Bombshell Americano: Sk8 The Infinity

Chapter 14: The Curse Of The Extraordinary

This child had coal black hair and intense green eyes. Oddly enough he was only a tad shorter than me, which made me pout. His uniform was a long-sleeved black under shirt with an unusually styled uniform. He also wore grey shorts along with a brown belt as well as white socks and a pair of brown dress shoes. To top it all off he had a beret stationed loosely on his head.

"No freakin' way!" Reki yelled out in shock, grabbing my attention for a single moment. I realized I had no idea who this child was, "Japanese national hopeful, Miya Chinen?" Thank you Reki. I glanced back over to the child, thinking that he was a little young for skateboarding professionally, right?

"There you are. I want to run a beef against you in 'S.'" Miya proclaimed, as Reki decided to answer him, thinking Miya was referring to him. Though, I was curious about who he was telling. 'Is it me?' I asked mentally, before shaking my head. No one, except four people, knew who I was. So if it wasn't Reki, and if it wasn't me, then it could only be the snow prince.

"A beef? That's so random, but okay!" Reki's cheeks went a soft pink, before Miya walked past him without a single word or sound.

"I wasn't talking to you, slime." Miya responded, staring up at Langa. Reki turned around to look at his friend and the child, obviously offended about being called a 'slime.' I tried to remember if I ever heard an insult as stupid as that before, which I haven't. It was on par with poo-head.

"You called me a what?" Reki blurted, before Miya talked over him. I pat Reki's shoulder, listening to whatever else the boy had to say.

"I need a challenge. It's been a while since I've leveled up. Are you in?" Cat child asked, before I started to glare. Ever since I was little, I had this weird ability to tell who a good person was. I knew from a glance that this kid, this Miya Chinen was no good at least through the first layers.

"Don't even think about it. He's in a totally different class." Reki told, looking Langa dead in the eye, as Miya ignored the red-head.

"I heard you're actually a snowboarder, is that right? Very fascinating. I'd love to see how you managed to beat Shadow." Miya exclaimed, in an antagonistic manner. I just couldn't get a read on him.

"I get that... I just don't know if I could ever do it again..." Langa reminisced, before saying, "But I accept." Reki quickly approached his friend.

"Slow your roll! Don't get cocky cause you nailed an Ollie! This guy's a hardcore professional!" Reki exasperated loudly, but Langa seemed completely unfazed.

"I'm in!" Langa voiced, as I slapped my hand over my forehead. Though that didn't necessarily mean I had no faith in Langa. The cat boy took a glance back at my figure, before looking me up and down, inspecting me. He scoffed a little, before turning away. Veins popped out from my forehead. 'I used to eat shrimps like this for breakfast!' Bombshell seethed, and I was inclined to agree. However, I had to hold my temper and tongue.

"Really?" Reki questioned.

"Then, it's settled. What will the stakes be? Any ideas on what we should bet?" The bets weren't made, as we were all left in an awkward silence. That was until the little shit glared at me. "What are you staring at, slime girl?" I lost it at that point.

"Hey, aren't you a little too young to be doing this sort of thing, kid? Shouldn't you be... I don't know... learning how to ride a bicycle, or learning your fractions?" I taunted, with a small grin drawn on my features. Miya looked back in my direction with wide eyes, furrowed eyebrows, and clenched teeth.

"Are you-" He stopped himself, before going somewhere else entirely, "How old do you think I am, hag?!" He yelled out, attempting to attack me with his little arms, however, I pushed out his forehead, making it difficult for him to make contact.