Little Miss Tomboy (used to be The Girl-Boy Freak)

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Neighborhood, Brookie Boo!

I whistled as I rode my skateboard down the street, throwing in some tricks here in there. I recently moved to Wisconsin, the land of the cheese. Huzzah, huzzah! Seriously, I love cheese. I'm really getting off topic. Well, I'm your average 17 year old tomboy, my name is Brooke, I give zero fucks, I like soccer, football, food, cars and--

Woah, hold up. I got caught by surprise when I car nearby slowing down to my pace. Sweet! A Mercedes-Benz E-Class, and damn, these babies were expensive. 

But that impressed smile on my face immediately flipped upside down to a frown when the car window slid down.

I saw a handsome head and arm slip out. He was well-built,  but trust me-- he's not my type. Sure, he has a beautiful chiseled jaw line, mesmerizing  green eyes, handsome brown hair, but looks isn't everything, am I right?

"You need a lift, babe?" he said, his voice dripping with flirtiness. That's a word in my vocabulary, get over it, bitch. 

"I think you need some help, and turn the fucking music off!" I shot back, hopping of my skateboard. This might be interesting.

"Feisty, I like it," another voice came from the car. The music stopped.

"Annoying as hell, I hate it," I snorted.

"Hard to get, eh?" a third voice called out.

"More like 'you're not gonna get'," I blankly stated. I'm starting to waste my time.  I think they got the hint that I was starting to get bored out of my mind, so they continued to farther annoy me.

"We'll see about that, babe. Thought I might introduce myself. I'm Flynn, and I'm hot," the first dude said. You know, the window dude. 

"Like I care, and your ego is way too big. You'd find yourself in a never ending fall if you jumped off of it, now go away before I cut off your balls," I retorted harshly. I heard a few mixed "oohs" and "oh you just got burned, bro"'s. 

"I'm Dylan, and just so you know-- we're not scared of girls who do all bark and no bite," the guy who called me feisty said. 

"I'm Oliver, the hottest of us three. It's obvious," the last guy said.

"Right. And to Daniel, or whatever his name was, I can punch. I'm bark and bite, assholes."

Dylan's smile turned into a stupid smirk, as if not believing me. The boys got out the car, and Dylan approached me. Well, I guess he's the one getting pain today. He took a couple steps forward, and no, my heart was not thumping super loud or some shit, this is not a cliche tomboy and bad boy love story. 

He smiled and said, "Would you punch me if I did this?" He got really close to my face, and I bit my bottom lip.

Out of the blue, Oliver screamed, "Yeah, go get it boy!" I held back an eye roll, and we continued to do whatever we were doing before.