Disclaimer: I own everything but their names.
June 22, 2001 – Santa Cruz, California
"Excuse me, just one second. I have to go ask my boss…" I hurried over and grabbed Jasper's arm. "This guy is asking for new trucks. Since when do we sell cars?"
He looked at me like I was nuts. "You're kidding me, right?"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?"
"Girls," he muttered. "Follow me, please."
I followed Jasper to where my customer stood, and looked on as he expertly assisted in helping the guy pick out his new set of… trucks. As it turned out, they had absolutely nothing to do with a vehicle, and everything to do with the pieces that went together so a skateboard could…well, skate.
Ugh. It'd only been a few days and already I was feeling overwhelmed, to say the least. Who knew there were so many things to learn?
Not me, that's for sure.
It seemed like every day I was getting smacked with something else I didn't know yet. And not knowing everything going in? It drove me a little bit mad. I'd always been the girl people came to for help, not the other way around. I didn't like feeling like the dumb one. Plus, swallowing my pride sucked, and every time I had to pull either Paul or Jasper away from what they were doing to help me, I felt just a little bit smaller.
"Wow, I feel like a complete jackass," I admitted.
Jasper smirked. "You totally should."
Luckily, Jasper was always willing to help. But that didn't mean he refrained from making fun of me about it relentlessly. I understood it, though. The boys were putting me through my paces. Letting me learn things the hard way, just like they all had.
I don't think I would have had it any other way.
Super short chapter this time, sorry guys. But you know what that means, right? You'll probably get another one tonight. ;)
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