Karli's P.O.V.
Finally, class is over. Next stop, home. Even though I'm glad that class is over, I'm not all that happy to go home. My mom isn't home, so I'm going to be alone. Which means I'm going to be left alone with my thoughts. I can't deal with that right now. Not at all.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, so I turn around to see Mark. He was wearing a white tee shirt that showed off his toned body with a black leather jacket. To complete the look he has some black pants.
"How can somebody pull off leather like that?" When I see his cocky smirk I realize that I said that out loud. Well fuck.
He gives me a once over. "Well you can pull it off quite nicely too. In fact you look smoking hot." Pointing towards my leather leggings.
"Oh. Thanks, Mark." I reply with of course a blush.
"So what are you doing?" He asks.
"I don't know. Probably sitting down on my bed, looking at the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling." He gave me a chuckle that probably made my day.
Dammit me, stop thinking like that. You have no chance at all. Plus, he's the school's player. He's almost as bad as Nate.
"Well, how about you skip that?"
"And do what?"
"Hang with me."
"Is that a demand or a question?"
"Neither."
"Okay. I just have to text my mom and grab something."
He gives me a grin. "Cool."
I start texting my mom.
Me: Hey, mom. I was wondering if I could hang out.
Mom: With who hun?
Me: A guy named Mark.
Mom: *Squeals* Good for you honey. Just remember to use a condom.
I hear a chuckle behind me. Oh fuck. He saw the condom part. Of coarse. Just my luck.
Mark's P.O.V.
I chuckle when I see her mom's response. Then start full out laughing when I see her adorable blush. I did not just say that. Nope. Not this guy. Not me.
"Wanna come with me to my locker so I can grab something?" She asks.
"Yeah, sure." We head down the hall bumping into people and earning a few shocked glances towards us. Well damn. I wish they would mind their own business.
We walk at least five minutes on the campus. The damn place is huge. When we finally came to building B, we head in. I can't help but watch the sway of her butt. Damn. When we reach her locker, I notice the number. 536. She puts the combo in which I decide to remember.
2, 4, 38.
2, 4, 38.
2, 4, 38.
I repeat the numbers until I know I remembered it. It's gonna be useful later on. I snap out of my thoughts when I hear a loud bang and clatter.
I look at Karli, and started to like her a whole lot more when I see what she's holding. One of the coolest skateboards that I have ever seen. Its almost as attractive as she is. Snap out of it Mark.
I see her giggling at my reaction. I try to glare at her, but it doesn't work that well. She's just too beautiful. I don't know how I've never realized her sooner.
She snaps me back to reality when she asks, "What? Never seen a girl with a sexy board before?"
"Sexy board?"
"Hell yeah. I mean look at it. It's an Alien Workshop deck with purple and pink zig zags on the bottom. Purple Ventures and screws, and Super Reds barrings. I love this baby. But I'm not one of those wanna bes. I can actually do tricks."
I look at the deck again, and sure enough, it had scratches all over from tricks. "How long have you had it?"
"Two months."
Wow. She must be talented if she can beat it up in that little amount of time. "Can I see?"
"Sure."
We go out and she starts doing tricks. All different kinds. In boots! She landed every single one of them.
She is extremely talented. Is there anything that this girl can't do?
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