It's surprising how much fun hanging out at a skate park with your friends can be. We do this as often as possible – so mostly after school and on weekends.

"Did you hear about the La Push gang's party tonight? Bring your own drinks and we're in," Mike told Max. Drew's mom is out of town for a week and he took advantage of it by asking anyone and everyone to the party. Drew being in the La Push gang means most of his friends coming over and hopefully, they'll get wasted enough to at least take off their shirt. That is, if I'm going.

Max gave a fist pump to Mike. "You know what that means," Max gave a childish grin. "Girls," I grumbled. Over and over again we hear about all of the girls Max has slept with. Maggie gave me an amused smirk.

"Girls!" Max shouted. "Last time it was two, maybe this time it could be three! Or four!" I bit back another groan as Max high fived Dylan. "And Max, last time you got two slaps on the cheek, maybe this time it could be three! Or four!" Maggie said in the same tone. Maggie, Matt and I burst out laughing. Maggie knew how much I hated Max talking about that stuff.

"Anyways, whose turn is it?" I said, before Max could reply. "Dylan's," Mike said. We all sat and thought for a moment. I was sitting on the railing off to the side of the ramps, Maggie was leaning against it beside me, Mike and Matt were sitting on the grass in front of us, while Max was laying on it and Dylan was perched up on a low branch in the nearby tree we claimed as 'ours'.

"Got one!" Max shouted, sitting up in the grass. He turned his torso to face Dylan. "Do a back flip off that branch. Or a front flip." Dylan looked thoughtful for a minute before climbing up two branches higher so he was almost seven feet off the ground.

"Here goes nothing," he muttered. He bent his knees and pushed off, making the branch shake. He flipped himself backwards so he was all the way and nailed the landing. "Too easy," he smirked at Max. "Angie's turn," He said, climbing back up to his branch.

"I've had your ever since your last dare," Matt said. "You're the only one out of all of us that can hold a hand stand for a minute. So I dare you to hold a handstand for five seconds on one had," I grinned; I thought Matt was supposed to be good at dares. "Matt, even I can hold a one handed handstand for five seconds. And I've got the worst centre of gravity out of all of us," Max complained. "I wasn't finished," Matt said looking me in the eye. Oh no, I know that look. "On your skateboard, not on the grass," Matt smirked. I take it back.

I got off the pole and skated right in the middle of all of the ramps. There was no one else here except for us; the usual crowd comes at around at about three, so we still have another five, maybe ten minutes to ourselves. The guys all left their spots and leant on the pole next to Maggie. "Go Angie!" Max yelled with way too much enthusiasm.

I jumped off my skateboard and stood in front of it. This seemed impossible! But I never turn down a dare... especially from Matt. Matt and I have an unspoken competition between us about who's gonna back out of the others dare... And it's not gonna be me. "Alright," Mike said, looking at his phone. "Time starts when you're ready,"

"Unless you want to back out," Matt shouted with a challenging glint in his eye. "No way," I shouted. Really, I'm just being a baby. One handed hand stand on a skate board? Too easy. I've already mastered a two handed handstand on one... why not one handed?

I dropped down on my hands so I was on two hands and very slowly raised one hand. 1...2...3... My hand started to wobble, which made the skateboard wobble, which made it move. Shit!

... 5! My elbow gave way, making me fall onto my shoulder. Not even three seconds that I was down when really warm arms were helping me up. "Are you okay?" Oh. My. Gosh. It's one of the La Push Gang's guys. I looked up at my rescuer and went completely numb.

He has got to be the cutest, no, most sexiest guy I have ever seen in my entire life. His jaw bone had really strong, masculine angles. His messy, dark brown hair fell haphazardly in his medium-blue eyes that contrasted with his copper skin. He is really tall. Taller than Mike, possibly 6"8?

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the guys running towards us, but right now, I couldn't care less. I was too distracted with this hot guy in front of me. Wow, he really is hot! Not just looks, but temperature wise. I noticed this because he still had his oversized hands on my upper arms. His lips were full and I couldn't help but think they'd be a perfect cushion for mine. Angie, stop it! You don't usually think this way, what's wrong with you? You don't even know this... this... ah, forget it. He's worth it.

"Angie!" Maggie called, breathless from running. "Angie, are you okay?" he asked grabbing me from the most sexiest guy I have ever seen in my entire life, breaking my gaze with him. "Umm, I think so," I said, paying more attention to myself now. I lifted up my short sleeve on my T-shirt.

"Holy shit," the most sexiest guy I have ever seen in my entire life, muttered. I have a very bad case of gravel rash on the top and side of my right shoulder. "I'm fine," I shrugged, pulling my sleeve back down, regretting that I pulled it up in front of them. If it was anyone of them, they wouldn't care but because I'm a girl they think it hurts me more. Sexist bastards.

"Angie, we really need to get you to a hospital," I burst out laughing. "Mike don't you remember dislocating your wrist a few months back?" I asked.

"Yeah. Why?" He said.

"Do you remember that as soon as saw it, you put it back into place and then everyone acted like it didn't happen? Or Dylan. Do you remember when you dislocated your shoulder and everyone acted like it didn't happen? Now, Do you all remember when I dislocated my thumb and you spent that whole month asking if it's okay?" I paused to take a breath and to see what their faces look like.

