Skater Squad

Chapter 14

Evan
David's home was spectacular. He lived in quite the posh suburb in a large house. Well, since he had five siblings and a businessman as a dad, it was no wonder.

We sit in the dining room at a divine wooden table. His younger siblings sat a different table in another room so it was only his parents, older sister, Beverly and James in his highchair next to his mom.

David sets a plate of sushi and a bowl of rice mixed with chopped veggies and shrimp in-front of me and settles down to the seat to next to mine.

"I hope you don't mind fish, Evan," Mrs Nagle speaks, feeding James spoonfuls of rice. "David and his dad had just gone fishing lately and we have an abundance of fish meat."

"I don't mind! Besides, I didn't know you go fishing," I smile to David. He chuckles and nods.

"Hey! What about me?" Mr Nagle whines.

David scoffs. "Please dad, the largest thing you've caught is a deceased crab. Leave the fishing to the experts."

Mr Nagle gapes his mouth at his son's words, his wife chuckling beside him.

"Why are you acting so surprised? He gets it from you!"

I let them bicker and split apart my chopsticks. I peer over to David's hands that were holding the sticks flawlessly.

I pout but determined and attempted to copy his technique. I guess he spotted me struggling to pick up the blocks of fish and rice and leaned over my shoulder.

"Do you need any help?" He questions with a hint of amusement in his slur.

A bit my tongue as I feel his breath against my neck that caused my body shudder. I twist around so his breath wouldn't hit me and nod.

"You gotta hold them like this, with your thumb there," He instructs, taking my hands and fiddled with them like he was sculpting play-dough.

I loved it when he touched my hands, it made small bolts of energy buzz across my body and I felt like a giddy child on Christmas Day.

"I think I got it, thanks," I assure as he finished sculpting my hands around the wooden sticks. I was happy to find that I was able to pick up the piece of sushi and bring it to my mouth.

A long joyous hum rumbled from my throat at the delicious taste.

"These are so good!"

Mrs Nagle grins widely. "Why thank you! Maybe I should add sushi to my menu."

"Menu for what?"

David answered. "My mom owns a restaurant in the city. She's a star chef."

"I am not! Enough with your flattery and eat you darn food," Mrs Nagle laughs, cleanings James face of rice.

"Well you are a chef," He adds.

"No wonder theses are so good, I'll have to have dinner at your restaurant someday," I smile, stuffing my face with sushi.

I halt my feast when I feel my hand brush something warm. I peer down to my side, David's hand was next to my unoccupied one.

He peers down with me, a faint wobbly smile on his face as he clutches my hand with his own and intertwined our fingers.

I smile, feeling my face and ears burn as I avert my eyes to my food.

"So what do your parents do, Evan?"

I peer up to Mr Nagle who was looking at me expectantly.

"Oh, my father works in business and my mom illustrates books."