Ash's P.O.V.
I was fully aware of all the girls in the co-ed locker rooms staring as I dried my hair. Shirtless. As I finished I checked myself out in the mirror then turned and winked at two girls that were staring at me and whispering. They giggled and I smirked.
I quickly pulled on a shirt and shoved my stuff in my bag. I checked my watch. Only half an hour late. I had enough time to get a frappucino.
As I was leaving the locker rooms I saw a pair of striped shoes on the floor.
I stopped and picked them up. I looked at them and saw a piece of tape on the sole that said:
If found contact (123) 456-7890
I shoved the shoes in my bag and left, wondering who owned these shoes.
*****
It was lunchtime and I had finally heard from the owner of the mysterious shoes.
They didn't seem very nice.
So, I'm guessing they probably go to my school.
I looked around the cafeteria. Julie? No, she would never wear torn-up anything. Melissa? No, she's wayyyy too nice. Louise? No, she only wears tennis shoes. I sighed. How was I gonna figure out whose shoes these are?
I finally replied.
Who are you?
A minute later my phone buzzed.
Her: Just give me my damn shoes.
Me: I'm not sure they're in good care.
Her: And they're better with you?
Me: How can I even give them back if I don't know who you are
After that she didn't reply. I smirked to myself. Point Luke.
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Shoes
Teen FictionOne girl. One boy. Two shoes. ***** The girl that put her soul into a pair of torn-up shoes. ***** The boy that doesn't understand. ***** The shoes that bring them together.
