Chapter 9

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Chloe
Ahh, the skate park. My favorite place to be.

The skate park is somewhere that I can be myself.

"Hey, look! It's Chloe!" Someone yells.

"Oh my gosh! Chloe, you're awesome!" Another person screams.

I'm the only girl in my school that skateboards, so I guess you can say that I'm pretty popular at the skate park.

But at school, I'm nobody. I'm just plain old Chloe Martinez.

"Bye, Drew! We'll catch you later." Wesley yells, riding his skateboard.

Then, someone runs into me, making me fall of my board.

"Hey! What's your problem?!" I yell at him.

"I'm so sorry!" A familiar voice says from behind me.

"Wesley?"

"Chloe? I'm so sorry for making you fall." He says, holding out his hand to help me up.

"Whatever." I say, getting up without Wesley's help.

"Why are you such a bitch to everyone?" Keaton says, walking over to his brother.

"Why don't you shut the fuck up and leave me alone?!" I snap back at him.

"Damn, it was just a question."

"Well, maybe if you-"

"Stop. Both of you shut up! All you shut up! All you two do is argue!" Wesley cuts me off.

"You know what! UGH!" I say, picking up my board.

I skate away, not wanting to deal with Keaton.

Keaton
I should've have said anything. I feel like a total jerk! I hate being rude to Chloe.

I love her. I want her to be mine. But she'd never go for me. Never in a million years.

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