Chapter 6 (unedited)
“Alright, five bucks says you can’t do a backflip on the first go.” Jordan says, holding his hand out to shake on it.
I squat down with my left hand resting on my skateboard, staring down at the dip in front of me.
I don’t know if it’s steep enough, deep enough, or if I can get enough air...
But that’s five dollars he’s betting...
And I’m craving some coffee.
Deciding to go for the bet, I nodded my head and let out a small grunt. I stood up and shook Jordan’s hand with a grin.
“Bring it on, Jordy.” I say, smirking up at him before setting my board on the edge and preparing to fly down the side.
I take a deep breath, clearing all the thoughts from my mind.
Just let your instincts work, I think to myself.
Setting my jaw in determination, I set my foot onto the front of my board. I feel it tip down the edge before I am flying down the dip and through the center. I zoom up the the wall and can feel it when I become close to being suspended in the air. Just before my board leaves the ground, I throw my body back and grab the board with my hand.
One flip... Two flips...
I position myself and let the board slide back down the side, through the center, and carry me back up to a dumbfounded looking Jordan. I set my feet on the ground beside him with ease as he stares at me with his jaw dropped open.
I push the stray hairs from my face and look at him with a big grin before sticking my hand out to him, the palm facing the sky. “Pay up.” I say, victory clear in my voice.
He shakes his head with a rueful smile. “I should’ve known better than to challenge you.” He says as he sets a five-dollar bill in my hand.
I smirk and fold it, putting it in my back pocket and making my way to the gate of the skate park. “Yes, you should’ve. Now, I will celebrate by getting coffee.” I say with a sense of achievement.
I hear Jordan sigh before heavy footsteps make their way to match my pace and walk beside me.
“So... Last one there pays for drinks?” He suggests, setting his board on the sidewalk and preparing to skate.
I smirk before sending him a sideway glance. “Sure.” I say, holding my board on my hip and stopping. “I’ll give you a head start.”
He grins and looks at my mischievously. “Your loss.” He says before taking off down the cement pathway.
Ten... Nine... Eight...
“You sure you don’t want to come after me!?” I hear him shout behind him.
Seven... Six... Five...
I shake my head. “Nah, you need this!” I yell back.
Four... Three... Two...
“Your gonna regret it!”
“Bring it on!” I yell, throwing my board in front of me and skating quickly down the sidewalk.
“How did you... What... But I...” Jordan stammered disbelievingly as we entered the Starbucks a few minutes away from the skatepark.
“I’m just that skilled.” I tease him with a smile. He huffs and hands me a ten-dollar bill. “Get me a mocha frappuccino.” He grumbles before trudging to sulk in a chair in the corner of the store.
I grinned victoriously as I practically skipped my way up to the person behind the cash register.
“Welcome to Starbucks, what can I get you.” The guy says, not looking up from his phone. I inwardly snort as I predict the next happenings in my head.
I say hi.
He looks up and sees I’m an attractive female.
He tries to look more manly and deepens his voice.
I bat my eyelashes and order. Maybe flirt a little.
He gives it to me and puts his number on the cup.
“Hi, how are you?” I ask, putting on a fake and girlish voice. I mean, let’s face it, when I talk, I talk like a dude.
He instantly looks up, only for his eyes to widen as they look me up and down.
Yep, called it.
He clears his voice and stands straighter with his shoulders squared. “Hey there.” He says with a deeper voice than I heard before.
Called that too.
“What would you like today, beautiful.” I mentally smirked.
Might as well have fun with this.
I giggled and twirled a strand of hair on my index finger. “Um... Can I have a grande mocha cookie crumble and a grande caramel frappuccino?” I ask in a high-pitched voice.
He smirks at me before grabbing two cups and writing on them.
“Sure thing, cupcake. Name please?” He asks me, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
I smile at him and twirl my hair more. “It’s Tessa. Well, the grande one is.”
Get ready, big boy.
He smiles at me and writes it down with a few other things. “And what is the other?”
“Jordan.” I say with a smile.
He grins. “And where is your other friend?”
I shrug non-chalantly. “I think she’s getting something from subway.”
He smirks. “That’s cool. Well, I’ll call you when your drinks are ready, Tessa.” He winks at me, and I feign a giggle.
I walk away and gag to myself.
“Are you okay there?” Jordan walks up to me.
I hold a hand to my neck as I screw up my face. “I hate flirting. Really, I do.”
He chuckles and leans against the wall next to me. “Then why’d you do it?”
I smirked in a conniving way just as our names are called. “You’ll see,” I said before sauntering over to the counter.
“Here are your frappuccinos.” He says with a bright smile.
I grin at him. “Thanks! I’ll make sure to tell my girlfriend about how great this place is!”
And with that, I leave the store with Jordan on my tail and a paled barista at the counter.
“Did you really just do that?” He cracks up, grinning at me from ear to ear.
I shrug but can’t help the smile plastered on my lips. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. But just to let you know, he thought you were a girl.”
At this his face goes blank. “No he didn’t.”
I laugh and point at his drink. “Look, why don’t you?”
He gulps and examines his drink, only to curse. I grabbed his wrist so I could read the message. It said:
Ryan. Call me ;)
And then it left his number.
I looked down at my cup to find the same thing. I cracked up in laughter as Jordan gagged to himself.
“Bro, I hate you.” He said to me with a grimace.
I chuckled and pinched his cheeks. “Aww, you know you love me.” I cooed.
He swatted my hand away and muttered a “Whatever” before huffing and marching down the sidewalk. I laughed as I walked up beside him, occasionally teasing him about how he would make a beautiful girl.