Loving my feral one

ch_6: Xion:( part II) "The skater of the night"

Cussing, I stash the phone back in my pants pocket. Out of battery! After racking my brain for what feels like eons, I run out of nails to gnaw on. Catching some rolling noise from a distance, I lean back, making sure I'm out of sight. How come no human is in sight? But the sound... I'm not sure if it’s in my head or not. Something brushes against my feet, and yelping I jerk away. Haha, it was just my long trousers. Breathing a sigh of relief, I lift my eyes off of my feet. A dude on a skateboard is coming from ahead. Great, here comes my little prince. I call out to him, but he ignores me. Desperate and worried, I get up as soon as he comes right in front of me.

All of a sudden, the whole silence is shattered by a rough and loud muffled cry. The poor dude was skating so rough he toppled over and crashed. His face hit against the concrete road. My brows knit and my nose wrinkles at the sight. Must hurt so bad. Running towards him in my flip-flops, I almost trip too.

My chest is heaving as I wait with my arm in the air. He doesn’t notice my hand, but groaning, he pulls himself and peels off of the road. My arm’s aching after being suspended for so long, but I utter no word. After all, I am gonna ask him about the directions.

Spitting he looks up and slaps away my hand as he gets up on his own two ragged hands.
“What’s your deal?” I ask rolling my eyes. But he can’t see. It’s dark. “Ask yourself the same question freak” he fires back. Something hit me in my stomach soon enough. All my guts coming to my mouth. body crashed to the ground. Slumped and breathing ragged. I-I thought love hurts the most. Hoping that my organs are implanted in someone who will do good with his life, I bid farewell to mine.

Man, why am I always feeling so lazy and beat? I muster up the strength to stand tall and get ready to defend myself. My legs start doing the jitterbug. shit. It's totally against my pride to get physically attacked. Shit. shit. Shit. I don’t want any bruises.
"What's your deal?" he says, taking a step back.

"You clocked me first," I shoot back. "It's payback time, you little punk."

"You spooked me!" he says firmly.

"I did what? Stop with the false accusations! And do you wear your heart on your sleeve to get spooked that easily? I just wanted to"

"Wow, your voice is quivering... are you scared?" he taunts.

" Huh? Me, scared? And you should listen to your mama and not skate around so late at night."

"OK Dad"

"Shut up, you wannabe tough guy, and don't tick me off-"

"You're ticking me off-" he interrupts, checking if the skateboard is okay.

"Get some manners. You don't interrupt when an adult is talking," I shoot back.

"Are you gonna whine about it?" he teases.

“I just warned you not to tick me off. I had to buy eggs and mop the floor and crap, I messed up," I grumble, throwing my arms up to my head. My head's pounding like crazy. Huh? What did I just say? Flinging my arm, I pout a bit. What the heck, Xion?

"Um... what?

"GET THE HECK OUTTA HERE YOU HOODLUMS!" a woman yells from her window. "SCRAM BEFORE I CALL THE COPS!" she hollers again.

Before the message even registered in my brain, my feet were already sprinting, and I realized he was running beside me, sticking close. I quickly try to veer off my path.

"You know your way around here?" he asks. I can hear my heart thumping in my ears. It’s superbly dark and he is on my heels. Glancing sideways in a hurry, I spot streetlights and dash over there.

My feet hit the concrete under the street lamp. The dim yellow light casts a strange shadow. He rushes over, bewildered. When he steps into the circle of light, he slows down for a moment too long, he's frozen in place. Taking advantage of him in awe of my charm, I lean forward, and in one swift move yank his face mask off. Struggling he jerks away, and the cap comes off too.
A dim light shone down from above, casting a shadowy figure with sharp features, a clenched jaw, and short, slightly wavy hair. tired, gray eyes and pale skin. Patchy lips, mouth open slightly as if disgusted.

"What the heck, Tamana? Why are you out here skating so late? And you skate? You skate?" I furrowed my brows and flared my nostrils shocked. I could never, not even at gunpoint imagine her doing something besides sleeping.

"Tanaka," she rolled her eyes giving me a look like she’s talking to a worm in pajamas.

"Don't argue with me! Seriously, and then you ask me if I know the way around here? You don't know how things can be out in the dark-"

“hypocrite”

“Whad’ya say?” I drop my jaw for more effects.

Looking sideways bored she asks me "So, were you lost? Never mind”

"Do I look like a kid to get lost? Jeez,” sighing I drop my arms “I was going to the convenience store!” snapping back I wait for her to reply.

"oh . ok. Must be a cat hiding behind the bush" Running a hand through her hair she replies and puts her hands in her pants pockets. Seriously. What the heck is wrong with her? How come she is acting so indifferent when it’s me she’s talking to? I already knew this grumpy paws is ill-mannered but this is next level. I look at her from head to toe. How come I thought she was a dude? an oversized T-shirt. Cap. face mask. Cargo pant. Everything is either black or gray, I think. And then she’s almost as tall as me. "And why are you dressed like a dude?"

“I surmise that roundhouse kick wasn’t enough for you,” she spits out, striding ahead.

That was a roundhouse kick-- no wonder it folded me like a twig.

She’s walking ahead of me with such swagger, power in every step, cap pulled low over her eyes. I simply stand dropping my arms. Clenching shut my slightly open mouth. Leaning a little I stare at her.

Her head is covered with a cap, held high as she walks towards the dark alley. The wind hits again, and I stumbble very slightly, feeling flimsy. Awkwardly laughing I yell at her “Haha. No. it was more than enough”

Coming to an abrupt halt near the corner, briefly, she turns to glance at me.  I can’t see but there's a little moue under that mask. Some wavy mops of hair coming astray fall over her ears and forehead. She puts her skateboard in her left arm. Half-finger gloves come in contact with the wheels, giving them the spin as she holds the board on her side. I take the heaviest breath trying to make my decision. It’s dark where she stands, everything behind her is pitch black. Her gray eyes gleam briefly. Leaving the pale glow of street light I walk towards her standing in the dark.

The look in her eyes makes it more than obvious that she wants my company.
“Stop following me around” She looks me up and down and growls “Like a dog”

huh? the heck? You were asking me to come–oh I get it, you are shy and just act hardcore. Here you go, I cracked the code!  Go ahead and continue acting all cool but I know my bro almost pulled you that day too. Jeez, …why act tough? “Is that your way of saying I am cute Like a puppy?” grinning I say “Is it because I have big brown eyes–you think I look like a golden retriever? Don’t you?”

  She mutters something and hops on her board.

Gasping for breath, I trail behind her as she cruises on her board. I need to hit the store. I’ll juice up my phone there and figure my way back. She’s not too far ahead but just beside me. I notice she's skating a bit slow and I almost twist my ankle tripping over a tiny rock. Jeez.

The wind hits her, her loose shirt sways, her short hair flies, and she lifts both arms for a moment. Moving up and down, then she bends down, making the sharpest turn. I lose sight of her.
Dang rad!

Perplexed, I pick up my pace and the dark alley comes to an end. Traffic lights hit my face, and a bunch of shops came into view. Breathing ragged, I slow down, looking around. I don’t see her. Guess she split.