Sk8er Boi

A/N: Okay, first of all, I know this has been done soo many times but I really really like the song by Avril Lavigne and I thought wouldn't it be cool if I could make this into a story? So I'm going to. I know at the end of the song the ballet dancer doesn't get the skater boy cuz she was mean to him and he wasn't good enough for her or whatever... Idk how I'm going to end it so don't just assume it's going to be exactly like the song. Thanks :)

Chapter 1: Sk8er Boi

          As I walked to my ballet lessons with my friends I saw the group of skaters showing off for their girlfriends. There was one that caught my attention... He didn't have a girlfriend in the group but he was still showing off, or maybe not. Maybe he was just having fun. My friend, Amanda, said, "Earth to Harley?" my name was the only part of me that wasn't strictly girly. But I liked it, I guess. I tossed a strand of hair over my shoulder and turned back to them.  

          "What?" but they were to busy trying to figure out why I hadn't answered them to pay me any mind. My other friend, Felicia, looked at me in disgust for a moment. 

          "Har, were you seriously checking out the skater dude?" she asked and I rolled my eyes at her. 

          "Of course not, I just glanced over and saw them." I tried to be reassuring. Amanda didn't believe me though.  

          "Oh God, Har, no! You can NOT like the skater boy! You are a ballet dancer, he is a skater guy. Two completely different leagues! Do you not understand the importance that you do not like him?!" she chided.  

          "Chill, Mandy. I'm not in love with a skater boy." I said calmly twisting that statement so that it was true. Because I didn't love the skater boy. I might like him. I was more than a little fascinated of what he could do on the skateboard. But I could honestly say I wasn't in love with him. By this point, the skater I had been watching was staring at me and my friends. I quickly looked down, cheeks already flaming. I glanced up a little though to see him one more time and he had a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Butterflies went crazy in my stomach and I looked back down. We walked all the way to the ballet studio in silence after that.  

~*~  

          After our ballet lesson we walked out of the studio laughing, my mess-up earlier all but forgotten. I was grinning ear to ear but that smile soon left my face as I saw a guy with a skateboard leaning up against the wall waiting for someone. It was the same one that I had had my eye on earlier. When we walked towards him he looked up smiling, flashing a dimple. Butterflies erupted in my stomach again and I internally sighed. Why did he have this effect on me? I only had seen him once and that was earlier this afternoon. So why did I feel so nervous around him? "Hey," he said still smiling. 

          "How did you even know where to find me?" I asked confused.  

          "Simple, you walk the way a ballerina does, with your toes pointed. Not pigeon toed, the other way. Plus, your friends' bags have the shoes on them." he shot back.  

           I considered this. It was true that Felicia's and Mandy's bags had ballet slippers on them, and we had been taught to walk a certain way, graceful as a bird, the instructors used to tell us. But I didn't think he would notice stuff like that. "You must be... very observant then." I said grudgingly folding my arms across my chest.  

          "I am." he said smugly, smirking. I liked the smile with his dimple better but I guess that was a once and done thing.  

           "Okay, so you went to all that trouble to find me, now what do you want?" I snapped.  

          The smug smirk disappeared and I could see it in his eyes that he was nervous about something. "Can I talk to you alone, without your friends? Just for a minute?" he asked quietly. I nodded. I looked back at Mandy and Felicia to tell them it was okay. Mandy shot me a worried look but then took Felicia's hand. 

          "We'll be waiting around the corner, Har." she says then drags Felicia with her.

           "Now what?" I asked a little more harsh than was necessary. He looked up at me from under his eyelashes. His eyes were beautiul... blue and as deep as the Atlantic Ocean.

           "Would you, um, would you like to, I don't know how to do this." he muttered running his hand through his hair. "Okay, so I'm going to say this before I get nervous again. Wouldyouliketomaybehangoutwithmesometime?" he said it really fast in less than a breath. I was shocked. He was seriously nervous, a small smile was on his lips again. But it wasn't as confident as his smirk, it was...cute, uncertain.

          "My friends won't be happy," I admitted.

           "I kind of figured." he said, smirking again. Just for a little. I pursed my lips. I looked back to make sure they weren't there. I pulled a slip of paper and a pen out of my bag and quickly scrawled down my phone number.

          "Here, text me later. I'll answer. I'll have to think about hanging out sometime." I said smiling a little.