Holly Short was ticked. No, it was more than that. She could not believe the nerve of those two boys. They actually had the nerve to claim that they had let her win because her board was a "piece of junk", and because she was a girl!
Well, she'd show them who had the better board. She would prove to those fat-headed egomaniacs that she was just as good as they were, maybe even better. Then she would finally get the respect that she deserved.
Holly grinned slightly as she climbed up the ramp. This had been the sight of some of her best ego trims, and she did not expect today to be any different.
Holly glanced down the ramp one last time, before taking the plummet. It was long, but she knew that she'd make it. She took a deep breath, then, whoosh!
Holly had always loved the feeling of hoverboarding, because it was like flying. Gravity seemed no longer a tether, until the board dipped for it's descent.
Her speed picked up as she descended, and as she reached the other side, she made herself small, back flipping twice before gravity yet again tugged her back downwards.
Holly was well aware that this was extremely dangerous, but she also knew that the more flips, and the closer the call, the more nerve, and the tougher your rep became.
Holly turned the board, and headed down the ramp for another go, but then some idiot walked right across the ramp, right into her path! Trying to avoid him, she swerved the board, but then lost her balance and flipped off the ramp, crashing into a bike-rack. The impact of landing on her chest caused three of her ribs to snap, as well as her arm.
Luckily, she still had magic, so her blue sparks promptly fixed her up.
Trouble saw the whole thing, and dashed to her side.
Johnny, on the other hand, was busy laughing with his gang, so they hadn't noticed her spill. For them, Holly crashing after one of her daredevil stunts was of the norm, so they didn't pay much attention anymore.
Trouble touched her arm hesitantly, "Holly," he called tentatively, "Are you okay?"
He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her stirring.
Suddenly, she shot up, shaking her head, and then leapt to her feet.
"Are you all right?" Trouble asked, "That was quite some fall."
Holly, ignoring him, picked up her board, and slightly winced as she straightened back up.
Trouble was startled to see blood dripping down the side of her face, and anxiously moved in front of her. He tried one more stab at being friendly, "Yikes, some cut. Need some help healing it?" His attempt at winning her over was a futile one, because he was shot down with a cold glare from Holly that could freeze the sun.
"No thanks," she growled, and turned her back on him. He heard her mutter, "D'arviting sexist pig," under her breath as she briskly walked away.
Trouble really regretted telling her that he had let her win. He figured that he had nipped any chance of them becoming friends…or more … in the bud. Trouble picked up his board and walked over to Ash, who was thinking that that D'arviting temperamental female got what she D'arviting deserved.
He obviously was still sour and sore over getting punched by a girl who had out skated him.
-Holly-
When Holly finally came to, she was well aware that her blackout had only lasted a second. She was startled, though, to hear the voice of Trouble Kelp calling her name. To prove that she was not a weak wimp that got phased by teeny little falls, she jumped up. No matter how many bones she broke, she would never be seen as weak. EVER!
She felt his gaze hot on the side of her head as she bent over to retrieve her poor hoverboard, which had thankfully survived the fall.
Holly had already been aware of the wet sticky stuff dripping down her cheek was blood, but she was pretty sure that her magic would heal it soon enough.
Then he stood in front of her, and impudently implied that she couldn't heal herself on her own. He actually had the nerve to ask her if she needed him to heal it for her, as if she was incapable of the ability to heal herself!
To that statement she calmly replied, "No thanks," and only lost her temper when she turned away.
Holly stood next to Johnny, who she knew would never mistake her for weak.
"Hey, Johnny," she said, wiping her cheek, "I think I'm gonna head home; I have crunchball practice in an hour."
"'kay Holls." Johnny said absentmindedly.
Holly turned to walk away, and bumped into none other that Chix Verbil. "H-h-hey Holly," he stammered, "I'm sorry that I got in your way. I saw your fall. That musta hurt. D'ya think a kiss'll make it better?" he asked innocently, with his best devilish smile (or attempt at a flirtatious devilish smile), and puckering his lips.
Holly smirked, and answered by punching him right in the, well, kisser, causing him to fall flat on his back with a shocked expression.
With that, Holly jumped onto her board, and sped off.
Trouble Kelp stared after her, thinking, Wow she's pretty.