Skateboarding Stories Novels & Stories

“Wholesome. What about you? You work? Or just skateboard and hang out with girls?” “I… I work part-time at the skate shop,” Maverick said, his tone defensive. “I save most of what I earn. And I’m not just hanging out with girls. Scarlett’s my friend. We skate together.” Jake raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp but now tinged with a hint of curiosity. “Skate shop, huh? You any good?” Maverick shrugged, but there was a flicker of confidence in his eyes. “I’m alright. Won a couple local competitions last year.”

Walking down the street I started to wonder if I was going to be able to walk like that as I proceeded into my pregnancy journey. I still couldn't believe that I was pregnant for that long without noticing.. After ten minutes of walking down the street I branched s store where I had seen a series of shoes being sold. Skating has been my best sport ever since I left lacrosse, there's just something about it that just makes it feel like freedom. “How may I help you miss?” I turned back just to see a tall handsome dude behind me with a smile plastered in his dimpled cheeks. “I need to get skating shoes, you know the ones with the blade underneath!”.

“Can we please talk about something else?” I groaned as Jake went on to another story about me. “I think that the last story about me running naked through the high school is enough.” I stated, going to grab myself another beer from the fridge. “Isn’t this what families do? Tell embarrassing stories about each other in front of their significant others?” Jake laughed, taking the beer I handed him. “You should have heard the stories Amalia’s parents told me. Skinny dipping in the neighbor’s pool was one of my favorites!”

She found another small scar just under his left eye and then further down on his jaw and neck. “What happened?” “Skateboarding accident.” “Skateboarding?” she asked, shifting around to rest her arms on his chest. It was the least likely thing… She couldn’t picture him doing anything other than running a multi-million dollar investment group. “I didn’t grow up in a bubble.” “I know. But… skateboarding?” “Yeah, I liked it! Skateboarders don’t care about anything but your board and your skills.” Aiden didn’t say anything else but she sensed there was more to it than that. She let her mind roam over what he said and suddenly it came to her.

He joked. "Says the person that works out everyday and weigh 280 lbs " She teased poking his chest, he just laughed it off. He had begged her to go to the gym with him once and she almost fainted there, it took her days to regain her self. In his arms, she fell deep asleep. She looked peaceful like an angel that she is, Hussain used that moment to draw circles on her back. She always hated it because it makes her shiver.

“They’re the ones with the real stories.” He met her gaze. “And what if I don’t want to tell mine?” Skye leaned in, lowering her voice. “Then I’ll have to pry it out of you the polite way.” He raised a brow. “And what’s the polite way?” “Asking nicely.” She rested her chin on her palm, her eyes gleaming. “Tell me something, anything, a piece of a story, why you chose this bar, why you’re alone.” Max didn’t answer. Skye’s smile softened.

A shadow falls over my left flank, a dark, rich scent of pine and absolute authority hitting my senses a millisecond before the heavy impact of a massive body aligns perfectly with mine. Kai doesn't slow his stride, his skates cutting a deep, aggressive groove into the ice as he hooks his stick horizontally against my hip, checking my momentum just enough to force my spine back against his solid chest. "Your focus is drifting from the perimeter, Prince," his gravelly frequency rumbles against the shell of my ear, his breath hot in the freezing air of the arena.

For the so called skate battle, I was going up against a kid named Axle, he was probably the best skateboarder around here, but not for long. "3. 2. 1... GO!." The skate battle began as we skated down a large Boulder, when we got to the top, Axle did some air tricks, I'd admit he has got something under his sleeves but he is no match for me. I did a summersault in the air and landed freely on my skateboard again. The cheers I got from the students was really soul lifting... Even though my soul is too heavy to be lifted!. "Well that's it for round one of fun, now everyone let's proceed to the Shriek Slide!."

He got me male skates rather than female, he said female skates are better for figure skaters, but male skates are better for sports, which neither made sense to me I wasn’t aspiring to be either. “Don’t look so nervous, no one is here so if you fall, just stand back up and try again.” He kept trying to give me pep talks while he laced up my skates, but it didn’t make me feel any better. It wasn’t falling and embarrassing myself that I was concerned with, it was hitting the ice and breaking my tailbone or a leg.

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