Shoot For The Stars (Wesley Stromberg)

Chapter Nineteen: It's all on you

Scout~

“Well played, chicka.” The skater kid said with pursed lips.

He’d introduced himself as Morgan when he came over.

Then I whooped his ass.

“Scout.” I replied and skated off.

I left Maddy and him talking for a while.

After shopping with Brooke for two hours, I needed a break.

Man, that girl can shop.

We spoke the whole time about their family and then my own.

She was caring and understanding.

Again, like with Wes and Keaton, I felt like I could tell her anything.

I revealed to her a lot more about me than I told Wes.

It’s not that I didn’t want him to know, I just hadn’t had the opportunity.

After we finished, Maddy called me up asking to meet at the skate park.

Of course I agreed and Brooke dropped me off.

I saw a group of guys approach Maddy and Morgan.

They stank of dope to high hell.

They probably wanted to chat up Maddy, like always.

I let out a little chuckle to myself as I swerved to avoid a beginner, desperately trying not to fall off.

He looked up at me enviously.

The kid looked young.

“You’ll get there soon, I promise. You just need to stick at it.” I called back to him.

He shot me a smile and returned to trying.

I did a full lap of the park on my board, hit a few ramps and headed back.

As I got nearer, I dropped my board down.

One of the guys turned around and pointed at me.

“That’s the girl!” he yelled.

The hench-est one turned around and looked down at my board.

His snapback covered most of his face.

He looked up at me.

“Wes?” I choked out. Guilt crept up on me quicker than Sylvester on Tweety Pie.

“SCOUT?” His voice was raised and the usual softness from his voice disappeared.

I felt bad for not going back to him when he asked to hang out today but Maddy distracted me.

Wesley’s eyes bore into me as I avoided his gaze.

“You did a rad job!” one of the guys smiled.

Drew chuckled to himself lightly.

“Yeah.” Wes agreed finally. “You kicked ass. No offence Morgan.”

“None taken.” Morgan yelled from behind.

Wesley looked at me again, less angry.

His arms outstretched and I pressed myself against him.

The strong smell of narcotics sunk into me straight away.

The smell almost taunted me.

“Wes have you been smoking weed?” I asked as I pulled away.