"Sammy?"

"Casey …hi?" I responded weakly. I saw his face repetitively change from confusion, hurt and anger as he spoke.

"I don't get it Sammy you said you were busy." I looked down but didn't answer.

"Are you avoiding me?"

"NO…it's just…" I couldn't really think of anything to justify what I did. It didn't make much sense to me either.

"You know what? Fine Sammy, I can take a hint," and he left making me feel like an absolute idiot.

I wanted to chase after him but what would be the point? That would just make this situation more stupid. I really blew it. Why didn't I just try to explain? He would have understood. Then again maybe he wouldn't I barely understood it myself but I should have tried. I felt my eyes start to sting and my throat start to hurt. I just wish the floor would suck me up and never spit me back up.

I felt awful.

I'm so stupid. Why didn't I just go after him! I'm so stupid. Stupid, Stupid Stupid.

The worst part is I can't even talk it over with anyone because no one knows or…knew about us. My eyes were really hurting now but I felt like a loser. As if I'm going to cry here in the middle of the mall, in front of all these people. But as I felt the first tear roll down my cheek I ran as quickly as I could to the washroom.

As I ran past people I saw the pity glances the people were giving me. Each person I past or brushed by would turn to me and stare at me as if I was a little puppy who made a mistake. And I hated it. By the time I got to the washroom I realized how stupid I was being and pulled myself together. This was just a huge misunderstanding. Why was I crying?

I felt so embarrassed. I hope no one I knew saw me.

As I washed my hands, I was even able to laugh about it a little. It was a just a huge misunderstanding.

I'd straighten it out with Casey when he comes tomorrow at lunch right? We'll laugh about it. This was so ridiculous.

Oh no! What if he doesn't come tomorrow?

Then I'll call him. That's what I'll do the minute I get home I'll call Casey and explain all this to him.

And as I was beginning to feel much better there I saw snowflake lady. I began to turn away I did not want her to see me now. She'd probably go on about how running was un-lady like so I quickly jogged down the escalator. Yes, I know I always insult people who run down escalators. I mean it's moving would it really be so much to just wait the extra minute? Then, there are always the people who are so rude as to literally shove you as they run down the escalator.

Anyway as I jogged down, I noticed that the lady was talking to Jonathan Ludwig, the man from the booth. Well curiosity got to me so I decided to see what she was doing. So I got off the escalator and snuck behind them. I decided to hide behind a huge standing board that was an advertisement for the competition. I heard the conversation pretty clearly.

"Well I can't just do that!" Ludwig seemed kind of shocked as he spoke to the snowflake lady.

"Yes, of course you can. I don't see any reason why you wouldn't be able to." The snowflake lady answered.

"I can't, alright?"

"You most certainly can," She responded stubbornly.

"Mrs. Jensen please I don't wanna do that alright? Don't make me."

Mrs Jensen!! That was Mrs Jensen!

"I am not making you do anything Mr. Ludwig I'm simply advising you to." And with that she stomped out of there.

That was Mrs Jensen, one if the judges for the competition? How did a lady like her ever become interested in skateboarding? She couldn't possible be any good at judging. How did she even get the job?

What was she making Ludwig do anyway? She sounded pretty persuasive. None of this was making much sense but I'll get some answers soon enough.

A/N I just wanted to say maximum I think …but im not sure I may have took the whole fighting thing subconsciously from ur story /…so sorry about that…but hey I updated right? And I did it out of the goodness of my heart, u know not that I was afraid u guys would trace me down and stalk me or nuthin lmao…anyway plz review every1