⇢ ˗ˏˋ $𝟓.𝟔𝟕, 𝐬𝐢𝐫 ࿐ྂ

no rules required

K⃟R⃟L⃟

It was a sunny afternoon on a Saturday in July, school had been out for about two weeks and the girl in the lavender pleated skirt had still yet to call up her friends to go to the mall.

If Y/N was being honest with herself, she didn't really like the preppy rich girls. They were good company during school and had similar fashion sense at surface level, but they were shallow. They only liked to spend money and lounge poolside. They didn't want to do anything fun.

Sure, Y/N wore skirts and got full set stilettos at nail salons as well as having a severe lipgloss addiction, but she also enjoyed roller coasters and scary movies and haunted houses. She liked adrenaline pumping through her veins as her smile of fear lit up her face. She loved the thrill of being scared.

That's why she bought a skateboard and decided to teach herself in the local church's parking lot, wearing her lavender skirt and white tucked-in polo shirt. Nothing was worth anything if you didn't earn a couple scars climbing to the top.

Y/N hid the board from her father successfully for a week before he found it and got mad, telling her such dangerous sports would ruin her flawless skin and unbroken bones. The girl rolled her eyes and told him it was fine, she was just looking to have a hobby that would keep her entertained all summer long. Still not seeing eye to eye, her father posed a deal. If she promised not to do any tricks with the board, she could keep it for cruising.

Glad that she even got to keep the board, the girl eagerly agreed before going back to practicing and getting used to the thing, an electric grin taking presence on her lips. The following week was filled with learning simple stuff like how to pivot, how to stop and even how to duck walk.

It all seemed pretty basic and probably just like second nature to skilled skaters, but this is what Y/N lived for. If her father wouldn't let her go to skateparks or do anything else dangerous with the board, this was enough to bring her happiness.

Everyday she would skate down to the church parking lot and mess around with the board, laughing at herself when her heart raced faster after falling off the board. She hadn't felt true unbridled joy in years, and this was starting to feel like fun.

"You know you probably shouldn't be practicing on a board in a skirt, right?" A new voice said from behind her, causing her to step off and turn to look for the new person.

He was taller than her but not by much, wore dark clothing and had messy brown curls. As her eyes took in his appearance more acutely, she noticed he was wearing eyeliner and black nail polish.

"Yeah, I know," Y/N answered after falling out of her stupor.

"So why are you wearing one, then?" The brunet pressed on, holding a board of his own.

"I like the thrill of knowing that if I fall, it's gonna hurt," Y/N answered, slightly sceptical of the boy who stood in front of her.

"A masochist, huh? Wouldn't expect that from a girl like you," he chuckled and looked her up and down.

"A girl like me? What does that mean?" She sassed with a hard glare, not liking what he was implying. That alone was enough to make her skip over the masochist remark.

"It's just that you seem like the type to be driving around in a convertible with half your clothes on, not that I'd complain," he snickered.

"Right... What's your name, creep?" Y/N scoffed and picked up her board, eyes never leaving the stranger's.

"I'm Karl. I was just heading back from the skatepark when I noticed you here. Wanted to see what you were about and why the hell you had a skirt on."

"Cool, well you can get home now, or back to robbing whichever house of your choosing. Whatever comes first," the girl sent a fake smile his way before brushing past him, shoulder-checking him as she went.

"Rob a house? Why would you assume I don't live here?" Karl questioned, slightly ticked off.

"Wouldn't expect a boy like you to have parents that could afford such a nice house in this area," Y/N shrugged and continued walking.

"So you're classist. I dunno why I expected better of you. Probably the board throwing me off," Karl chuckled and shook his head.

"I'm not classist! You started going at me first, you asshole! I was only defending myself-"

"-By being classist. Sure," the brunet sighed and started to walk in the opposite direction, only being stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

"Okay, wait! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that shit. I was just kinda angry... I have a short temper," the girl explained sheepishly.

"It's alright, I know I was kinda being a dick. How about I show you some tricks so you don't look like a poser?" Karl offered with a soft smile.

"O-Oh, I can't do tricks on my board. I'm not allowed," Y/N mumbled, staring at her shoes to avoid eye contact.

"Why not? Someone tell you that you couldn't? I'll kick their ass if you want," Karl offered genuinely.

"No, no. It's just... Daddy doesn't want me doing anything too dangerous because he doesn't want me to get hurt. I can only use this thing for cruising," the teen explained, embarrassed.

"Well, Daddy isn't here right now," Karl mocked, "so that means there's no rules required. What do you say, Princess?"

"That would be great! And my name isn't 'Princess,' it's Y/N," the girl quipped with a short empty-threat glare.

"Whatever you say, Princess. I get to call you whatever I want 'cause I'm the teacher here. You got that?" Karl snickered and yanked the board from the girls hand, running back towards the skatepark.

"HEY! My dad could probably buy you, ya know, so be mindful of what you do and say!" Y/N yelled and chased after him, sneakers slapping against the cool pavement.

"If he bought me, could I be like your personal maid or something? I could tend to all your prissy rich girl needs. Clean your room, make your bed, make you scream my name in your bed-"

"WATCH YOUR MOUTH!"

"I'm joking, relaaaaax. You gotta loosen up if you're gonna hang with me alright?" Karl chastised.

"Who said we're hanging together outside of my lessons?" Y/N looked over with a cocked brow.

"We most definitely will be. I can feel it," Karl sighed in content before slowing down to walk in line with Y/N, a smile reaching his lips as he glanced at her.