Skater Squad

Chapter 11

Evan
Day one of the gardening club.

Rule one! Always wear your gardening apron.

Rule two! God, please be gentle with the plants.

Rule Three! Always ask for help if needed!

It seems like I still didn't understand rule three yet, stupidly thinking I could carry two large soil bags on my own. My legs tremble under the hefty weight and I knew this was how I die.

However, it just wasn't my time as Brian came to my rescue, his face messy with dirt yet still very handsome.

I offer a smile of gratitude and take the soil to an empty gardening bed. We empty the contents of the sacks into the empty space where I soon break rule two.

The job for this morning was to create a new home for a family of pink cosmo seedlings. I empty pots of the already growing flowers, ready to be planted into the flower bed. However, Brian hovers over me, crouching down with me, his chest pushing into my back. He peers over my shoulder and takes my dirt soiled hands into his own.

"You gotta be gentle, they're just babies," He murmurs with a smirk, aiding me with placing the dirt square dirt clump into the bed.

I sense my heart pound in my chest as Brian grips my wrists and puppets my hands, patting and smoothing the soil over the seedlings before moving away.

I feel a cold sensation run up my spine as he does so, his sudden warmth disappearing.

I shake myself off, half to get rid of the dirt and the other to banish the strange feelings tingling around my limbs.

"Thanks," I say as Brians hands me a beaten up rag to clean my hands.

"You look cute in your little apron. It suits you," Brian states from out the blue, his eyes glued to my apron before moving his sight to the softly swaying green life.

"You look rather spiffing yourself," I pat his arm gently, ignoring the feeling of his hard muscles under my fingertips.

I jump at the ear-piercing ring of the bell. I sigh in disappointment at the short morning and hand Brian the little apron around my waist.

"I gotta run, I'll probably see you tomorrow morning," I shout, seizing my bag and jogging to the door.

"We don't have club tomorrow!" Brian calls back, too late for me to respond as I'm already down the steps and off to class.

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"No, no, no. Your foot placement is all wrong," David lectures angrily, more hotheaded than usual.

I didn't want to say anything, in fear he would get more red in the face than he is now.

I knew what I had to do but having him near me, I kept recalling the look he gave in the hallway. At that moment, it looked like I had just kicked his dog.

I couldn't focus on boarding, my mind was too full of ways to say sorry but I didn't even fully understood why I needed to apologise.

I lose my footing abruptly and my body was thrown sideways, David swiftly catches me pulling me back into his chest. I feel myself heat up just as he releases me from his grip, allowing me to get my footing back.

"If this is how you ride a skateboard I don't think you should perform in LAST," David confessed grimly.

I glared at him, the fluttering feeling fading. "Why do you have to be so mean? I've done nothing but been nice to you and you've been acting like you want to spill my guts!"