He Wears Converse And I Wear Heels

Chapter 1

*Chapter One: I Can't Believe He Goes To My School*

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(Sienna's POV)

"Sienna, Baby!"My ex called. I looked at him in disgust. Being as he was in college, he shouldn't grovel to a freshman in high school. I know what your thinking. A freshman and a college guy? Thing is that I had been in a coma my 7th and 8th grade year so I had to repeat a year. In reality I should be a 17 year old junior.

"Mikey, I told you it's over!"I said and watched as his face shattered as reality struck through.

"But Sella!"He cried using my nickname for me.

I turned to him furious,"You cheated on ME five flippin times!"I yelled. I censored basically because cussing makes me feel dirty. I would be pure if it wasn't for my dating record. I am a virgin, of course, but I liked the older guys for some reason. My best friend Kim told me it's because I have a daddy complex.

My father left my mother and I during the time I was comatose. I now see him as an asshole. When It came to my dad, no amount of curse words would describe how much I hated him. A man who leaves a wife who doesn't know if her daughter will ever wake up is the lowest coward of them all.

Mikey opened his mouth and I glared at him,"No more chances."

The I opened the door to his dorm. As he called for me I lifted my heels, which I had taken off before his confession, and said,"Adios!"

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(Spencer's POV)

I strummed my guitar as my friend paused our practice to write lyrics. I hummed a soft melody and my friend Oliver looked at me amused.

"Bored are we?"He asked trying to imitate my British accent. I had moved into town a year ago and still they couldn't leave me alone for it. I personally thought they only let me in the band because of it. That and the fact that I had been in a famous band when I was 14. I left when my ex-band-mates began doing drugs and our music suffered.

"Your a fuckin' asshole!"I exclaimed grinning. Oliver leaned over to look me in the eye.

"Oh you love it."He said huskily. Oliver was actually bisexual and openly flirted with anyone with two legs and an ass.

I smiled and batted my eyelashes,"Tell me how pretty I am and maybe I'll admit to it."

Oliver rolled his green eyes and leaned away muttering under his breath,"Men."

I laughed and stood up,"I gotta go smoke!"I called back as I left around the corner of his backyard gate. No one in the band had a basement or a garage so we settled for the backyard of our occasional screamer and drummer, Oliver considering the drums were the biggest equipment.

As I left I grabbed my converse from the gate post and slipped them on.

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(Sienna's POV)

As I rushed to get home before I started crying I raced around a corner barefoot. Which is a bad idea to begin with. You know how when you run barefoot on concrete? How as you pick up speed your feet can't keep up and your toes catch? That's what happened to yours truly. I went flying and I squeezed my eyes shut only thinking of the future pain I would feel.

And didn't feel any. I felt a hard soft and warm-- Something. It felt human. Like being in someones arms. I opened my eyes as I felt hot breathe on my cheek. I opened them to see impossibly blue eyes. They were deep and crystal like. This might sound weird but I felt as if I could see nothing and everything in those blue eyes.

My own eyes widened as I took in the face of the owner of those eyes. Smooth skin, heavy brows, a lush and pink mouth, and high cheekbones. He was handsome and I couldn't help but think of him as familiar.

"Are you just going to stay on be forever?"A harsh voice said in a British accent. I yelped and sat up.

"I'm s-sorry, mister!"I said. He sighed and sat up as well.

"Apology accepted,"He gave me a strange look,"Sienna?"

I frowned,"You know me?"I wondered aloud. He didn't answer but stood up. I attempted to stand but my legs felt like jelly. The stranger held out his hand and I accepted it. As he pulled me up I winced in pain.

He took in my expression,"What's wrong?"

I looked at my feet and gasped. The toe I had tripped on was bloodied and as I tried to turn my foot to get a better view I saw that I might have a sprained ankle.

The stranger gave me a look after staring at my feet,"Where are your shoes?"

I looked at my empty hands and then the ground. My two inch heels laid on the grass looking undisturbed. I pointed.

He glared at the shoes than at me,"High heels? Seriously?"

I nodded.

"Why don't you wear normal shoes like my converse?"He asked and I looked at his feet. I wrinkled my nose not really liking the style. It would look better if it were pink.

"Um, mister? My foot is losing numbness,"It was the truth. I felt my ankle and toe practically VIBRATE with pain. I whimpered.

The stranger sighed and suddenly I was in his arms bridal style. He pulled me through a gate and I saw the average backyard except for the instruments.

"Back so soon, Spe-,"An average looking guy said and stopped as he took us in. Then he grinned.

"That was fast. When did you propose?"

"Last year,"I said when the stranger said nothing. They both gave me a weird look. I allowed myself a grin.

"Anyway,"The stranger said and threw me a look that said 'shut up',"She got hurt tripping into me. Does your mom still have that first aid kit?"

"Yeah, but let's get her something to sit on,"He said snapping from comedy to seriousness so fast I thought he was bipolar. My friends think I am but I haven't been tested. I wonder if you have to take pills for it. What if the medication gets me high? Would people nag me for my pills?

Before I could think about it anymore, the stranger set me down on a folding chair and propped my foot on his lap as he sat down opposite of me.

The bipolar guy left and we were left alone.

"Soooo, you know me how?"I asked.

"My brother is dating you."He states.

"Mikey?"I questioned then I thought back to what happened. I whimpered and saw the stranger nod,"We broke up."

His eyes widened,"Mike said that you were definitely the one."

I glared,"When you meet the 'One' you don't cheat on them five times!"

He looked taken aback,"Five? I was told of one but five is just a dick move. He said you guys never had sex so I guess I can see why he cheated."

I glared,"Oh so to keep a guy I love I have to have sex???"I asked pissed off.

The stranger sighed and looked away just as the bipolar guy came back with a first aid kit.

"Why is it that the queen of our school is depressed?"He asked looking at the stranger.

"W-wait? OUR school?"I asked shocked.

"Yeah, we've been going to the same school as you from the time you came out of your coma."

They go to school with me?!