Under pressure

11: The competition (Part 1)

Betty's POV 

"Come onn, ride faster," I tell my skateboard.

I have an hour until the competition. I had to be in the beach 2 hours before. My brothers are practicing. Jug is practicing. I told them I'll be there 5 minutes after they went, but I fell asleep again.

My phone rings. I pull it out of my pocket and see Chic's name.

I sigh, "I'm on my way," I say.

"You were on your way 2 hours ago," he laughs, annoyed.

"I'm already in the woods," I say.

"Well I'm not finishing this call before I see you. Ride faster," he says.

I push and push and push my skateboard. Fuck. A turn. I try to hit breaks, but I fly on the grass.

"Crap!" I curse and get back up. Fucking knee. I look down at it. Blood. Ew. I gulp.

"Betty?! Betty? Everything okay?" Chic asks in panic.

"No you idiot, you made me ride too fast and I didn't take a curve out," I chuckle.

He laughs so hard. "Blood?" he asks.

"Yeah. Lots," I laugh and get back onto my skateboard.

"Hey, Jug. Listen this. She just fell and she's bruised. AGAIN," Chic says.

I hear Jug laughing along with many people. Probably the Serpents. It doesn't even make me nervous.

I get to the beach and jump off of my skateboard. I take it under my arm and look around. Many people with black jackets. I smile and start limping there.

I see that Jordan can see me while he's talking with Fangs and Archie. He starts laughing as he looks at my leg.

"Not funny!" I laugh as I almost reach them. So many heads look at me now with smiles.

"Honey are you serious?" my mom asks.

"It's Chic's fault," I say.

"How the hell?" he laughs as I reach them.

"You fucking jerk need to call me when I'm riding and yoy tell me to ride faster?" I chuckle and ruffle his hair.

"How's the suit?" he chuckles, squatting down to sew my knee.

"Uncomftorable," I say.

"We told you to get a normal one," Jordan smirks.

"You told me to get a wetsuit, that's bad enough already. I can't even feel the water," I say.

He rolls his eyes at me. I feel something on my knee, and wince and look down.

"Relax," Chic says, pooring water on it.

"How much time do I have?" I ask.

"An hour until 15-16 old boys, so Jug and Chic. And then after them you," Jordan says.

"And you?" I ask.

"It's local's so it's gonna go fast. I'm after you. 17-18."

"How are my chances?" I ask.

He points on one girl, "See the girl in red?" he asks and I nod. "She's tough. Plus you have all the 10 girls who've been champions in regionals," he says.

I furrow my eyebrows, "And how are my chances then?" I ask.

"From what I've seen, you can beat them all," he says casually, making us all laugh.