"This prom is not my cup of tea. I would rather be on my roof watching stars."
When you are the head of your school's cheer-leading team, going to senior prom is an unspoken compulsion. But Valerina Mathews has no interest at all.
Being the school'...
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After my fight with Christian, I barely talked to anyone for the next three days. His words kept repeating in my head.
"I don't want your aunt killing my mom like she killed yours."
My aunt didn't kill my mom. It was fate which took her away from me.
I refused to believe his words. I know he was also going through a hard time and I have always been understanding of his situation. But it does not give him the right to talk about my family like that.
To say my brothers were concerned would be an understatement. Every second of every minute, one of them had an eye on me. Every hour, one of them would ask me if I was okay.
The only time I opened my mouth to talk was when Nathan tried to leave the house to go to Christian's. I told him not to. If I hadn't stopped him then, I am pretty sure Christian would be dead by now.
My schedule was the same as everyday. I didn't lock myself in my room or starve myself. I love food and my freedom way too much to do that. I just gave the world a silent treatment.
I don't know why his words were affecting me so much. I had known him for barely a month and we weren't even together. Yes. I liked him. I still do. I guess, he just carved a place for himself in my heart.
The way he gets nervous whenever we are together. The way his ears redden whenever we hug. The way he looks at me like I am his world. The way his eyes sparkle when I talk to him.
Stop thinking about him Val!
I was currently packing up after my cheer practice. After sulking around for three days, I finally blocked Christian and his words out of my mind.
Although my team was not the best, cheer practice was something I always enjoyed.
Although they gave me fake attention and love, they were still a second-family to me. I have a love-hate relationship with them. Cheer practice always cheered me up. (The pun was not intentional.)
My thoughts were interrupted when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I expected it to be one of my brothers but I was surprised to see Ryder's name flash on my screen.
Why was he calling me? Should I pick up his phone?
Even before I could accept the call, the call ended. Do I call him again?
Deciding against it, I went back to packing my bag as I zipped it up and swung it over my shoulder.
I said my goodbyes to the team and walked over to Justin, who was waiting for me. My brothers always argued over who was going to pick me up from practice. The reason was my teammates. Hot girls as teammates and horny boys as brothers is never a good combination, let me tell you.
I could go home by myself but I didn't have my own car and my brothers insisted on picking me up. So, to solve their argument, I always chose Justin to pick me up. The reason being that he is gay and the girls know it. So neither of them make a move.
