High Tops to Heels

Chapter 2 - The Challenge

Hey guys! Sorry for such a long wait. I've been super busy, as usual. But I hope this chapter makes up for it. This is where a lot of things start, and where most of the drama is created. So, this chapter is probably one of the more important ones in the story.

I'm dedicating this chapter to babyoneo. She was kind enough to design this FABULOUS cover for me. Thanks, babyoneo! Love youuu(:

Well, I think I've kept you waiting long enough. Enjoy! :D

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“Oh,” I said I was shocked; I had no idea how to respond to what Owen had just said to me.

“Don’t act so down, Max, I didn’t mean it that way,” Owen told me, trying to save what he had already screwed up.

“No, I know. I was just…” I said, my voice trailed off, I tried to make it seem like what he said didn’t bother me as much as it did.

“I mean, you’re obviously not a dude, Max. All I’m saying is everything you do is with guys, that’s all,” Owen told me as he collected the plastic bottles, popcorn kernels, and candy wrappers that littered the floor.

“Anyways, Max, you’re one of the special girls that gets to hang with Owen and me,” Kyle said as he pushed the trashcan out from under his face.

“Oh what a reward,” I said to him sarcastically.

“No hard feelings about what I said?” Owen asked me, holding out his hand.

“Nah, man. We’re good,” I told him, gripping his hand with my left hand and slapping him on the back with my right, “But I could totally hang out with girls if I wanted to,” I told him.

“I never said you couldn’t,” Owen said to me. He stepped out of the grip we had on each other.

I looked at the way he looked away from me, “You’re doubting me, Owen. Should we make this a challenge?” I asked him.

“Oh god, no! Whenever you get into these challenges, you both get so competitive that one of you ends up cheating or something, and then you both get pissed. And in the end, I get stuck in the middle,” Kyle complained to us, but I didn’t acknowledge any of it.

“Yeah, I guess I am,” Owen told me.

“Fine. I bet that I can hang out with the preppy, cheerleader girls at school, and they will accept me,” I told him, holding out my hand.

“Not only that, but you have to make friends with one of them by the end of the school year,” He added on to the bet.

“Deal,” I said, reaching for his hand.

“It’s a deal, and the loser has to…” He said.

“…Dye their hair pink!” I said. We both hate pink, it’s such a girly color. Nothing I own is pink, nothing.

“Pink, huh? Well you better go and get that hair dye, because I’m gonna win this one,” Owen said, grabbing my hand.

“Are not,” I said as I shook his hand.

Let the games begin.

     Owen let go of my hand, and I walked towards the couch to pick up my phone that I had left sitting on the armrest. I had three unread text messages; all from my mother. Oh gosh.

Madeline! Get home now, it’s almost 9:00 Sent at 8:52

Max, I’m serious! Sent at 9:17