The Shoe That Fits

The "Prince"

Dillon's P.O.V

Let me just start by saying that before this night I didn't believe in love. Like at all. Full stop. Believe it or not I'm the school's popular guy,  I mean they called me the "Prince" for God's sake.

Cliche I know. But I can't help it if the ladies love me, sometimes a little too much, can I?

So anyway let me fill you in on what's happened so far...

There I was surrounded by a large group of squawking girls,  all fawning to get my attention.

When I spotted out the corner of my eye a girl walk in through the doors. She was so beautiful it amazed me. Nothing fake on her at all,  no heavy makeup or straggly hair extensions. None at all. She was the true definition of beauty. It was that moment I realized I was in love. Oh shit!

I tried desperately to place her in the long list of names of girls I've seen before at the school but nothing came up. None matched her beauty and that was mainly because the girls were either fake as fudge or just naturally ugly.

The girl seemed to float in, her simple white dress flowing behind. She looked about wistfully as if she was hoping to see someone and then sat down on the benches.

I decided to go and talk to her seeing as I thought she was so beautiful. However I had so escape the throng of banshees surrounding me first. They were suddenly distracted as one of them started shrieking about a broken nail so I quietly slipped away.

As I sauntered along towards the beautiful girl. I got closer and closer so I could see her features even more clearly,  it made me realise that she was even more beautiful than I had thought. Eyes the colour of caramel, smooth, fair skin (not the colour of the sun thankfully) and stunning locks of gorgeous honey coloured hair.

I approached her carefully acting like a gentleman as I politely asked if I could sit. She hesitated before nodding yes. I asked why she was alone which she didn't reply to,  so I changed the subject. Eventually I got her to relax as we deepened the conversation. Oh gosh her voice was the most incredible thing in the world as well.

A long time later and we were still talking, all the while I was amazed at how well we clicked. She asked me the time and I absent mindedly replied while staring at her face. Creepy I know.

I soon snapped out of it when I heard her gasp. What was wrong I thought. Jumping up all of a sudden she apologized and started to walk away. Quickly I chased after calling for her to wait but she ran faster. Was she running away from me? 

Suddenly she tripped and I saw something sparkling fall on the floor, she didn't stop to pick it up, just carried on running down the corridor. I walked over to it  and picked it up. It was a shoe. Her shoe? A sparkling, silver heel. Small enough to fit on her tiny, dainty feet I suppose.

It was only then that I realised I never got her name. I instantly face palmed myself in my mind. How am I going to find this beautiful girl who I can't picture anywhere? I don't know her name I don't know where she came from or why she even came.

The heel sparkled in the light and as if there was a moment of brilliance an idea formed in my head. Surely it was a crazy idea, I thought. I would never work would it. But then again It worked in Cinderella didn't it? Not that I've read it or anything...

I'd use the shoe to find the girl. Every girl would come and try it on. Then surely one of them would match, the girl who does would wear the shoe. The shoe that fits...

Robbie Amell plays Dillon there's a picture at the top. Who shall Cinderella be hmm? 
Thanks for reading love Ruby Priors xxx