Once Upon a Stiletto

1 The Flying Stiletto

*UNEDITED

"Hey! Give me back my shoe, now!!!"

I screamed like a deranged woman in the middle of the street and called attention to myself. I just got on my feet; actually, my right foot. I think I may have sprained my left ankle after some guy ran past me and knocked me off balance.

So what did I do after that?

I threw my shoe at him. I have a good hand. I always hit the target, hard.

The guy picked up my fuschia pink, Louboutin stiletto then flashed me an evil smirk.

"You mean this?"

He waved the shoe and suddenly his expression went grim. But I'm not the one to back off easily.

"Yes! Do you see another shoe there?"

I tried walking forward but ended up limping instead. My left foot hurt terribly. But I need my shoe. It's the only pair of stilettos I have and it was a gift from my mom. The first time I wear it and this happens...

The guy didn't even stop when he knocked me down. He didn't even apologize. He didn't even look the least bit sorry. The only moment he stopped was when he picked up my shoe after it hit him square in the back of his head. Even then, he began to walk again. The only time he stopped was when I screamed bloody hell for him to return my shoe.

"Give it back, now." I spoke through clenched teeth. I took another step and pain shot through my foot again. They guy was ten feet away from me - even if he was near enough, I might not even get a chance to kick him in the head (or balls) for that matter.

He was 6 foot 4 inches - so what? Even if I'm just 5 foot 6 inches I've taken down men as big as him, my brothers and my cousin included.

"If you want it, come and get it." He firmly said with no trace of remorse of whatsoever in his voice. "You know what?" he began and glanced at his wristwatch. "I'm running really, really late. Just get your shoe next time."

He threw a piece of paper at me and it landed on the ground - a calling card.

What the hell?! He could have just threw the shoe back at me instead of his stupid calling card. I was helpless. I could only watch him run away with my shoe in his right hand.

I am seething right now. How am I supposed to go on a blind date like this?! Injured, missing a shoe and looking miserable?

I decided to pick up the calling card and read the guy's name - Alejandro de Oliveira. The name was instantly burned on 'the people I hate list' in my head.

Sue him - is what Liam would tell me. I think when mom was pregnant with us, our brains have been switched by some kind of mistake. Liam was the calm and reasonable on while I'm always on attack mode. Not really my best characteristic being a girl and all that, but growing up with three...well, make it four boys - my twin brother Liam, my younger twin brothers Lucien and Leon and our cousin Brandon, I learned to be one of them.

I stared at the card for the longest time, then it hit me. I just realized that all that was written on the card was his name and his phone number. Now I'm not even sure if this is his real name or even his real number. I can deal with him later. But now, first things first.

I rummaged through my purse for my cell phone, only to find it a few feet away from me, on the ground. I nearly screamed out in frustration after seeing the screen was broken in three places. I limped a few steps to be able to pick it up and tried to turn it on - it won't. It's completely broken!

"What did I do to deserve this?!"

"Where were you going anyway?"

Liam asked as he helped me up the stairs to my room.