Chapter 2: First Meeting

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Valentina and Richard's lives intertwined six years ago in the run down hallways of the noble institute of St. Martin High School.

Hiding in a corner outside the restrooms of the athletics building stood a slender tall girl she wore a tennis skirt and a large pink t-shirt, her long black hair covered her crying red face. Her sob's resonated through the hallway.  

The door swinged open and a sweaty Richard strolled in messaging his shoulder from under his Football he took out a brand new packet of cigarettes and began hitting its bottom against his palm. 

His figure came to a halt when he spotted her. 

She had stopped crying and was wiping her face frantically, he walked towards her and moved her hair away. Their eyes met, she held her breath, it was Richard captain of the Football team, embarrassed she turned to leave. He grabbed her wrist holding her back, "Why were you crying?" He asked, a fresh tear rolled through her face. 

He raised his hand to clean it.

"It's none of your business," she answered flipping her wrist freeing it from his strong grasp, and fleeing into the empty woman's bathroom.

Valentina

I turned on the faucet and washed my face, I chuckled I must be in my personal hell. My father recently fired, months of unpaid rent, on the brink of losing our already small apartment. "What troubles you."

That deep voice, I looked into the mirror. My eyes darkened as if dawned on me that Richard had followed me into the woman's restroom. I tried to move but my body would not cooperate, a plan of escape went through my head, dodge him and run through the door. He moved towards me placing both arms in the sink trapping me. "Tell me," he leaned in and whispered into my ear, sending goosebumps down my spine.

If I tell him he would leave me alone, in situation's like this it is best to follow along. " Money, my parents can't afford rent right now and we are going to lose our apartment."

He chuckled, "money". 

Richard 

I had heard of the so called money problems but never witnessed one before me.

This girl... It seemed she needed it and quickly, she was desperate for it, but how desperate is she? How far is she willing to go?

"That can easily be solved how much do you need?" I asked taking out of a hiding in my football gear my thick wallet.

Her eyes illuminated, and what pretty eyes she had, suddenly something came up about them a sort of sadness. 

"How much do you need?" I repeated the question, taking her out of the daze. "5,000" she said after some thought. I went through my wallet and took out said amount. 

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