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"OH MY GOD, were you in there with Fuckshit?" Naomi grabbed her friend's arm as fast as she could and walked out of the room, whispering in her ear. The door shut quickly behind them as Naomi dragged her out into the hallway.
"Yea. Why?" Ane answered as Naomi dropped her arm. She had a look on her face like Ane had done something wrong, and for a moment she got the slight feeling that Naomi might have just saved her from certain danger.
With a sigh, Naomi began to explain just why she pulled the other girl out of the room so fast. "Fuckshit isn't the type of guy you'd want to be alone in a room with, trust me. He's a manwhore."
With a sigh, Ane nodded before following Naomi back to the main part of the party. She saw tons of people drinking and getting high, but she didn't have any interest in any of that. Instead, she kept thinking about the boy just a room away.
She sat down on one of the many couches on the outskirts of all the activities, right next to a black boy with dreads who seemed to be about as sober as she was. Noticing her presence, he turned his head to address her.
"You drink?" He asked, motioning to the half-empty bottles of liquor on the coffee table. "No," she said, having already had this conversation with another boy less than an hour ago. "Yea. I don't touch that shit, either," he said, looking at it in disgust.
"Really?" She was taken by surprise. He looked like the type of boy who would be at these kinds of parties often, so she hadn't anticipated his answer.
He chuckled, "Yes. Really. I'm tryna go pro; I can't be poisoning myself with that."
"Wow," she said, laughing a little bit with him too. "Pro in what?" She asked, admittedly, a little impressed at the boy's confession of sobriety.
"Skateboarding. I'm tryna make it up outta here—make a way." He smiled a little bit. She smiled, too. She was glad that he had a dream that he was passionate about; in a way, she kind of envied him.
"You can do that? Y'know, go pro in skateboarding?" She turned her body to face him, interested in what he was about to say next. "Yea. There's tons of pros. Chocolate is one of them. Shit, I'm tryna ride for them."
"Oh? How does that work?" She just wanted to know more and more about skateboarding. For the first time in her life, she was interested in something. She'd never felt this way before.
For the rest of the night, she listened to the boy, whose name was Ray, talk about skateboarding—what it meant to him and what it meant to so many other people. With every word, she found herself becoming more and more captured by it.
"Y'know what? You should stop by the shop sometimes," Ray said. "There's so much more to this shit than we can talk about at some wack ass party." She thought about it for a second. Maybe this time she'll do something for herself.
