Bombshell Americano: Sk8 The Infinity

Chapter 16: Adam, The Matador Of Love Pt. 1

Cheers erupted from the crowd as I stood there completely stunned. I didn't know who this guy was, but he looked like trouble. Truly another form of Bombshell. It didn't seem like he noticed me at all, which I was fine with. Though, I was steadily growing more concerned for Reki. I wanted to step in, but this wasn't my fight. I had to wait and jump in if something awful were to happen.

"If I win this match, you apologize to Miya!" Reki proclaimed, continuing to hold his skateboard with great pride and dignity. Taking my place, Miya stepped into the conversation.

"I don't need your pity, slime! I'm not afraid of starting over. It's fine. Rules are rules and I can handle it." Miya muttered, as I looked at him sympathetically.

"It's not about pity. It's about being done with jerks like him treating others like total crap. Hey! I know you hear me! I can see your ears sticking out from that mask!" The red-head yelled out again, before Adam let out a small chuckle.

"I wonder. If we could see our emotions, what shape would they take for the moods we're in?" Before Reki could get a single sentence out, he continued, "I imagine mine would be a spring. Picture it. The amount of flowing water would reflect what I'm feeling." I blinked a couple of times, trying to process what he was referring to. I understood where he was going, and I wasn't appreciative about it.

"I'm not here for a poetry reading. I wa-" Reki got interrupted, by a board approaching his face.

"If we were to look right now, my spring would be a desert. Because that's the level of interest I have in humoring mediocrity. However..." I felt myself boiling up with anger. I remembered distinctly saying that to one of opponents, or at least something similar. 'This guy is a complete douche bag...' Bombshell hissed. Adam rode back to Langa before circling around the snow boy, "You. Your talent. It drips from you. I've become a river. You've created a deluge of intrigue. Oh. A flow of information has burst open my dam, so I've chosen my prize. I want to skate with you after I deal with-" Suddenly, my phone started to ring, as I looked on in embarrassment. All eyes were on me, including the dangerous newcomer himself. Struggling to get my phone out, I saw the ID was my brother. Answering it, I put it up to my ear.

"H-Hello?" I asked softly, trying to not get myself into deeper shit. Suddenly, the other line almost blew my ear out.

"GET OUT OF THERE! ADAM HAS SHOWED UP!! DO NOT ENGAGE, I REPEAT, DO NOT ENGAGE!!!" My brother screamed, as I took the phone away from my ear for a moment. Feeling a presence behind me, I turned to be an inch or so away from a covered chest. Looking up, I gazed into the dark abysses of Adam's mask. I leaned back into the phone before answering a quick,

"... Too late..." I whispered out. My brother attempted to say more, but I hung up on him before I was embarrassed any further.

"My~ How rude of you, Victory Curls~ I was excepting you to sit down and listen, but I guess I underestimated your stubbornness." He picked up a strand of my hair, before bringing it up to his nose. I remained to keep my face as neutral and monotonal as possible. The last thing this kind of guy needed is a reaction. 'I want to kick this man in the balls so hard!' Bombshell echoed in my brain, as I continued to focus. "Not even a peep? No matter~ The shrill sounds of your own screams will deafen you."

"What do you mean?" I questioned, remaining in character.

"Isn't it obvious, little lamb~ If I'm going to be forced to race against a nobody, then I should be able to race the river and the still pond if I win~" Something in me came close to snapping. 'How dare he say that about Reki?!' Anger, shock, regret, and irritation. My brain and my emotions were all going into overdrive. He grabbed my chin forcefully, making me face his cocky grin. "After all, with an appetizer so unappetizing, I need something a little sweeter, before the main course~ How's that sound?"