Story

Okay, so it should be fairly obvious by now that I enjoy writing and to testify to this I'm posting a small bit of a story I'm working on. Enjoy!

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It was great while it lasted but I knew it was too good to be true. I knew that as soon as my ass hit the concrete. I was doing a perfect olly till...I wasn't. It hurt. Badly. The cold concrete was unforgiving as my back and head throbbed from the impact. Why was skate boarding so hard? Why couldn't I just fit in? As I laid there and stared at the blue, blue sky trying to figure out if I broke anything, I was vaguely aware of my friends laughing at my wipe-out. Even Spencer was laughing, and she's my best friend. Hell, Crash was even laughing and it was pretty obvious why his nickname was "Crash". I could feel my cheeks flooding with blood, as the heat of my embrassesment became obvious. 'They must think I'm a total loser, maybe they don't even want to be my friends anymore if I can't do a simple olly.' Thoughts of being friendly echoed though my mind. "Hey, do you need some help?" A voice pierced thru my thoughts of humiliation. My eyes roamed from the blue sky to a figure hovering above me. "Yes, please" I said softly. The figure set down their skateboard and stood over me. I reached my hands up and I felt strong, bigger hands encase mine and pull me upwards. I stood uneasily as the big hands released mine to steady me by the shoulders. "Are you okay?" the voice asked. "Yes" I muttered, still embarrassed and I finally take in my savior. Tall, with tanned skin and natural blonde hair, cut just so, my savior's face was handsome, with deep dark eyes, "My name is Dwight" he says and unsurely holds his hand out politely, a few snicker behind him and I catch his blush. I replied after a moment "I'm Jaselle" I replied, smiling a little despite my blush as I extended my hand to grip his. He stares at our joined hands for a moment, and as I began to become nervous, his face spit into a beautiful grin that took my breath away. "I like your name" he said shyly. "Thanks" I said, biting my lip as I withdrew my hand. He blinked as he watched my hand go back to my side. "Um...will I see you around?" He asked biting his lip. "Yeah. Thanks for helping me up" I reply as I bend over to retrieve my board. "No problem" he replies to me, blushing slightly as he picks up his board and begins to walk back to where his friends are. Spencer's beside me in seconds. "W-O-W" she draws the word into 3 syllables as I blush more. "Dwight Rainer just talked to you. Dwight Rainer just helped you up" she whistled low. "He's a junior. What kinda magic did you do to get him to talk to you?" she asked playfully as I just stared down at the spot where he'd been. She had a point we were freshman at East High. Dwight was way cooler then us. I could only continue to gape like a fish as Spencer continued to babble about how lucky I was.


In the days that followed, I was nervous every morning. I took more care in straightening my hair, I lined my eyes in black kohl liner, I stopped wearing baggy sweatshirts. I actually tried to make my appearance nice in a vain attempt to grasp Dwight‘s attention. And I think it was working too. He said hello every morning, he sat at my table during lunch, he offered to teach me some skating tricks. Spencer looked on in amusement on Crash’s lap. One day in study hall, she was absent mindedly running her fingers thru my hair as I was trying to concentrate on algebra. “You’re so lucky. You have the prettiest color of hair and you’re so tiny. Plus, like, the hottest guy in school is in total love with you” she sighed and I blushed. Spencer had always admired my natural platinum blonde hair and short, skinny figure but I refused to believe Dwight Rainer was in love with me.