Matt was, as always, thoughtful. Mike and Dylan were looking at my feet with no expression. Max had an amused smirk on his face. Maggie was looking anywhere, but me. He was the worst when I dislocated it. And the most sexiest guy I have ever seen in my entire life was looking at me sympathetically. I didn't realise he was still here, listening to my endless rant. I turned back to the others.

"Do you know why that is?" I asked, slightly quieter than before, so my voice was back to normal. I paused again. "It's because you're all sexist," I stated. They all dropped whatever expression they had on their faces to look me straight in the eye and started protesting (except for the most sexiest guy I have ever seen in my entire life). "Shut up, I know you are, so there's no need to make excuses. So anyway, who wants to change the subject? How about you?" I asked the most sexiest guy I have ever seen in my entire life.

"Uh, sorry, I probably shouldn't be here. I'll just go," he muttered, before turning around. "No, stop. Thanks for... before," I told him.

"No problem," he smiled. Oh, gosh. That smile. I sighed on the inside. "So... Do you have a name?" Really Angie? Do you have a name? That would have to be the lamest thing you have ever said. Just don't screw up again. Otherwise I'll give you a headache. "Yeah, I'm Collin. I'd take it you're Angie?" Collin asked. Collin. Yeah, it suits him. This time I gave him a smile. "Yeah, I am."

"Hey guys? Crowd's here," Mike said. As if on cue, at least seven people came by on a skateboard, a scooter, rollerblades or a stunt bike. We walked back to 'our tree'. Collin included.

"So what are your names?" Collin asked, looking at the guys.

"I'm Mike," he said, sitting down in the grass.

"I'm Max," he sat next to Mike.

"I'm Dylan" got called down from up in the tree. He jumped down to a lower branch about five feet off the ground.

"I'm Matt," he said, before heaving himself onto the branch opposite the one Dylan was on.

I jumped up onto the same pole that I was on before. Collin leant next to me in the same spot Maggie was in so our arms brushed. Where is Maggie? I looked around the skate park, looking for his bright red hai- there he is. Maggie was riding my skate board back and forth on one of those U shaped ramps on the opposite side of the park.

He glanced up at us and caught my eye. I waved him over before turning back to the others. A few seconds later, Maggie skated until he was beside me on the other side of Collin and stopped the board. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me along the bar until I was pressed up to his side. Why the hell is he making a PDA in front of Collin? Usually, I wouldn't mind but in front of Collin? Please get off me Maggie.

"This is Collin," I said, slightly pulling away from Maggie and gesturing to Collin.

"Maggie," Maggie said, glaring at Collin. Collin glared back. "Okay, so who's going to the party tonight?" Max asked, clearly noticing the tension between the two.

"I'm in!" Dylan shouted, hanging upside down on his branch. I chuckled at Dylan's enthusiasm. In my peripheral vision, I saw Maggie and Collin both look at me. I ignored them.

"Me too!" Mike said, raising his arm. Matt sighed. "yeah, I guess I am, I've got nothing better to do. You coming, Maggie?"

"Depends," Maggie said in the same hard voice.

"What about you Angie?" Maggie asked.

"Umm, I don't know," I said slowly. Last time I went to a party with the guys, we didn't see Max as soon as he picked up his first victim. Mike was dancing with as many girls as possible, but going no further than maybe a kiss. Dylan was grounded. Matt spent almost the entire time in a corner pashing a girl. And Maggie had a girlfriend at the time so he had all of his attention on her at the time before taking her home to have a 'good time.' I danced with Mike and some of the other guys on the dance floor for about an hour, but got pretty bored after that.

"Angie," Dylan whined, still hanging upside down. "Come on, it'll be fun. Especially with me there," he winked at me. I laughed. "That's what I'm afraid of. Being stuck with you because you'll be talking about girls all the time but never has the balls to go up to one of them. Even Matt, of all people, spent the night pashing Tara in the corner."

Matt feigned hurt. "Hey, she not that bad."

"No Matt, I think she means she's out of your league," Max laughed. "Exactly," I said.

"Hang on, do you mean Tara Reed?" Collin asked.

"Yeah, do you know her?" Mike asked, sitting up from his laying position.

"She's my girlfriend," Collin said. Of course, he has a girlfriend. Why didn't I think of that before? I slumped into Maggie, who still had his arm around me. Tara's way prettier than me and although I'm mean to people who I don't get along with, I'm not a complete bitch like her. "I mean, uh, was my girlfriend. Or is going to be was... She too... Ugh," Collin stuttered quickly. "So in a nutshell she's a bitch," I said simply. "Agreed," Max and Mike said together.

"Well, yeah. I've been thinking about breaking it off for a while now," Collin said. "Anyways," Max sighed, far more loudly than a sigh should be. "Party tonight. You in?" He asked Collin. "Ugh, yeah, I'll be there."

"Maggie?"

"Yup."

"Angie, you in?" Max asked me. "Umm..."

"Angie!" All of the guys (except Collin and Maggie) whined in perfect unison. Every single time I hesitate about doing something, they all whine and bitch and moan until I give in.

"Hey Angie," Matt flipped (literally) out of the tree, landing on his feet. He walked so he was in front of me and looked me in the eye. "I dare you."

"I'm in."

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