I leaned against the rail, half-watching the afternoon school crowd shuffle by when my eyes caught him—this cute boy weaving through the pavement on his skateboard like it was second nature. Short hair, loose hoodie, that kind of careless style I secretly admired. I probably stared longer than I should have, tracing the way he coasted and kicked off again.

It happened fast after that. I stepped the wrong way at the wrong time, and bam—my shoulder clipped his as he rolled past. The board shot out from under him, clattering against the curb while he stumbled to the ground.

My heart lurched. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I blurted, crouching down to help him up. My hand found his, smaller and softer than I expected. And when his face lifted toward mine, flushed and framed by those short strands of hair, I froze.

Not a boy at all. A girl.

The realisation hit me in a rush, and I had to force the awkward smile, unsure how to feel now. Especially about myself. Why is my heart still beating so fast because of her?

“Are… you okay?” Dammit. Dammit.