I was shocked out of my mind. Who was she? And how did she know who I was?
First period ended. I decided to skip that class and just go to the next ones. I had seated myself outside under the big willow tree in the front yard of the school. I listened to Sleeping with Sirens and played candy crush.
Hearing the warning bell, I grabbed my bag and went to my next class. I looked over my schedule. Next class is English with a Mr.Newman.
I managed to get there with out any confusions. Students still entering the class, I came in. I made a bee line for the back of the classroom. I got a seat on the farrthest back, left corner.
pulling out my binder and pen, the teacher began to introduce himself.
he was about 6'1. In his mid 40s. Funny guy. He uld definitely be one of my favourites.
I looked to my right. That girl. The same girl. from the hallway this morning. She kept her head down, focused on what looked to be a sketch pad. Taking this time to check her out, I noticed she wore a longsleeve black shirt with the Beatles on it. She wore black skinny jeans with studs on the pockets, and black high tops.
She shuffled around in her seat causing me to look up at her face. Our eyes locked. She glared at me with such intencity that made me think looks really could kill.
I will admit, I was scared. Quickly looking back to the blank page of my binder, I could still feel her eyes on me. Too scared to look up, I picked up my pen and doodled in my binder.
The class ended. Now its lunch.
I made my way to my locker in the highly populated hallways. Once arriving, I saw her. Two lockers down. Ignoring her glare, yet again, I pulled out my board and headed for the doors.
As soon as I exited the doors swiftly, I jumped on my board. The smooth pavement of the sidewalk gave for a smooth ride.
Once off the school grounds, I skated over to a local skatepark.
You know that weird feeling? The feeling of being watched? Ya, happenin right now.
I looked behind me. Nothing. Turning my head to look forward, out of nowhere, well actually the allie way I was passing, She popped up in her board. She did a slide. Stopping dead infront of me. I jumped off my board, kicking out from under me so it didnt hit her.
"what the hell!?!" I yelled. Immediately referring my yelling, I calmed. Paused. Thinking about the situation. She stayed quiet. "Who are you and how do you know who I am?" my voice came out unintentionally thick with annoyance.
Her eyes flashed up to mine. "Your dad." She paused. "Im so sorry. Your dad had an affair with my mom during a work trip." Her eyes searched mine..
To be honest.l, I wasn't surprised. I always had a cold shoulder to my dad. Our relationship broke in its early stages. I was only 7 when he first hit my mom. He held so much anger. He, is a monster.
My jaw clenched.
"who are you and how do you know who I am!?" I nearly shouted.
"The real question here is, what happened to the real Cross?" she said cooly.
"know what? i don't even care about the whole thing with my dad! What is your name??" I cooled down about 10 degrees.
The still nameless girl, kicked up her board. Then held out her hand, "Lux Richardson. You new partner in crime." she winked. I shook her hand then she took off on her board.
Stunned, I went after her. I put on foot on the front of the board. The other pushing off the gravel. I followed her to the skate park.
Stopping behind her, I kicked up my board, then followed as she walked to the bench on the outer edge of the ramps.
