A FEW MINUTES LATER, BRIT AND I WENT back to our room, both relieved that there was no breakup crisis.
“I was so caught up in the Paige scandal,” I said. “That I didn’t even BBM Jacob back yet. He messaged me while I was at the stable.”
“How was Charm time, anyway?” Brit asked.
I put my riding boots on our mat and started grabbing fresh clothes.
“Heather was at the stable and we decided to coach each other for a little while,” I said. “She can make me crazy, but you know what a great rider she is. I couldn’t pass it up.”
“I’m glad you stayed,” Brit said. “Nothing exciting was going on here. I got some homework done—lame for a Friday I know—and then the gossip blog mess went viral. What was Jacob up to? Did he message you about Paige too?”
“Actually, he wanted to know if you and I wanted to grab pizza at The Slice tonight,” I said. “Interested?”
“Most definitely,” Brit said. “I showered when I got back, so whenever you guys want to meet up works for me.”
“Awesome. I’ll tell him we’re coming.”
Sasha Silver:
Hey! Srry I didn’t respond right away. Fake crisis—will explain ltr. Brit and I def want 2 do pizza. What time r u free?
I’d just picked out my clothes when my BBM went off.
Jacob Schwartz:
Want to meet in an hr—hr and a half?
Sasha Silver:
Perf! 
C u there.
Pizza at The Slice with Jacob and Brit sounded like the best way to start the weekend.