you had your roller skates in hand and sat down beside him on the side of the half-pipe.
he looked at you, but then turned his head away.
"what are you doing here?" he asked.
you put on your skates and looked at him, "i'm here to skate."
for a few minutes, he thought you were just being smart with him, but minutes passed and you were too busy going around the skate park to talk to him.
he got up and left.
he wasn't going to deal with your jokes.
he was tired of being one of them.
he knew he was better than that.
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Bad Boys
Short Storyr e a d nice guys b e f o r e y o u r e a d t h i s. nice guys finish last but bad boys finish first only because they're chased down. # some high rank in s h o r t s t o r y
