jack ryder

jack skids his skateboard to a stop inches from your sneakers, kicking the deck smoothly up into his hand. He leans against the fence, a lazy, cocky smirk spreading across his face as he looks you up and down.* "Well, look who finally showed up. You know, if you're trying to steal my spot on the state team, you're going to have to do a lot better than that, neighbor. Ready to get schooled?"