pleased.
“Sort of,” I said, discreetly taking the picture of me with my mouth open out of her pile. Besides, this could be fun. Where was that picture of Derek sticking his finger up his nose?
CHAPTER SEVEN
MacKenzie
The next morning Ren was waiting for me when I walked past his house.
“Hey,” he said, his skateboard thunking down on the sidewalk. He wore the same sweatshirt from yesterday, his hands in the pockets.
“I should probably practice,” I said, eyeing the skateboard.
“Go for it.”
I stepped on the board and stood there, afraid to take the other foot off the board to shove myself forward.
Ren waited, watching me, his face impassive.
“We should probably be moving in a forward direction,” I suggested.
He nodded. “That’s true.”
“You could help.”
“Yes, but your back is ticklish. It’s a problem.”
I put my arms out. “My arms aren’t ticklish.”
He smiled faintly and gently pushed his hands against my arms. The skateboard started to roll and I concentrated on staying upright.
“Excellent. We’ve gone six inches. By noon we should reach the end of the block," I muttered. I put one foot down and pushed against the sidewalk. The skateboard rolled forward, so I did it again.
I made it to the street corner and hopped off. “I think that’s enough progress for one day.”
“You did great,” Ren said, picking up the board before we crossed the street.
“How long did it take you to learn?”
His mouth twitched in a smile. “I started younger.”
“So you were skateboarding when you were two.”
He laughed. “Don’t worry about it. You’re fine.”
I pestered him the rest of the way to school, but he wouldn’t tell me when he'd started skateboarding. He kept saying encouraging things like, “Everyone is different.”
I met Katie at my locker and said goodbye to Ren. She raised her eyebrows at me but I ignored her. I knew I was flirting with him, but I didn’t want to admit it.
In Homeroom they passed out ballots for "Most Likely To" and “Best Smile” and all that. I voted for Kyle as "Biggest Flirt", much to his delight.
He snatched up my paper so he could approve the rest of my votes.
"Thanks for respecting my voting privacy," I said.
He shook his head, a patronizing smile on his lips. "You could use my advice.”
I snatched my ballot back, explaining, "I need to add another category--Most Gigantic Head.”
"That hurts," he mocked, his hands over his heart.
"I doubt that."
The bell rang and he jumped up, grabbing his bookbag and ruffling my hair, which he knows I hate. "See ya later, Shawty."
I met Ren in the hall before Spanish and he walked me to class. He wore a plain black t-shirt, his necklace falling under the neck of his shirt. He usually wore a loose shirt or a sweat-shirt. It was the first time I had a glimpse of what he as built like. He was pretty much perfect, as I suspected-- lean and compact, as if his body were chiseled from stone.
I noticed girls turning back around to get a second look at him. It would only be a matter of time before he found a girlfriend, which was kind of depressing. I should simply enjoy the time I had with him instead of worrying about the inevitable, but when girls were tripping over themselves it was hard not to.
We walked by the Maddy cluster--a bunch of girls hanging around Maddy at her locker, flipping their hair and glancing around the hall to see who might notice them. Maddy was wearing her blond hair in curls that must have taken her an hour, her jeans tight enough to show that she most definitely did not have a muffin-top.
"I didn't vote for her. They didn't have a category for Most Slutty," Maddy was saying and some of the girls laughed, adding their own descriptions.
I instantly felt sorry for whoever they were talking about. They were also a tad hypocritical, in my opinion. They wore miniskirts, their shirts were so tight
“Sort of,” I said, discreetly taking the picture of me with my mouth open out of her pile. Besides, this could be fun. Where was that picture of Derek sticking his finger up his nose?
CHAPTER SEVEN
MacKenzie
The next morning Ren was waiting for me when I walked past his house.
“Hey,” he said, his skateboard thunking down on the sidewalk. He wore the same sweatshirt from yesterday, his hands in the pockets.
“I should probably practice,” I said, eyeing the skateboard.
“Go for it.”
I stepped on the board and stood there, afraid to take the other foot off the board to shove myself forward.
Ren waited, watching me, his face impassive.
“We should probably be moving in a forward direction,” I suggested.
He nodded. “That’s true.”
“You could help.”
“Yes, but your back is ticklish. It’s a problem.”
I put my arms out. “My arms aren’t ticklish.”
He smiled faintly and gently pushed his hands against my arms. The skateboard started to roll and I concentrated on staying upright.
“Excellent. We’ve gone six inches. By noon we should reach the end of the block," I muttered. I put one foot down and pushed against the sidewalk. The skateboard rolled forward, so I did it again.
I made it to the street corner and hopped off. “I think that’s enough progress for one day.”
“You did great,” Ren said, picking up the board before we crossed the street.
“How long did it take you to learn?”
His mouth twitched in a smile. “I started younger.”
“So you were skateboarding when you were two.”
He laughed. “Don’t worry about it. You’re fine.”
I pestered him the rest of the way to school, but he wouldn’t tell me when he'd started skateboarding. He kept saying encouraging things like, “Everyone is different.”
I met Katie at my locker and said goodbye to Ren. She raised her eyebrows at me but I ignored her. I knew I was flirting with him, but I didn’t want to admit it.
In Homeroom they passed out ballots for "Most Likely To" and “Best Smile” and all that. I voted for Kyle as "Biggest Flirt", much to his delight.
He snatched up my paper so he could approve the rest of my votes.
"Thanks for respecting my voting privacy," I said.
He shook his head, a patronizing smile on his lips. "You could use my advice.”
I snatched my ballot back, explaining, "I need to add another category--Most Gigantic Head.”
"That hurts," he mocked, his hands over his heart.
"I doubt that."
The bell rang and he jumped up, grabbing his bookbag and ruffling my hair, which he knows I hate. "See ya later, Shawty."
I met Ren in the hall before Spanish and he walked me to class. He wore a plain black t-shirt, his necklace falling under the neck of his shirt. He usually wore a loose shirt or a sweat-shirt. It was the first time I had a glimpse of what he as built like. He was pretty much perfect, as I suspected-- lean and compact, as if his body were chiseled from stone.
I noticed girls turning back around to get a second look at him. It would only be a matter of time before he found a girlfriend, which was kind of depressing. I should simply enjoy the time I had with him instead of worrying about the inevitable, but when girls were tripping over themselves it was hard not to.
We walked by the Maddy cluster--a bunch of girls hanging around Maddy at her locker, flipping their hair and glancing around the hall to see who might notice them. Maddy was wearing her blond hair in curls that must have taken her an hour, her jeans tight enough to show that she most definitely did not have a muffin-top.
"I didn't vote for her. They didn't have a category for Most Slutty," Maddy was saying and some of the girls laughed, adding their own descriptions.
I instantly felt sorry for whoever they were talking about. They were also a tad hypocritical, in my opinion. They wore miniskirts, their shirts were so tight
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