He's my sk8ter boy

Ch. 3

CH. 3

 

The park was pretty crowded when I arrived, I stood at the fence looking around to see if I could find him but it was hard because everyone looked like him with the whole skater look.

“Looking for me?” I heard a familiar voice behind me ask

Turning around there he is as hot as ever. I smile, “Hey”

“Hey, so what swung you by?”

“Oh haven’t you heard I come here all the time.” I said sarcastically and chuckled

He laughed and shook his head causing his hair to fall in his eyes.

“Come on” he said and grabbed my hand sending shock waves up my body. He pulled me to a small ramp and sit down his board, “Ok, just step on”

I just look at the board feeling a little uneasy about it. He must have noticed because he takes both my hands in his and then says, “I’ll hold you, you won’t fall. Come on” so I hesitantly climb on, the board wobbles a little causing me to let out a little shriek only loud enough for him to hear.

“Ok, now with me holding you I’m going to push you just try to stay balanced” I nod to scare to speak. He moves his hands down to my sides making heart pump way faster and I hope he doesn’t notice. Then he slowly pushes me from side to side. “See, ok you ready for me to let you do it by yourself” feeling confident I nod and he lets go, I stand there not sure what to do he must have noticed because he laughs softly before saying, “Put one of your feet to the ground and give a little kick backwards”

Doing as he says I push off but its not a little one and I fell right down. Blake rushed over and kneeled in front of me, “You ok?” he asks

I nod, because surprisingly I was, I was enjoying myself too, more than I had in a while.

“You want to try again?” he asks standing up and then handing me his hand to help me up.

I look at my watch and realize I have ten minutes before my ballet practice starts, “I can’t I have ballet”

He cocks an eyebrow, “Ballet?”

“Yeah you know with the tutus and slippers”

“I know, its just you don’t seem the type”

He’s right, I don’t seem like the type and I really want to quick but my mom said it would be better for me. Whatever that meant.

“Sorry but I have to go” I said turning around making my way to the exit.

Ballet practice was boring and just the same way it always was doing twist and twirls, stretches. Once the teacher said we was dismissed I ran to change and then met my mom outside in the car.