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a well deserved distraction (part 2)

i rolled my eyes when i noticed EJ in front of me.

"i'm just going to grab my bag." i told him.

"listen, El, i-"

"don't. i'm not ready to talk. and my name is Kylie." i said, standing up and walking into the bomb shelter to grab my bag. he followed me inside. turns out boundaries means nothing to EJ.

"EJ, i said im not ready to talk. i don't want to make a scene so please leave me alone." I told him, trying to whisper.

"okay." he said, lifting his arms up in defence. i walked away then started running towards Ricky, who was waiting for me.

"so where are we going?" i ask.

"well, you taught me how to dance, which is your favourite thing so i'm gonna teach you how to do my favourite thing." he says.

"which is..." i ask.

"skating! i'm gonna teach you how to skate." he says. little does he know, i taught myself how to skate during my shockingly embarrassing vsco girl phase.

over the years, i got pretty good. but i wasn't gonna tell him that. i'm gonna let him man-splain to me a bit before showing him. girlboss behaviour ig.

"and this, is called a kick flip." he says. "i don't know... this seems pretty hard. i don't think i can do this.

"it's a bit hard for beginners but i think you'll get the hang of it with some practice." he told me. oh please.

"can i try?" i ask, grabbing his board. once i have it, i run over to the half pipe. i get on top of it and Ricky is yelling at me to get down. i pretend to slip before putting my foot on the board and showing him my tricks.

i skate down and flip around on my way back up. this goes on for a bit before i get back up then slide down.

"woah. where did you learn to skate like that?" he asks me, jaw on the floor.

"just something i learned." i said. then i get a text from my mom telling me to come home for dinner.

"crap, i need to get home. i'll call you later though, ok?" i tell him. we soon part ways and i drive home.
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"hi, i'm home!" i yell as i walk in the house. no one responds but i hear faint laughter coming from the dining room. maybe my grand parents are here or something.

i walk further into the house and see that my mom made a much bigger dinner than she normally does. we have company over but it's not my grandparents. I know that because they're speaking english and they're not yelling at each other.

i quickly run into the washroom to fix my hair because it got a little messy while skating. then i walk into the main dining room.

"Kylie! look who's here!" my mom says. i'm gonna have a tantrum. i plaster on a fake smile.

"mr and mrs Caswell! EJ! what are you doing here?" i ask in a fake voice. i can't believe this is happening right now.

"well, i ran into Cash at the grocery store and we decided to get together for dinner tonight!" my dad said.

"surprise!" EJ says with a worried smile.

"excuse me. just one moment." i say before running upstairs. Alyssa is already in my bedroom.

"i saw them pull into your driveway. what the fuck." she says.

"i don't know what to do but they want me down there like now." i tell her, slightly panicking.