Bombshell Americano: Sk8 The Infinity

Chapter 15: Undesired Hero

"Oh my God, it's Victory Curls!" Someone yelled out, as I rode down the hill and towards the viewing screens.

"But she lost remember?! So why do we still call her Victory Curls?" Another told the first.

"Because she kept her own against both Shadow AND Joe, you total dumbass! Just call her Curls, if her skater name bothers you so much, dude!!" He retorted, as a soft giggle escaped my lips. 'Curls, huh? That's pretty fitting... Though it kind of hurts that I lost part of my name... and to Joe no less.' I admitted to myself, before a hand was placed on my shoulder. 'Speak of the devil and he shall come...' I thought, before looking back into brownish-red eyes.

"Hey Curls. It's been awhile, yeah?" He greeted, as I smirked back in his direction.

"It really hasn't, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and say sure." I responded, before Joe stood next to me. We looked at the empty start line. I was a little confused why people weren't filling the roads, however, I checked the time to see I was an hour early, '... Sugar.' I cursed. Before looking around. Some people were here and there, but besides that, it was empty for the most part. "So, Curls, why are you here so early?"

"I didn't check the time..." I muttered in embarrassment, looking away from the male. He let out a small chuckle before looking back toward the screen. "You know... I could ask you the same thing. Why are you so early?" The green-haired chef shrugged his shoulders before gazing at the screen without purpose.

"Eh... I promised to meet up with a couple girls." He winked, as I just stood there, in shock. I let out a small chuckle.

"Alright, I can respect that." My response surprised the older male for a second, before he glanced over at his groupies. Joe kept turning his head from me to his girlfriends, then back to me. I just smiled at him, urging him that I don't need his company and to go have fun. Eventually he took the hint when the damage was done with his fan club. More people started to appear. As I looked at the monitor, I checked the time to see that it was eleven thirty. People occasionally came up to me, mostly guys, to talk about random things. I smiled and put on the act pretty well. Everything was peaceful and rowdy all at once. 'I'll never get used to this feeling, will I?' I asked myself before a cough caught my attention. Looking to the source, I glanced down to a boy in a lime green cat hoodie with purple accents. He lifted his hood to reveal himself as Miya. 'What does the shrimp want?'

"Y-You're Victory Curls?!" Miya exasperated, as I raised my eyebrow. 'Is this a joke?!' I thought, 'Doesn't this kid remember me from Dope Sketch?' I decided to play his little game, as I responded.

"Yes. Are you a fan?" I questioned sweetly, as a soft red painted over his larger cheeks.

"I r-really like your technique of using your s-surroundings... And I think your Gazelle Flips are p-pretty cool too..." Miya complimented, as the hue on his cheeks only got brighter. I was happy that he found me so impressive, until he stated, "But your motions are sloppy. There are so many better ways to do your moves." An arrow to the heart. 'This kid is toying with us!' Bombshell screamed, as I maintained my emotions to an extent, "I-I really think your cool though, s-so I can teach you a thing or two, if you want to not suck!" I understood what the thirteen year old was trying to say. In basic terms, he had a childhood crush, though I still wasn't sure if he knew I was (Y/N), the slime hag. "After all, most people are slimes here. I wouldn't want you falling into mediocrity." Apparently not...

"Thank you, Chinen." I thanked softly, as I ruffled his black hair. His face went ten shades darker.

"Y-Y-You know my name?!" He gasped, making me let out a sweet chuckle.