Author's Note: Hey guys! Wow, it has been a really long time since I've written and I just hope that I havent gotten anymore suckier at it. Anyway, here is a new idea that I've come up with. Drop a comment and tell me what you think! If I get enough, I'll write some more on it, if not, I dont know what I'll do. Have fun! Sarah

"Dude, did you just see that guys casper hop?"

Eric Barrera turned his shaggy, brown head to look at what all the fuss was about. Apparently, someone had mastered a few tricks and was showing off to a crowd, and doing a good job at it. He shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back to his own board, "Eh, he's alright," he replied simply.

Dropping into the pit, he began to skate, showing off his own tricks as well. After his run, Eric slowed to a stop near his friend Charlie. "Good run man," he said with a nod, "As soon as you land that 360 man, you will be untouchable!"

Eric laughed and shook his head, "I'm already untouchable," he grinned. "So did you find out who that guy was?" he asked, running his hand through his hair.

"Yea," Charlie replied, lifting his eyebrows in surprise, "that guy is actually a chick," he finished with a smile.

Eric's eyebrows shot up to his hairline in shock, "A chick?" he repeated.

Charlie nodded his head and looked over at the girl who was now grinding on a rail. "She's pretty intense," he added. Lifting a hand, he scratched his blonde head and then shook it, "It's weird though, you don't see many chicks around these parts that can do this kind of thing."

Eric laughed, "I know," he replied and began to skate towards the girl. "Most of them are like that Barbie doll, Kayla, sort of thing. They are blonde bimbos who are too scared to do anything for fear of breaking a nail!" As he glided he turned to Charlie, "Oh my GOD! Did you like see what he like did to the like other guy! That was like so totally wrong!" he mocked, feigning ditziness.

Charlie snorted and came to a stop as he watched the girl's board land on the ground, not missing 'Princess' airbrushed on the bottom of the hot pink skateboard. He couldn't help but chuckle at it before his eyes caught the girls. "Hey," he said, suddenly becoming quiet.

Eric's eyes surveyed the girl. She seemed every bit the skater girl, from the vans on her feet, all the way to the Oakley sunglasses and retro baseball cap on her head. He knew that underneath the baggy pants and punk t-shirt lay a pretty nice body. His green eyes returned to her face, wanting to see what hers looked like, but had no luck.

"Like what you see?" the girl asked, her voice a mixture of humor and cockiness. Putting a hand on her hip, she took a foot off her board and set it on the ground as she waited for his response.

Eric let a lazy smile slide onto his lips and he shrugged, "Eh, the grind was alright, but you might need to work on your landing, it seems a little off."

The girl lifted an eyebrow slowly and laughed, "Just what I thought," she said slowly, "a cocky skater boy who thinks he's the shit and obviously intimidated by someone who has the same skills as he."

"You really think you are as good as me?" Eric asked, an amused expression coming over his chiseled features. "I doubt it princess," he added in a serious tone.

The girl laughed and shook her head, "Well, when you think that you can take me on, just let me know," she smiled. Looking at her watch, she frowned and looked back up at them, "I have to go boys, later."

As she began to skate off, Charlie looked at Eric, "Hey, what's your name princess?" he shouted after her.

The girl turned her head, and board, and smiled, "Kay," she replied. "And yours?"

"I'm Charlie," he replied with a big smile, jutting his thumb at his chest, "and he's Eric," he added, pointing towards the dark haired guy standing next to him.

Kay nodded and gave them a small salute, "See you around boys," she said before dropping into a pit and skating off towards the exit.

"Dude, she was so hott," Charlie said, as if he were entranced by her.

Eric rolled his eyes and turned his board, "She was alright," he replied nonchalantly. "Body wise, she was pretty fine, but something must be wrong with her face."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well," Eric began, "if she had a hott face, she would have taken off her sunglasses. But she didn't, thus implying that she must have something wrong,." Skating towards a vert ramp, he looked back at Charlie, "But other than that, she was alright," he added.

Charlie shook his head, "Whatever, man," he replied, gliding towards the ramp as well. "You're just mad because she has the balls to take you on."

Eric snorted his reply, "Highly unlikely…"

Kayla Madison dropped her gym bag in the back of her red Mercedes and closed the trunk lid. Sighing, she looked at her reflection in the glass and ran her fingers through her dirty blonde hair before tucking a few strands behind her ear. Adjusting the halter strap on her cheerleading uniform, she made her way towards the football stadium.

"Kayla!" a voice shouted from behind her.

Spinning on her heel, she looked over her shoulder to see a few of her girlfriends waving and coming towards her. "Wait up!" one of them shouted as they picked up their pace.

As soon as they reached her, Kayla turned and continued to walk, "Good evening ladies," she said brightly. "I hope that you all are pepped up for the game," she said slowly.

The girls laughed, "Of course!" one of them said. "We are cheerleaders, duh!" another one piped in.

Kayla smiled and nodded, "So you are! I always forget! it's the whole uniform thing, I just totally don't know what you are," she joked.

Snickering together, the other girls nodded at her joke. It was just like them to laugh at anything that was uttered by Kayla Madison, even if it wasn't funny.

For three years, Kayla had been the woman in charge. Her friends, or sheep as she referred to them, were always trying to please her and be whatever she wanted them to be. Little did they know that all Kayla wanted them to be was themselves!

"So, how is Cameron?" one of the girls, Sara Beth, asked, linking arms with Kayla.

Out of all the girls, Sara Beth was the most genuine and original. She had been friends with Kayla for a few years, before the others had pretty much fallen victim to being like everyone else.

Kayla shrugged her shoulder, "He's fine I guess," she replied. "I talked to him after school for a few minutes," she added, turning to look at Sara Beth.

Sarah Beth let an eyebrow rise slowly and cocked her head to the side, "What does that mean? Don't tell me the golden couple are having problems." Flicking a piece of hair out of her face, she looked into her friends blue eyes and nodded, "I understand."

"We are just at a standstill," Kayla replied softly, not wanting the other girls to here and start spreading rumors. "But, I'm sure things will work themselves out," she added. "they always do."

"Oh my gosh Kayla! What happened to your arm?" one of the girls squealed as she pointed to Kaylas left arm in horror.

Kayla stopped and looked down, expecting to see a large gash but instead, a small bruise had formed and was turning a dark shade of purple. Looking up at the girls, she played coy, "I don't know, I must have bumped into something." She smiled and shook her head, "You know me, I'm so clumsy."

The girls nodded and Sara Beth rolled her eyes good-naturedly. Smiling, Kayla placed her hand over the bruise and rubbed her arm before turning and walking into the stadium...