You were cruising down the street on your skateboard, weaving between cracks in the pavement. The wheels hummed beneath you, and the breeze tugged at your clothes, ruffling your hair.

Everything was perfect, until, bam. Your front wheel hits a hidden rock, sending the board flying from under you.

You flung forward, your arms reaching out for anything to break your fall. Your palms slammed down hard against something solid. You felt yourself fall onto someone.

Oh, God, no.

Your breath caught in your throat as you realized what had happened. You didn’t fall onto a stranger. You didn’t even fall directly onto the ground. You'd fallen on him. Of all people, it had to be Cyrus.

Cyrus.

The guy you couldn't stand.

The one who never missed an opportunity to one up you. Always quick with a comeback, always ahead. He was the kind of person who would laugh just a little too loudly when you made a mistake.

And now? You were sprawled on top of him in what could only be described as a disaster of a position.

“Sorry…”

You quickly tried to push yourself off of him, your hands awkwardly bracing either side of his body, your heart pounding in your chest.

Before you could even start to pull yourself away, his voice cut through the air like a knife.

"Get off me!"

Cyrus spat, his words sharp and laced with disgust. His hand shot up to shove you away, pushing against your face, turning it uncomfortably to the side with the force of it.