[BOYD JAGGER REID]

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Zayn Blake was his nemesis. Boyd stared down at the half pipe and considered the trick. He was sure he could do it, his confidence wasn’t the problem. No, Zayn was the problem. Top of the slope in a clean 360 before pushing through to do that again, one and a half more times, in mere seconds. God, he hated the guy. In reality that was all nonsense of course, Z. was awesome and the fifteen year old looked up to the other boy like no other but Boyd could not stand getting outskated. Not here, not anywhere.

It annoyed him, here he was, competing in almost every competition the nation offered, at a level that his dad would’ve been jealous of at his age and yet he was going under ‘cause of Zayn, freaking, Blake. This couldn't be so hard, right? It was just half a turn more than he was performing every other weekend but apparently streetsmart was outwinning this one today. Fuck.

His jaw set and he stared fixedly at his feet. Boyd wasn’t enjoying himself like he usually was, he had grabbed the deck rail so often, and harder than usual because of his frustration, that his hand had become sore. Yes, he was competitive as hell, so what?

Boyd pushed though, launching himself down and then up the next slope once more. It felt good, he was going to make sure this was it, one final time. The rotation went well. Once. Twice, yes, yes,...,...and another half…YES.

Finally, why had he not been able to get it right sooner? Before he could even finish his thought he felt his balance shifting and instead of some sketchy landing that he would’ve been able to live with he fell flat on his ass. Of course. He got up and irritatedly made his way down from the ramp, ”Screw this, man”

• ZAYN ATLAS BLAKE

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[ZAYN ATLAS BLAKE]

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ayn Blake was done for the day. He had just pulled off the most seamless set of moves. He had felt it in his soul as his body bent to his move, his board in sync with his feet. Everything slow motion and hyper speed all at once. One 360, then two, ah, and then a half. Zayn's fingertips brushed the board for the final strike before easing off. The whoops and hollers said it all. He got to the bottom, clearing way the way for the others as some of the guys came over to congratulate him - although one was missing from the crowd, "Where's Boy-"

But his chocolate brown eyes glanced up towards the slope, and realized he had left Boyd Reid back there. His lips twisted, even at this distance, from this angle, Zayn knew that look on the fifteen year old boy's face well. The jaw gave it away, "Awh, shit." He knew better than to say anything more, all eyes were on the little Reid now to see if he'd best Zayn now. Truth be told, the nineteen year old didn't care one way or another - he was just there to have fun. He knew Boyd well though, he could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to figure out how Zayn had pulled it off, making minute notes in his head, scribbling little details before he launched off.

One. 360. Two. Then the half. Zayn smiled, Boyd had it. And then...not. He cringed a little as the balance slipped, and they all watched Boyd Reid fall flat on his ass and slide down the rest. Nobody said a word and then the chatter erupted. Zayn felt a heavy clap on his shoulder, his back - ah yes, apparently he still had it. The older boys around here didn't let being shown up by the young ones. Zayn found it all trivial, especially given that kid that all these sore losers rooted against was his best friend since coming to Hickstead. Boyd was already stalking off, glowering like a little storm cloud. Zayn shrugged off the hands and congratulations, heading after his best friend, "Jaws!" Nothing. "Bee!" Still nothing. A huffy sigh escaped Zayn now, exasperated, "Boyd! Come on! It was one fall!" There had to be more to it.

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