Skater Cinderella

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Chapter 7 (unedited)

“Hey, Princess.” I feel my lips pull into a smile as I close my locker and look at a smirking Will.

His arms are crossed as he leans against the locker next to mine.

Do all guys do that? It always seems to happen in love stories and books, I think as I raise my eyebrows.

“Oh my goodness,” I feign a valley girl accent, ”The Will Thatcher has graced me with his presence! I’m am like... So blessed... It’s crazy...”

He chuckles and shakes his head with a rueful smile. “Don’t do that, Princess, it doesn’t suit you.”

I raise an eyebrow at him before he clears his throat and stands up straight. “Anyways, I was wondering if you heard about that new horror movie? Uh... Dark Skies?”

I nod my head. “I’ve seen commercials for it.”

He nods at me. “Yea, well, and I was planning to go with a friend... But then he cancelled... So I was wondering if maybe you would like to go? With me? Since my friend didn’t show up?”

I open my mouth to respond but he cuts me off.

“You don’t have to go. I mean, I want you to. I want you to go, I mean. But you’re not obligated or anything. And this isn’t a date, no. I just have an extra ticket and prefer not to go alone and--”

“Will!” I exclaim, clamping my hands on his shoulders.

“Ah... Uh... Yes?”

I shake my head and laugh. “I would love to go, Will.” I smile.

He smiles at me. “Really!?”

I nod my head. “Yea, it would be fun.”

He grins and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into a hug. “You won’t regret it.” He says, his voice muffled by my hair.

I laugh lightly. “I sure hope not, Will.”


This. Was. A. Terrible. Idea.

I watched with horror in my eyes as the person was dragging into the dark room he was running from.

Behind you! Behind! Look behind you!

I chanted saying in my head as the dark figure rose to stand behind the character in the movie. I screamed at the scene before me and curled into a ball on Will’s lap.

When the movie first started, we were in our own seats, and an arm rest was between us. That fact changed twenty minutes into the movie.

“Are you okay there, Princess?” He asked me, keeping his arms wrapped securely around my body.

“Y-yea. I’m f-fine.” I say. I whimper when someone screams, curling farther into Will and burying my face in his chest.

He chuckles beneath me. “Yea. Sure you are.”

Just as he says this, I peek out of my fingers, only to scream and curl up more in Will’s lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“You know, if I knew you’d spend the whole movie on my lap, I would’ve taken you to see it sooner.” He says micheviously.

I slap his chest and keep my head buried in his chest. “Sh-shut up y-you jerkface.” I say, my voice muffled.

He sighs and tightens his arms around me. “Don’t worry, Princess. It’s almost over.” He kisses my forehead. I nod my head and wait for the rest of the movie to pass by so I could escape that horrid movie theater.



Don’t open your eyes, it will kill you if you do.

“C’mon, Princess. Open your eyes.”

That’s exactly what it wants. Don’t fall for it.


Oh dear God, it knows my name! I am going to die!

I hear a loud sigh before I am lifted up and the being carrying me begins to walk in a direction.

“Open your eyes, Princess, we’re no longer in the theater.” A deep voice speaks to me.

“Are you telling the truth?” I ask the person carrying me, my voice muffled by their hard chest.

The chest vibrates beneath me as the arms under and around my body tighten. “Yes, I am. Open your eyes.”

I peek one eye open, only to see the walls of the theater hallway passing by. I open my other eye and look up to meet gazes with Will. “Is... Is it over?” I ask him, looking behind him to make sure there are no dark, creepy, and strangely thin monsters following us.

He nods his head as an amused smile sets itself on his lips. “Yes, it’s over.”

I sigh in relief when the realization dawns on me that Will--MY Will--is carrying me.

Oh sweet mother of cheese.

“Um... Will?” I ask sheepishly, looking up to see him staring ahead and walking, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Yes, Princess?”

“Can you... can you let me down?”

He stops walking, looks at me, and raises an eyebrow. “Let you down?”

