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Aisling

I step into the gated skate park, adjusting my black tank and mini skirt, as I hear the familiar sound of wheels grinding on metal. I look up and lock eyes with a grinning Tyler, who’s stalking toward me.

“Hey, pretty mama!” He shouts from the other side of the bowl.

Time slows, and everything gets quiet. Eyes burrow into me like maggots waiting to feast on my decomposing body. I hate men but Gods can their dicks be useful.

“Tylerrrr!” I squeal excitedly as I drop down to sit on the edge of the drop .

I put my hands on my knees, using my elbows to squeeze my tits together and watch his eyes light up.

Like I said, too easy.

He puts one foot on his board and drops down into the bottom of the bowl before flying back up toward me. He takes a quick pause on the edge next to me, throwing me a wink before dropping in and out a few more times, landing next to me after his final run.

I feel a warm hand on my lower back as he settles down beside me, roughly pulling me into his side. He smells like sweat and weed, a sickly sweet smell that lingers in the air, penetrating everything around us.

I love the smell of Mary Jane, but the added undertones of body odor combined with what I’m sure is some hard drug makes me gag a little.

Tyler nudges me, pulling me out of my thoughts. When my eyes meet his, I catch it instantly–his pupils are blown wide like he’s rolling on something.

Suspicions have been confirmed .

He passes me a joint and lighter–his lips turning up in a smirk like he knows what this will get him.

And he’s absolutely right.

The night drags on as I watch the boys skate around the park, some of them following behind on their boards. They snap pics and record clips, already thinking about how it’ll look on their socials later.

I was honestly surprised to find out that most skaters aren’t as lazy as everyone makes them out to be; it just depends on how much they care about what they’re doing. If they don’t, I’ve learned not to expect much.

“Hey A, you tryna join me for a walk?” Tyler asks as he grabs my hand roughly, already expecting me to agree. And honestly, why wouldn’t I?

I give his hand a light squeeze and look up into his eyes, a glimmer of mischief reflects back. As my tongue runs along my top teeth, I can’t help but smirk back at him.

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot.” There’s a promise of what’s to come laced into my words.