I'll admit it. Wrecking a bike is kind of painful. But if the reward is a delicious looking boy helping you up and offering you ice cream (whatever that is), I think I'll take my chances with the bike.
I sniffled as he helped me up.
"hey are you ok?"
He had pale blue eyes. And his dark brown hair was a crew cut, which is waaay cuter than hanging down in your face in my opinion.
"Ya, I think I'm fine. Thanks" I wiped fake tears out of my eye. My dark blackish green eyes.
I stood and smoothed out my black miniskirt.
"I'm Riley" he said. I smiled
"Hi Riley. I'm Selkie" I smiled as sweetly as possible without revealing my teeth. No matter how white they are, razor sharp, alligatorish fangs will still freak a guy out. I learned that one the hard way, back in New York.
"Cool" he stood awkwardly for a minute, like when a guy doesn't know what to say to a girl.
"Hey, do you want to go get some ice cream?" he asked, turning red when I laughed.
"I'd love to! But I was just on my way to meet one of my friends by the lake." I said sadly.
"Unless, you wanted to come?" I widened my eyes in innocent hopefulness. And he fell for it.
"Sure. Sounds great!" he smiled, "Come on, the ice cream place is just down the street, we can eat it on the way"
"Oh my god! That is sooo good!" I shoved the rest of the cone in my mouth and swallowed. For the first time that day, I wasn't lying. Ice cream was the second best food in the world. After meat, of course.
Riley laughed.
"I still can't believe this is your first time having ice cream! Where did you say you were from again?"
"New York!" I smiled and flipped my hair back over my shoulder. The long black curls caught the sunlight with a greenish tint.
"Even more unbelievable!" after that we sat in silence for a while, I leaned up against him. Any girl would be lucky to have him as their boyfriend. Too bad it wasn't going to happen.
I looked out across my lake. It was shallow, only a hundred and five feet at the center, but it was good enough.
I looked down at my wrist where the tattoo flashed black and green against my pale skin. Riley looked down.
"You have a tattoo?" he asked, astonished.
"Yes, and?" I looked up at him.
"Its cools, but who did it? I thought you had to be 18 to go into tattoo parlors."
I shrugged. "I friend of mine."
I needed to hurry things up. It was getting later. Soon people would be out partying by the lake. They always did, and sometimes I joined them.
"What is it?" Back to the freaking tattoo. He was great kid but I was starting to get annoyed with him.
"It's a Celtic knot. The kelpie." I smiled for real this time, revealing my fangs.
"what the fu-" he never finished his sentence.
30 minutes later, blood bubbled up from the bottom of my lake. I broke the surface a second later and swam ashore, climbing out and shaking my mane, not that it did any good. It was always wet. I sat on the rock on my beach and watched the other teenagers party a mile down the shore.
I picked my teeth with a bone.
I would probably join them later.
Those silly mortal boys. They tasted so good! And they were easy to kill.