I nod my head and gesture at the position we are in. “Yea... If you could stop carrying me, that would be great.”

He chuckles and sets my feet down on the ground gingerly, leaving an arm around my waist. “Sorry.” He says with amusement in his voice.

I give him a small smile and continue walking down the hallway with his arm still around my waist. “It’s fine.” I say, a light blush making its way onto my cheeks.

“So... dinner?” He asks me inquisitively.

I nod my head vigoriously. “Yes please!”


“Oh my God! This food is amazing!” I exclaim, taking another bite of the cheeseburger in my hands.

Will laughs and takes a sip of his milkshake as I chomp down on the delicacy I am holding.

Burgers this good shouldn’t even exist...

I moan as I swallow, letting the taste of the food be absorbed in my taste buds. “This is so good!”

Currently, we were eating in the diner in which we ate ice cream on our study date, a week ago. Ever since that day, Will and I would come here twice a week to study.

Will looks at me with humor in his eyes before speaking. “You having fun there?” He asks me humorously.

I nod my head quickly as I swallow another bite of the burger. “Totally...” I trail off, getting ready to eat another piece off the burger.

“Slow your horses, Princess, you don’t want to choke.” He says before laughing at the glare I send his way.

“I can eat as fast as I want to!” I stomp my foot under the table and huff, crossing my arms like a child.

“Yea, okay. I was just making a suggestion. So anyways, how did you like the movie?” He asks me micheviously. I groan and set my burger down.

“It was awful! Who makes a movie like that?! Who even has the mind to think of something so twisted?!” I exclaim, throwing my hands in the air. “I won’t be getting any sleep over the next few weeks thanks to that movie...” I grumble, crossing my arms and pouting.

My poor sleep... lost... never to return...

Will chuckles before sliding the milkshake over that I had been eyeing for the past five minutes. I grin and take it, drinking from a second straw that I insert into it.

“What if I stay at your house tonight? Then I could protect you from the big, bad monsters.” He cooes, looking at me with a pitiful pout.

I scoff and roll my eyes. “In your dreams, Prince Charming.”

He grins and takes back the milkshake, causing me to whimper. “Your loss. Just call me when you need me to hold you while you sleep.” He says confidently--a little too confidently for my liking. I roll my eyes.

“Yea, aha, sure. Whatever.”

He smirks before taking a sip of the milkshake. “So I never actually found out, why do you need to get your grades up within two months?”

I sigh and snatch the drink. taking a sip of it myself. “Well, there is this Halloween Skate Bash--a skateboarding competition--and I need to compete in it. But, it has a minimum grade level for those who are still in high school.” I say.

I nods his head. ’Yea, I’ve heard of it. I am actually competing in it myself. But why should it matter if your grades meet the minimum or not?”

I give him an ‘are-you-serious’ look. “You serious right now? I am a competitor. But I can’t compete if I don’t get good enough grades.”

He looks at me in astonishment. I put a hand on my cheek as if something were on my face. “You skateboard? You are going to compete in the Halloween Bash? But you’re a girl!”

I scrunch my eyebrows together in confusion as I look at him. “So?”

He shakes his head. “Girls can’t skateboard. It’s a known fact. A girl winning the Halloween Bash? That’s the end of the world right there.”

I look at him astonished. “You can’t be serious.”

He nods his head. “I don’t think a girl has what it takes to be a serious skateboarder. Sure some like to do it for fun, but that’s it. They can’t take it seriously.”

I send a glare at him before standing and walking away from the booth angrily. He catches my wrist before I make it out the door, and I am aware of a majority of the diner’s customers watching the show.

“Princess, what’s wrong?” He asks me in confusion.

“You said girls can’t skateboard seriously.”

He nodded his head. “Yes, it’s true. And?”

I humph and stomp my foot onto his, making him yelp and jump back , holding his foot. I spin on my heel angrily before spinning on my heel and marching out the diner doors and in the direction of home.

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