𝔅𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔢

S2:E2:P3:

"Here, surprise, sir. Do us a trick?" Mitchell asked there new teacher.

Motioning to the skate board in his possession.

"Er, I can't." Mr Schwimer stated with a nervous tone.

"No, I mean, with my knees!"

"I mean there in bad shape, you know, after the marathon." He finished.

"Don't be a pussy sir!" Mitchell commented.

"Yeah, go, on sir!" Stephen added.

"I bet your amazing at it!" Chantelle smiled.

Just as Alfie came barging to the group.

"I'll do a trick!"

"Ye, Mr wickers will do the trick!" Schwimer said.

"Can you skate?" (Y/n) asked with Mitchell arm around her.

"Tony Hawks, intermediate." Alfie replied smugly.

"Gaming don't make you a skater, you melt." Mitchell commented making his girlfriend giggle.

"Rooney, plays fifa so eat a bag of shit Mitchell." He snapped back.

"Now give me the board, dickhead." As he grabbed the skateboard

"And stand back, kids this school insurance policy doesn't cover blown minds." Wickers told the group.

As he got on the board.

"Hash-tag this shit gonna be cray. This shit gonna be 50 shades of cray."

As he started skating down a towards a small set of steps.

"Wick-ers, Wick-ers, Wick-ers, Wick-ers!" He could heard his class cheering his name.

Making a big grin break out on his face.

Just before he attempted to grind an ollie, only to completely fuck it up.

And land harshly on the ground.

"Oh shit!"

As class K with Kevin joining them into seeing if Alfie was okay.

"You okay buddy?"

"Am I dead?" Alfie asked, causing some students to laugh at him.