I Stole the Bad Boy's Skateboard
I quietly climbed down the ladder beside my window in the middle of the night. My hands shaking and my feet quivering each step I took downwards. I level myself in front of his balcony, still gripping the metal ladder for support.
You shouldn't be doing this. First of all, it's dangerous and you'll probably kill yourself. Second, it's the middle of the night and you'll probably get caught.
Being the stubborn and hard-headed person I am, I reached out one hand and grasped the balcony railings. I closed my eyes and took one last breath while hanging on to the railing with one arm. Before I knew it, I had let go of the ladder completely and hung on the balcony with my feet dangling in the cold early morning air.
I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die.
Grasping and holding on like my life depends on it (because it does), I swung one leg over the low railing followed by my other leg. I did it! I didn't kill myself! Now all I have to do is get my hands on that precious skateboard.
Alexia Foster is your typical, invisible, high school junior. Hunter Chase is your one and only junior heartthrob slash big time player. In other stories, it's usually the good girl who falls for the bad boy. Apparently, this story is going to be a little different from the rest. This is a story of two different teenagers whose lives are changed since then by a stolen skateboard.