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____________________________________ CHAPTER FOUR : I SUCK AT SKATEBOARDING
"Percy, you better not let go!" Easton was gripping the man's hand with all of the strength she possessed. Percy, the little shit that he was, just laughed as he dragged her forward. Easton wobbled on his skateboard, her grip tightening as they went over the small bump in the skate park's course. They were able to do another shaky lap before Percy did let go, sending Easton forward, in which she screamed and found herself hitting the edge of the cement path and tumbling forward, arms windmilling as she tried to catch herself.
Percy ran after her, laughing, his face bright as Easton glared up at him. The boy had wormed his way into Easton's life, inviting her to weekend excursions to the arcade, the library, and the skatepark. Not that Easton really minded, it got her out of studying more than she usually would, considering she doesn't have any other friends than Percy.
Percy, who looked intimidating until he smiled with a ring of chocolate pudding around his mouth because he forgot a spoon at home. Percy, who was asking for her notes to copy nine times out of ten. Percy, who's mom packed him blue food and he didn't like talking about why but it clearly made him happy. Percy, who stood up to bullies, even though he had nothing to do with the situation in the first place. Percy, who Easton realized, was a lot freer in the school year than at camp, not being weighed down by the responsibility piled on top of his shoulders.
Percy, who Easton now regrets becoming friends with.
"You're supposed to turn, you know that?" Percy told her, reaching out a hand to help her up. Easton grabs it, still glaring, as she's pulled to her feet. He's taller than her, slowly making his way to six feet, maybe taller, but she will not be intimidated by his stature.
"How?" She yells at him, waving her hands around. Percy is very clearly trying not to laugh again, and Easton finds herself giving him the bird before stomping over towards Rachel, who was taking up a spot on the grass, painting.
The two girls were friends, after the seemingly customary bathroom chat, though it still seemed a little fragile. Percy usually invited them both out and Easton couldn't say no when she wanted to get out of the house. Plus, after ranting to Ares about this so-called friendship, he had looked her straight in the eye through the Iris message and told her to never let your enemies see you weak. It had been shocking, especially seeing the fire burning in his eyes, and she had wanted to stutter out that Rachel wasn't an enemy, but she couldn't. Not with how intense Ares had said it, like her life depended on it. She was glad when her mother had called her for dinner, it gave her a reason to end the staring contest the god and her had gotten into.
Easton plopped down beside Rachel on the tattered, old blanket the redhead had brought to sit upon. Her sketchbook was open, and she was staring at some lines and shapes Easton didn't understand as she did something on the canvas she had brought. Easton kinda wanted to peek at whatever she was painting, but knew that art can be really personal and didn't want to invade it if Racehl didn't want to. Especially since Rachel had unknowingly opened a can of worms after spotting Easton's burn scar. That had also been the hang out that Easton found out Rachel could see through the mist.
