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ray pushed off quickly and then leaped over the gap of the building with his board. landing perfectly on the other side.
"that was sick! hit it, fuckshit!" ray yelled over to his friend.
fuckshit pushed up quickly and leaped over the building and cross to where ray was. turning back over to the three of us, fourth grade, stevie, and ruben. "all right, you got it, ruben."
ruben gulped. "yeah," he muttered to himself. he made his way over to the ledge but stopped out of fear.
"oh come on, what kind of pussy shit was that?"
i looked over at fourth grade and tried staring into the camera but he pulled it away from me and grinned. "nope, not until it's done."
a groaned escaped my mouth. "come on, man. please? for me?"
he chuckled. "i'm sorry but," then cut himself off and widened his eyes and brought the camera over close to his face.
i turned over to see what he was staring at, and once i did my eyes widened as well and felt my jaw hit the floor; stevie was trying to hop over the large gap over the building but was going to slow. i tried to warn him, but it was too late; he fell.
we all ran over and looked down at the hole, where stevie was laying there face down. not moving an inch.
"this nigga dead!" fuckshit yelled.
i took my board from off the ground and ran down the stairs to go over to stevie. the other boys following behind me and huddling around stevie.
ray's eyes widened with fear. "sunburn!" he reached his arm out to touch him but fuckshit smacked it away. "nigga, don't poke him."
i sat stevie up and looked him in the eyes. "sunburn, you okay? stevie, you good?"
stevie finally opened his eyes and nodded his head slowly. looking up at the five of us. "hell yeah." he muttered.
i started to see blood drip down from his forehead. "fuck..." i muttered. the others murmuring "fuck's," and "shit's." to each other.
"take your shirt off, you're bleeding." ray told stevie, and then helped him remove his shirt and placed it on his head. "hold it, hold it right here."
"fuck, you okay?" i asked once again.
he nodded once again as well. "yeah, yeah i'm fine."
fuckshit laughed out of shock. "yo, sunburn is fucking insane!" we all chuckled at bit at that.
i noticed more blood drip from his forehead, so did ray. "oh shit, you bleeding through that one." he turned over to ruben. "take your shirt off."
ruben shook his head. "fuck no, it's my favorite shirt."
i rolled my eyes. "for fucks sake," i pulled my arms up and ripped my baggy shirt off and put it stevie's head. "here, hold it."
when i turned back to look at the boys i saw that they were all staring at my boobs; all except for ray and fourth grade. who quietly made a comment to ruben. "stop staring at them."
ruben scoffed. "you expect me to stop staring at fucking tits? they're titties! the fuck kind of dude would stop staring at fucking tits!"
"one that has respect for women. which clearly you don't." ray said.
fourth grade exhaled out and then pulled his shirt off of him and handed it to me. "here."
i smiled at him and put it on. "thanks." and heard ruben mumble "fucking idiot." to fourth grade once i had pulled it over my body.
