I rolled onto my back and pushed my messy hair out of my face. I stared up at the ceiling and sighed. It was officially the first day of senior summer break. I had just graduated high school and had the rest of the summer before I was shipped off to college in 2 months. Don’t get me wrong, I’m excited, but I’m glad I still have a little while longer here at home. I live in Albuquerque, New Mexico, a state that most people forget about because nothing exciting ever happens here.
Reaching behind the pillow my head was rested on, I pulled out a different one that had my name, Tara Jennings, sewn into it with sparkly purple string. I got it for my 18th birthday a few months ago and it also served as my graduation present since my grandma wasn't exactly my biggest fan at all times.
I sat up and pushed my long blonde hair out of my face, then grabbed my phone which was sitting next to me and looked at my reflection on the blank screen. People say I have really pretty eyes, I can’t tell what color they really are. They might be really light blue, really light green or just gray.
I looked over at my clock and groaned. It was 9:30 and I was scheduled for a date at the coffee shop at 10. It wouldn't take me long to get there so I took my time getting out of bed, checking to see if I had any text messages.
I got up out of my bed and walked over to my closet. I pushed through the shirts and shorts, humming a song I had heard earlier somewhere. I pulled out some jean shorts and a tank top, then pulled them on, brushed my teeth, and French braided my hair. As I put on a thin layer of eyeliner, two brushes of mascara on each eye, and my natural pink lipstick, my phone buzzed on my dresser and I picked it up without checking the ID.
“Hey sexy.” I deep voice said through the phone.
“Who is this?” I stopped and set the lipstick down.
“You’ll see, I just need you to do me a favor.” He said.
“I don’t know who you are.” I said. I balanced the phone between my ear and shoulder as I put on my black converse.
“Yes, you do. Just stop at the park on your way to the coffee place.” The guy said.
“How’d you know I was going there?” I asked.
“Just go.” He said then hung up.
I grabbed my vintage backpack and stuffed my wallet, makeup, and hoodie in and slid my phone in my back pocket. I put my NBA snapback, my old aviators, and my many bracelets on. I ran downstairs, grabbed a muffin out of the fridge, ran out to the garage and grabbed my long board. People assume when they see me with my longboard that I'm some skater chick who hangs out with all the boys and plays in a rock band. I'm not Avril Lavinge or something, I haven't done anything nearly as rebellious as her in my life before. I stuffed the rest of my muffin into my mouth and hopped on the board.
I started down the sidewalk looking at everything as I passed. A few people I knew waved at me so I waved back. Then I was riding past the park and didn’t see anyone there. I slowed down for second and looked around, no one in sight. I shrugged and started forward again, not knowing there was someone right in front of me.
“Ah!” I yelped as I tried to swerve out of the way.
In the event of doing so, my board hit the curb and I went tumbling onto the grass.
“Shit.” I muttered, sitting up from the grass.
My snapback and glasses fell off but I couldn’t see them on the ground. Then a big figure created a shadow over me. He held out his big hand I took it. I brushed the grass and dirt off of me and looked up to his face. Oh, great.
“Ugh.” I grunted.
Standing in front of me was Austin Smith, the “bad boy” of our class. Or as I liked to call him, “the son of a bitch who slept with every girl, and did nothing right at all”.
“What do you want?” I sneered at him.
He was wearing that stupid smirk and even though he was wearing sunglasses, I could tell he was undressing me with his eyes.
“Hey douche, what do you want?” I yelled louder.
“I need a favor.” He said looking back into my eyes.
“No.” I said simply.
I grabbed my sunglasses and put them back on, and took my snapback and put it on backwards. Then I started to walk away.
“Why?” he yelled after me.
“’Cause I don’t like you.” I said without turning around.
He ran up in front of me and stopped me.
“We’ll see how long that lasts. Just do this one thing for me, please.” He begged.
“Why should I help you? You’ve harassed me since 7th grade. Don’t you remember the whole swimsuit incident in 8th grade?” I said putting my hands on my hips.
“Just get over that. You have to help me anyway, you don’t have a choice.” He said.
He grabbed me by the hips and slung me over his shoulders, and then he got on my board and started down the street.
“What the hell?! Let go of me!” I said hitting his back.
“Nope. You’re helping me, whether you want to or not. It’ll be fun. Trust me.” He said.