Skateboarding Lovers || Maxley

Chapter 2

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I hadn't stepped foot in the campuses skatepark in months, it felt weird. The last time I was here was right before the X games squeezing some extra practice in, right before my world came crumbling down. The feeling I felt coming back just reminded me of who I used to be, and who I would never be again.

I got onto the half pipe and dropped my board, deciding to start with some simple tricks; I pushed off with my foot and skated up the half pipe. As I got closer to the top I began to feel a pit forming in my stomach, my hands getting sweaty and fear overtaking me. To my surprise I fell backwards and hit the concrete hard. I lay on the floor in agony, pains shooting up my spine.

What the fuck just happened? How on earth did I fail a nose grab.

I forced myself to stand up, because there was no way in hell I had gotten that bad that I couldn't even do one of the easiest tricks. Ignoring the pain I felt, I got back onto my board and attempted it again, again and again; each time hitting the concrete.

I was getting insanely frustrated. I wasn't going to leave this skatepark till I was able to do this. I pushed off, making my way back up the half pipe, trying to ignore the same fear I felt every time I attempted it. At this point I was going to land this if it killed me. I reached the top, determined to get it this time. Just when I thought I was going to be able to do it though, I lost my balance and fell down smacking the back of my head off the ground.

I lay on the floor of the half pipe, my head throbbing with pain. I couldn't see straight, everything was a blur.
I was forced to lay there until the pain calmed down. When it finally did, I sat back up, but when I did a sharp pain instantly shot back through my head.

I dropped my head down into my hands, waiting for the pain to stop. When it eventually did, I stood up grabbing my skateboard and stormed my way out of the skatepark.
I dropped my skateboard and slid down against a wall, sitting myself on the floor.

I was absolutely pathetic. I used to be the best skater for miles, people could only dream of pulling off the stunts I did; but now I was struggling to do a simple trick even a kid could do.

If I couldn't do skateboarding, the last thing I had left in my miserable life, then what even was the point?

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As I got closer to the person, the more I began to recognise them.

Oh shit, was that who I thought it was? I stopped in my tracks, realising the person sitting there was Bradley.

Did I really want to go comfort Bradley?
Did he even deserve my help?

As I was thinking on what to do, he suddenly whipped his head up and we locked eyes. He stared at me with a look of surprise, that quickly turned into annoyance.

He turned his head away from me, "What do you want, Goof."

I didn't want to be anywhere near Bradley, but I was full of curiosity. I know I shouldn't have, but my legs seemed to betray me in this moment. I sighed, then went and sat down beside him.

He turned his head to look at me, "What are you doing?"

I looked at him while staying silent, thinking of what to say; then replied, "I saw you sitting over here...just wanted to see how you were doing, I guess."

He scoffed, "Yea, like you would care." He said while turning his head to face forward.

I stayed silent before saying; "Listen, I know we're meant to hate each other and all, and I still haven't forgot the stuff you did at the x games, but maybe we can just try and be civil with each other."

I couldn't believe what I was saying, I didn't even know why I was making an effort to talk to Bradley, but there was just something that kept pulling me back to him.

He looked at me with a confused expression on his face.

I spoke. "I'm not saying we have to be friends or anything, but we don't have to have this weird rivalry over something that happened in the past."

He stared at me for a second, seemingly trying to read my expression. "Are you...being serious?" He said with a skeptical tone.

"Yeah...I just don't see a point in hating each other any longer"

"Is this a joke? How could you not hate me after I nearly killed you?"

"Well...I don't know why you did what you did, but maybe there was a reason behind it. Besides, I'm not one to hold grudges." I said with a small smile.

He faced back forwards, looking down at the ground like he was deep in thought.

I stared at him for a while, till my eyes made my way to his back that was leaned up against the wall. "Turn around for a second."

He gave me a confused look, "Why?"
"Just turn around."

He stared at me before hesitantly turning around so I could see his full back.

"Woah dude, what the fuck happened?" I said wide-eyed with a slight hint of worry in my tone.

The back of his sweater was soaked in blood.

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I looked back at him confused, "What?"

"The back of your sweater is literally soaked in blood."

I was to focused on the pain in my head and Max showing up that I didn't realise the amount of times I fell and scraped my back.

"Ah shit." I said while standing up and twisting my sweater round trying to look at the blood.

Max stood with me while giving a worried look. He watched me before saying; "You okay man?"

I sighed, letting go of my sweater and turning to face him. "I'm fine, just had an accident."

He hesitated before saying, "Can I...?" Indicating he wanted to have a look.

I hesitated before nodding and turning my back to him.
He slowly stepped towards me and lifted up the back of my shirt, his fingers slightly grazing along my back as he lifted my shirt and sweater more; his touch sent a weird tingle up my back...it was probably just from the pain.

"Jesus christ...how did you say this happened again?..." He asked.

"I...fell a few times when skateboarding."

"A few? this seems like you fell a lot more times then a few."

I was about to answer when my head suddenly started to throb with pain again, I began to feel extremely light headed and dizzy, then my vision suddenly went black.