okaga, ca

caught my eye

Ada

My eyes drooped as I pack my bag, I overstayed practice by two hours. My legs ached Standing up, I felt accomplished however, It was gonna pay off sooner or later it just had to, it needed to. I push the door open turning off the lights, looking at my figure in the mirror, A smirk creeps up on my face as I see how frazzled I look, I slick back my hair with my hands as I walk out.

The school was empty by this time, All I could hear was my shoes squeaking and my own thoughts, the sun was setting, peaked through the windows and doors. In the distance slight ruckus overcomes the silence; the janitor mopping the floor, this was a usual day for me. Train hard, study hard.

I look at the community board when I see a flyer , It was Cleo Natsville, Bridgette Springette and I standing together. My eyes squinted as I continued to read ; Hawthorne Highschool Prized Possessions, the Pointe Perfect.

I let out a shocked sigh as I realise I'm on here, however my sigh was accompanied by rolling and loud obnoxious laughs, my eyebrows furrow looking down one end of the hallway. I shrug reading the rest of the poster , feeling proud I was finally included on the newsletter.

"nigga watch out!" A unrecognised voice yells before I get rammed into by a little boy on his skateboard one side too big. I'd say atleast 10, it runs straight into my ankle. Swear i heard a crunch.
My fists ball up in pain "ow!" I yelp as I look down at him. My eyes water as I hold my ankle jumping on one leg.

A tall, darkskin boy runs right behind him looking down at the story that unfolded. He looks down at the little kid before looking at me, he bits his lip anxiously before helping the little man up giving him a stern look.

"S-sorry, U-usually Usually, uhhhh there'sss nobody h h h here" he stutters looking up at me embarrassingly. he was so young , surely still in elementary.

"Its okay little man, no biggy. I dance , I always get hurt. It's a easy fix for me , prolly a bruise" My voice was sympathetic as I noticed he was about to cry, wether or not it was because he got hurt or if I got hurt. He also had a stutter issue which was kinda cute.

"yeah sorry about that nigga.. nobody here this late" The older one laughs a little scratching the back of his head , sheepishly not keeping eyecontact, I didn't like him already.

"yeah.." I mumble. my head bows down at my sneakers, my ankle hurt like a bitch but I needed to be tough Infront of them and frankly speaking I didnt want to talk to them anymore I had homework.

"I'm tyler, I'm in your English? And some other classes but.. it's not like I pay attention. Uhhh what's your name?" Tyler asks curiously with his head tilted slightly.

"I'm Ada, this comes of shallow but I've never seen you around here alot" I swallow, that was way to rude but no going back now sadly.

"Ada thats chill, why are you here so late?" Tyler smiles trying to make a conversation.

"Ballet practice, but it's just me. I have to be better then those girls on that flyer" I smile back slightly, alluding to Cleo and Bridgette.

"That's tight" he says giving me a cheeky grin, I noticed a gap in his teeth, it was kind of cute to me.

"can we go now nnn n n nigga?" the little boy tugs at Tyler's arm, he sounded so tired.

"hold on taco! go suck ya microdick you ten year old" Tyler says but he kept direct eyecontact as 'taco' shoved him around.

"i-i-m twelve you idiot t t" taco says smiling kicking Tyler's leg.

"I should get going I have homework, but hey we have english first period" I awkwardly say trying to remove myself from the conversation, I had no plans to speak with him tommorow.

"aight yeah bye Ada"

"bye bye Tyler.."