Skater Squad

Chapter 3

Evan
"What size are you?" Craig quizzes as he digs into his closet.

I was settled on his bed, examining the trophies and medals on his bed desks.

"Oh uh..."

"Doesn't matter we're pretty much the same," Craig didn't allow me to finish my sentence and tosses a handful of his clothes with a pair of converse shoes.

"Put these on while I get some snacks, I may be small but I get bloody ravenous," Craig chirps before exiting the room.

I peer down at the clothes, quirking a brow as they were something I would never think of wearing.

I groan out loud but place the plain white shirt along with a white hoodie with black and red stripes.

I choked on air as I struggle to peel up the tight black ripped jeans. At first, I thought they were a size too small but I managed to fit it above my hips and it adjusted.

Craig barged in with a packet of Oreos and a cheese stick hanging out of his mouth. I finished placing on the white converses, standing up and twirled around to show him the finished result.

"Wait, hold on," He pauses my spin, grabbing one side of my shirt and tucks it in but left the other side undone over the brim of the jeans.

He holds a finger up and digs into his draws. He munches on a cookie as he throws on a necklace that hung down to my chest.

"Perfect, now you look the part," He remarked blissfully, his cheeks puffed with cookies.

He guided with to his mirror and I gaped at the stranger staring back at me. I looked like a whole new person.

"Now you don't need to hide your cake behind a flannel no more," Craig snickers, wiggling his brows.

I roll my eyes, playing with my hands uncontrollably.

"Now let's try with this bad girl," I twist around to gaze at the male who held up a skateboard.

I raise my hands in the air and shake my head. "Umm.. no thanks! As I said, I can't skate."

"Well not with that attitude! Cmon I'll teach you."

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The skateboard wobbles under my shaking legs as I struggled with my balance.

"Your feet are in the wrong place dude," Craig laughs as he skates up and down his neighbourhood road.

I grumble lowly at how flawlessly he was able to ride around the road with his phone in hand.

"Don't put your feet at the back, they're meant to be at the front unless you want to fall back into the pavement," Craig instructs, jumping off his board to stand by me.

I cling to him for dear life as the board moves under my weight.

I grasp onto his shoulders as I wobbled.

"Now keep your right foot on the board and kick off with your left."

Take one of my feet off the board?? What did this guy think I was capable of?

He notices my glare and snickers. "Don't worry, you can use me for balance."

I breathed in a long breath and grazed my left foot against the ground before returning it to the board.

"Holy Cheesus I'm doing it," I laugh as my board weakly trod down the road.

"Now kick off extra hard and move your left foot to the tip of the board for extra speed," Craig informs with a giddy smirk.

I plaster a determined expression and graze my foot down against the asphalt sending me riding down more.

"Whoa, you're doing it!" Craig's voice called from afar.

I glimpse over my shoulder with a furious expression. "You let go??"

"Well, birds gotta leave the nest eventually..."

"IM NOT A BIRD, IM A KID WHO DOESN'T KNOWS HOW TO RIDE A SKATEBOARD!"

My heart sunk as a silver car turned down Craig's road.

"Brake Evan and let the car pass," Craig shouts.

"YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO BRAKE."

"Oh.... fucc-"

Craig's voice trailed as the boards slowed down but my body hit the hood of the slow-moving car.

I fall to my rear with a clatter.

"Evan! What the hell are you doing?" I wince as mom rolled down her window and furrowed her brows at me as if I had grown two heads.

"Sorry, mom..." I laugh sheepishly, picking myself up. "I didn't know you were coming this early."

"Well hurry up then, dads making burritos!" Mom cheers dramatically, steering the car to the curb.

"Aw man, you gotta go?" Craig pouts beside me.

"Yeah sorry, thanks for having me though," I chirp, outreaching the board for him to take.

He chuckles and nudges the board back into my chest.

"You can't give those back yet, keep the clothes and board, I have plenty, wear that tomorrow and we can meet at mine so we can ride to school together," Craig explains. "This lesson ain't over."

"Thanks, dude, I'll text you later," I wave my hand as I headed towards the car.

"Bye-bye," He squeaks, shoving his board back under his feet and rode up the asphalt.

"So how was today?" Mom questions as I hop into the passenger side. She looks me up and down and tugs on a smirk. "Someone's looking fresh."

"Mom please never say fresh again, it's expired now," I mumble into my hands.

"Okay then Mr Too Cool To Be Nice To His Mom, how was school?" She repeated.

I stared longingly at my shoes then at the skateboard.

"I'm liking it."