🛹Chapter 26🛹

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8/24/2021-11/6/2021


New chapter! Enjoy the last episode of SK8 the Infinity!

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It was the day of Langa's and Adam's match. It was nerve cracking to say the least.

I woke up from a strange dream that I couldn't remember. Waking up scared shitless isn't ideal at all. Although I couldn't remember the dream. The feeling of wanting to know what scared me was on my mind. I was almost late for school because I did not want to get up. I hurriedly got dressed, got my skateboard, and zoomed out of my empty house.

Once I was in school the adrenaline from skateboarding wore off. Now bored, I attended class. Zen talked to me during the five minutes we had between classes. His purple eyes would focus on me. Like he was making a mental note of everything I said. He also didn't know a simple thing called personal space. He seems to always be touching me in one way or another. His hand on my shoulder or back. An arm around my neck or even waist. I told him many times to stop but he hasn't.

My fingers gently hit my notebook. Studying. Even if I didn't know what I was even going to do. But I didn't have to worry just yet, it didn't stop me from doing so. I don't have any interest other than skateboarding. Even having simple conversations with teachers was hard. Another reason why I don't have friends. I couldn't make small talk. Or even try to relate to someone.

I thought coming here would be different. But it's not like I even tried that hard either. Some kids in my grade were decent. I wasn't outright bullied like my other school. This school was more open? Still with this in mind Zen was down right popular. He seemed to have someone by his side to talk to. Yet he chooses to talk to me. I picked my stuff and placed it back into my backpack. I walked to my next class, up the stairs. Zen soon pinpointed me down. "Owari, meet me at lunch time, okay?" I nodded. He left for his class, as did I.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Besides lunch with Zen. I got school lunch today, I didn't pack anything. Zen was eating happily, his friends sitting with him. I was also there. No one has said something to me or about me.

So it was actually okay. Zen talked about playing games. As he bit into his fried chicken he looked at me "Ne Owari, do you play any games?" I lift my head up. "Not really.. I mostly just skateboard."

"Lame." A kid from the table mumbled. I rolled my eyes at them. "Oh well you're really good at it anyway!" Zen tried to comfort me. I nodded, taking the compliment. "I'm really good at games. Especially the fighting/combat ones.." His tone of voice changed slightly into one more, low one. It was pretty strange. Not like his normal voice at all.

He went right back to his normal attitude, I almost thought I imagined it. Lunch was almost done. So I ate a bit more from my school lunch before throwing it away. I place the plastic plate next to the others. I smiled at the lunch ladies before leaving. "Hey Owari let's walk home together after school okay?" Zen asked me, packing his bento. "Uh sure but I'm not going home after school. I'll walk with you as long as I can." He nodded before I left.

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I was walking out of my last class. I was visiting Joe after school. Obviously, Zen didn't know that but he didn't have to know. It may seem mean but I didn't want him to know. Something was telling me Zen was off somehow. I walked to the entrance and put my shoes on before waiting for him. Once he came out from a hall he was talking with some people. He said goodbye real fast before coming up behind me, jumping on me. Quickly I pushed him off. My back isn't fully healed all the way. "Oh sorry Owari!"

"It's fine, let's just go." I said. I jumped on my board. Once I was on I didn't stop, despite Zen asking me too. My back gave out a dull ache. Zen decided to jog next to me, which was pretty impressive. "Where are you going if not to your house?" Zen questioned as he looked at his phone for the time. "Uh to a- the store, pick up some groceries you know?" Zen nodded smiling. As we walked we made small talk.

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