Irrelevant: A dark love story

Irrelevant: A Wesley Stromberg fanfiction

*Just to let you know this story does have sexual content in it and some bad language.*
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The wind is whipping through my hair while I travel down the path I've ridden over millions of times. It's fall and the leaves are falling, morphing into beautiful drops of color on the ground before they die. My longboard doesn't have much traction over the decaying leaves and I feel the board lightly slipping as I speed on. The sun is shining on my face and I drink in the smell of fresh cut grass. I'm happy to be away from everyone and everything. Something about racing by the trees, escaping time, makes me feel free.

I come to a hill on the path that has a sharp turn at the bottom, causing my view of whoever is coming to be obstructed. I don't think much of because nothing has happened the other two thousand times I have hurdled around the corner. As I take one big push my board picks up it's pace and I'm headed towards the bottom. Suddenly I see a guy turning the corner with a terrified look on his face, and I realize it's because I'm headed right for him. My free foot scrapes the ground and my board makes a screeching sound. but my efforts come too late. I slam into the boy, who is also on a longboard, and our combined momentum causes a catastrophic collision. My body
flies backwards and I slam my head on the pavement, while the boy makes a gargling noise and is flung to side. His body collides with a nearby tree and I see blood coming from his nose. As I panic check myself for blood I realize it's oozing out of a gash on the top
of my head.
Before I even come to the prick is up on his feet screaming his bloody brains out. "What the fuck! Do you realizing you almost fucking killed me!"
He sure does have a flare for the dramatics.
"You're the most idiotic bitch I've ever laid my eyes on," he spits out as he is getting up and wiping the blood from his lip.
"I...I'm sorry I don't even know what happened I was just. I was..."
"You were what!"
"I underestimated how slippery the leaves made my wheels. I'm so sorry I shouldn't have came down that dumb ass hill!" I plead with him only because the hysterical look he gives me, as if I had just killed his entire family. Yet despite my apologies he continues to berate me "fuck right you should be sorry. God damn if you weren't a girl your blood would be all over my fucking fist."
I can't help but notice he is cussing an abnormal amount. Perhaps it's because of the throb in his side from the tree I threw his body at.
I suppose he gets the sense I'm not taking him seriously because of what he says next.
"You know what...I don't even fucking care if you're a girl I'll shatter your head on this pavement regardless.."
At this point the disheveled glare he sent my way is almost...evil. And I become truly scared. My voice comes out shaky as I try to calm him "you're right you're so so right I'm an idiot. I'll do anything to make it up to you."
He visibly becomes less tense and takes his longboard in his arms.
"Do it again and I beat the shit out of you."
Now, before you start to judge me, what I say next is totally, 100% not intentional.
"Prick..." I mutter under my breath as he walks away. To my amazement he somehow hears this little bit of compulsive language and flips his lid.
"YOU DON'T WANT TO GO THERE! I swear to GOD!"
And then I become angry and it boils inside of me, before erupting out, "YOU'LL WHAT!? Kill me! Well
come on! I can do a WHOLE LOT more damage with this board than you think," I say as I quickly shove the board into my hands, holding it to the side of me like a bat.
The guy backs down a little,"whatever you're not worth my time."
I can't help but scoff at his sheer smug attitude, like he's the king of the world and can get anything he wants through violence. But I wonder why he did waste so much of his precious energy yelling at some girl who accidentally ran into his board.
"Why is a girl even longboarding anyways?"
He almost grinned as his remark left me reeling. A pang of anger shudders through me, as he obviously knew he struck something in me.
"Fuck you" I spit out.
His grin turns to a grimace as if the words were a nasty substance in his mouth.
He rides off, but not before slyly saying, "whatever, you're irrelevant."