Skater chic + love = ? (slowly editing)

Chapter 2

Hey people of the universe, so this is the second chapter of the story, so like i said in the first chapter, the brands, logos, and other stuff are not mine. they belong to others, not me. I just wanna say that. 

Enjoy, 

Samara :)

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Chapter 2

As I left school, I felt as if I was losing myself. Tristan's face looked.... kind of hurt.  His brown eyes looked as if it was darker than usual.  It looked almost lethal. Which makes me kind of worried for him.  I wouldn't expect Mr. Ice heart to have any feelings. I know that seems harsh and shallow, but how would you react when a bloody in the face guy landed near your feet.  And it was Tristan that caused it. 

Well that's what I hear. But maybe he's just misunderstood. He could probably have a bad past, and needs someone to help him. 

I wonder what's going on with him? I hope he's alright.

Wait, hold up! Sam, don't even. NO, NO, NO, I'm not falling for that. He's mean, rude, and is a piece of garbage. This isn't the bad boy and girl love story. This isn't a fairy tale that you would get a perfect prince. This is real life. 

Oh my god, come on Sam, he is not worth your time. You can't change him, because that's who he is and always will be. You already know this!

I know that, really well actually. Girls from all over campus want him to be the ideal prince to sweep them off their feet. Everywhere I see, in school, girls who haven't made the best of choices with eyes on Tristan. They throw themselves at his feet. sucking up to him, metaphorically and literally. Not the mental image I would want to have, but that's the truth of the matter.

Let's just say that I'm not part of that herd, and I'm officially in a relationship with my skateboard. I rather skateboard half pipes than be chained to that.

Jesus Christ, I know I have my thoughts on skateboarding, but I focused on my work to get A's. 

Because, if I don't, my dad and step-mom would blow the horn, and take my rights away at home. 

Oh yeah, I forgot I was in the car with that pricking air head.

So, I'll explain what the heck is going on, and how my step-mom got into the picture.

You see, about 3 years ago, my mom and dad were divorced and I was living with my mom. I honestly didn't really mind the divorce, my dad was a retard. He didn't love my mother as he used to.  

So I was like, "Good riddance" not caring what happened to him. Oh, then the credit card company called my mother, saying that we couldn't use the card.

I was thinking, "That son of a gun!!" knowing what my dad had done.

My dad closed the card, knowing that my mom couldn't get one open. She had no choice but to have me living with him, while she was handling the credit card situation. My mom was a tough one, so she can handle anything. But for the moment, I have to live with my dad and his newly married wife, the bickering Ann Darlene, until my mom can get the card and money expenses going. My mom hated the thought of me living with these idiots as much as me, so she's doing what she can to get the money back.

Until then, I have to live with this idiot of a dad, and that 70's woman that I can't ever think of as my mom. That's what I promised to my mom and most importantly, myself. 

I have to be strong, especially through the bad times, now that my mom is not with me everyday.

The only, and I mean the only good thing about living with them is that I can have the freedom so go on my own. I just have to be home by 9 or 10:30 p.m if I call. Dad wants me to be "comfortable" with living with them. By "comfortable" is that I love them to pieces and that I would forget my mom. YEA, MY BUTT, I don't think so. Actually, I know so. Because that wasn't happening, not for a long shot.   The thing that I had to put up was that air head's embarrassment and bickering whenever she picks me up, which is everyday after her work gets done.