Pt. 2

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"I should be enjoying summer, not spending it in a small room, with textbooks, chalk boards and desks!" I yell before slamming the door.

Every year. I don't fail every year.... Okay maybe I do. There is barely anyone at the park. That's the way I like it. My phone dings and I see an iMessage. My friend Haley.

Suddenly I hear some guys voice a few feet away from me.

"Hey! Get off the track!" I stay in my spot. If he runs over me, he'll probably not care, and neither would I. I hear his skate board getting closer and closer. When he's seriously four inches away, he stops.

"Are you a freak, or something?" He glares at me.

"I thought you were going to 'run' me over with a skate board!" I snap. I turn to see him in the face. Oh, he was absolutely gorgeous.

"N-no.." Is all he says.

"Mm, and why is that?"

He mutters something. I roll my eyes and get up.

"There. You can skate now."

But he doesn't move. He instead just looks at me.

"What's your name?" He says.

"Alina."

"Well, aren't you going to ask for my name?"

I shrug. "What's your name?" I turn back around and see that he's closer to me now.

He smiles. "Finn."

Then he goes back to his business. He starts doing tricks and on one he glimpsed at me and I just smiled. I look at my watch and I see an hour has already past. Oh crap! I hurry down to the gate.

"Hey, um, Alina!"

I look back. Where the boy Finn was standing.

"Hope to see you another time!"

-Finn-

"Hope to see you another time!" I yell and turn back.

Her eyes were beautiful. Bloodshot gray. I tried impressing her but, I don't think she was impressed. I leave the skate track and go forwards to the gate. I see that Alina is barely half way down the sidewalk. I smile. I walk silently behind her.

I know this would be considered creepy, and I honestly don't really have a reason against it. I chuckle under my breath and lay my skateboard down in the pavement. I slags past her, making sure I brush her shoulder before I pass her.

I needed her to remember me. I needed her not to forget me.

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