Skater chic + love = ? (slowly editing)

Chapter 1

Hey people, this is my first story on watt pad, so forgive me for the mistakes. And for the stuff I say in the story, I don't own any of the brand names or names of the stories announced. They all belong to the rightful owners. So,yea, I hope you enjoy this story

from,

Samara <3

Chapter 1

"Sam, are you serious!!!," yelled Taylor. 

I turned around to see a bunch of hyperactive teenagers making a mad dash toward me. Oh man, no turning back! Thus leading to my back on the ground, and having the weight of the group slowly crush me. 

"Would you get off of me!" I screamed, not in the mood for a broken back. That got people noticing. 

Grimancing at the bruises I had just recieved, I glanced over to see my attackers. To my dismay, it happened to be my friends. Dang it,  I wasn't really in the mood for a pounce on my head. It is as if I were the last pair of Vans, and having people maul me. Not a pretty image to see.

"Whoa! Chill you guys!"

Oh wait, i haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Samantha Riddles. And  before you go as open your mouth into saying this annoying phrase, stop what you're doing. NO I'm not related to Tom Riddle in any way! And you can just keep your mouth shut!

Jesus, don't get me started on how many times I've heard that one.

That's why I prefer for people to call me Sam.  And also, Samantha sounds formal to be appropriate with my friends. So Sam works for me.

I tried to shake out all the rocks and dirt out of my long somwhat wavy hair. When I get home, I'm totally going to take a shower. Dusting off my black skinny jeans, I noticed that my favorite Black, ink bled heart, graphic tee had a chocolate stain on it.

I scowled at the group, "Ok I'm not going to yell at you guys, I'm already in a bad mood."  I straightened my back, looking over the crowd, just being slightly taller then my friends. Sometimes the tall girl had her advantage. 

You dont wan't to get this girl pissed, so to all that don't know me, you might wanna just run.

 With my black, oversized hoodie in hand, I glowered at Taylor, who seemed to get the message. Don't I seem friendly? 

Not really. More like scary.

That girl, Taylor, who is screaming in my ear, is my crazy best friend. Now people wondered how  did this antisocial mess of a person have friends? Well, I dont ask how do you wake up in the morning. It just comes naturally. However, with Taylor acting like she had 5 cans Of Monster, this was something big. Everyone was going a little more crazier than usual, and Taylor is the totem of normalacy. Well more or less. 

Why are people going crazier than normal? What's fueling the crazy energy?

Because, as everyone knows, I'm the new champ at school. Most people would be great at singing, dancing, drawing, and etc.

However, even though those are really cool, that's not what I'm the champ of. Do you wanna take a guess?

Oh you guessed it, SKATEBOARDING. Yea, that's right, I'm the new skateboarding champ at school. Now, how would that be a problem? You got the title, and the fame that comes with it. Well, it's a BIG problem because the one of the old champs,Skinner,wanted to challenge me to a competition. The winner would get the title, and the loser would get the "Sorry dude, but I won, and you lose, GET OUT." speech. Yea, that's not intimidating at all.  Note the sarcasm in my voice, that tells how confident I am. It would have been normal if Skinner were just a regular guy. However, fate has a funny way with me. Not only is he one of the best, but he is one of the hottest guys at school. Usually I don't really care about looks, it's all about how you perform on the ramp. But this is ridiculous! Short, brown hair, which was combed to the side. Fit body, which is what we all ask for. Just a little bit taller than me by an inch. And the feature of Skinner that I hated/loved the most is his hazel eyes. I mean, they are perfection. Which is why I hate them. I'm anything but perfection.

 Everyone was going ballistic because of the competition. I try reasoning with my friends, knowing that their worries are bigger than mine. "You guys, I will be fine, he's going to regret ever trying to beat me" I smirked, knowing that I was not going to make it. And as I was exiting the school with my friends, my worst fear were realized.

My stepmother came into the parking lot. " Oh lord, don't let her yell out my name," I prayed. But no duh, she squealed my name,

"Yoo-hoo!, Samantha, come on, lets go home!,"

Oh man, talk about embarrassment. My mother dearest she looked like she was from the movie "Hairspray" as one of the main roles.

"Oh god, got to go," I sadly said, as I turned to leave.

Then, the funny part was that as I turned to leave, I crashed into something, or someone. It turned out that I crashed into Tristan, the school's bad boy. I know that sounds like any cliche in the book, but he literally is a bad guy. and he was in my area of sight, looking pissed.

I cursed, as I got up, then I froze in fear/awe thinking the world has ended. He was the most meanest guy at school. And the most cut throat person you will ever meet.

Rumors about this guy spread through the school like wild fire. Saying how he's been with loads of girls. Or how he uses them to his advantage. He's also the guy that has his name labeled in the detention hall. Along with fights, sometimes drugs, and other things, he is known to have your neck in a choke hold in 10 seconds flat, without you being able to escape.  I honestly don't believe in this nonsense, and there is more that meets the eye. Still, that doesn't mean that he isn't scary. On the upside, he's also the hottest. Yeah, even hotter than Skinner.

His black, shaggy hair was parted to one side. And don't get me started on his eyes. His eyes are warm, chocolate brown that can make anyone go crazy Then again I haven't been in the near proximity of him, because everyone is scared of him. His fan club think he's missunderstood. I can see why, but if a guy can literally kill you in the matter of seconds, no wonder people steer clear of him.   He also has this smile that can fall head over heels.  Or Vanz, but you get the point. Well, so I've heard, because he never smiles. Apparently the ones who see him smile are the girls who dont have alot to say, but get all the guys with their attributes so to speak. His eyes are usually so cold that they look like the dark sky. He's also slightly taller, so I  would have to raise my head only by a little bit. 

"Are you deaf or something, move," he said with an angry look.

"Oh, sorry," I mumbled.

"What was that?" he questioned teasingly. Or that's what think.

Wait, what???

"Nothing," I quickly replied, trying to get out of his way.

I got to my stepmother's car, trying to hide in the car.

Why was Tristan so mad? And why am I caring?

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Well that's the first chapter, vote and comment for this story. And should I make another chapter?

And comment on what i should do in the next chapter, or what i should change. Any comments are helpful. Just plain rude ones, that don't really help me develop the story are not what i'd want to see. And i know i should have made it longer, but I'm still a newbie. So i dont know how to make it longer into more pages. So people, help me figure out how to do the cover, cuz im stuck there. Well yea anyway

Hoped you like it

Samara <3