet trying to clean up my spilled chili bowl!”
She tries to keep a stern face, but in the end her smile wins over, and the three of us burst out laughing together. It’s a hilarious moment, and I would pay hundreds to repeat it just one more time.
As we march around the fair, testing the rest of the chili and placing our votes- we decide to go all out. Asher and I take turns kissing Samantha, holding hands, etc. The goal is to completely ruin her father’s reputation and make him look like a complete idiot.
Do I feel bad? Absolutely not. He deserves whatever he gets for threatening Asher and I when we have donenothingwrong and treating his own daughter like literal property.
See, it’s guys like him who get away with everything they do because no one has the balls to stand up to them. No one wants to actually get up and call them out. But we aren’t afraid of him anymore.
In fact- it’shimwho should be afraid ofus. Because we are out for some serious revenge.