"Seriously?!" Viva sputtered at him as she jumped to her feet agitated.. "Lily is a freaking equestrian goddess!" She stalked/paced in front of him, back and forth talking angrily with her hands at the same time.
"The bitch has perfect hair all the time, straight perfect teeth, the right clothes, the perfect figure, all the things people notice and love BEFORE they ever learn about any of those other 'more important' (this was in air quotes) qualities!" She glared at him for a moment as if daring him to argue with her about any of this.
"Don't deny that you've checked out her ass in those unstained Tailored Sportsmans, she's always sporting, and how long her legs are, or that her breasts are somehow always perky even in a goddamn sports bra?!" She pointed a finger at him as she said this, and her own jealousy at the idea of him checking Lily out and finding her more physically pleasing then herself really upset her, bringing fresh tears prickling her eyes.
"And being better then them doesn't make it any less lonely at the top," she finally said softly. Even his slight joke about still being able to beat her didn't bring a smile to her lips. Instead it was almost the opposite effect, as her lower lip quivered and she sucked in a breath, trying not to start sobbing. Her hands came to her face and she tried to force herself not to cry. She was ugly when she cried, her mother always said so. Finally she took another shuddering breath and sank onto the bench again, her face still buried in her hands.
"What's the point in being the best when no one will ever love you anyway?" she whispered.