You Are What Dreams Are Made Of

Chapter 4: Dirty

The car came to a stop just before entering Valentina's neighborhood, at the outskirts of the city. "Ma'am are you sure you want to get of here, I can drive you all the way to your house." The old driver asked, concerned for Valentina... "Im fine here, thankyou though."

She opened the door. 

She had ordered him to stop just before entering her neighborhood, afraid her mother would be outside waiting for her. 

She began walking through the long narrow road leading to her house. She walked slowly and occasionally scrunched her face in discomfort. She couldn't wait to get home, take a warm bath, lay down, and forget about all of this. She looked at the pack of money in her hand, what was her excuse, she thought. Just as she turned to go up the stairs she jumped back at the silhouette of a person sitting on the steps. 

"Ohh thank god, your back I was getting worried." It was her mother Jude she held a hand to her chest. Valentina dared not look at her mother, she felt dirty. "Where were you?" She asked looking her up and down. "I went with Lidia to the library." I sent you a message, "Where were you really at." She whispered looking at her feet and the pack of money in her hand.

She forced Valentina's head up, she wanted to look at her daughter's eyes.

Valentina's tears had run out, she only looked at her mother. She lowered her eyes to her neck, "What have you done?" She could not take the look of disappointment in her mother's eyes any longer. She slowly pulled her hand forward and placed in it the stack of money. 

"We can pay all the rent we owe." She smiled. "I told you I would get them didn't I?" Valentina said. Jude could only hug her press her head to the comfort of her bosom, and that is all Valentina needed. Warmth she nuzzled into her neck, and began to bawl like a newborn baby.

Lidia spent the rest of her weekend studying, and resting. She woke up early on Monday with a grunt, she had morning practice. 

She brushed her teeth, her face, and changed into her tennis cloth, she unlocked her black old bike and headed to school.  She parked her bike and texted Lidia, who was nowhere to be seen. She pressed the video call button beside her contact, a half asleep Lidia answered "What?" She asked.

"Morning practice, I'm already here." She bolted up like a bolt, her hair in all over the place Valentina chuckled. Lidia ran to the bathroom and began brushing her teeth, "well hurry up, or she'll make you run." She drank water and gargled it in her mouth before spitting it. "I'll be there in a sec." She hanged up the call, Valentina shook her head, this was not the first time she missed morning practice.

Just as she was standing up from locking her bike a black sports car entered the school gate, she followed it to the student parking lot curious.

Valentina 

I froze, it was Richard he was dressed head to toes in football gear. I averted his gaze, walking quickly to the tennis court. 

I felt a hand grab onto my wrist, "let go of me!" I shouted petrified.

"Vale its me, are you okay."  It was only Lidia, I  took a deep breath relieve washing over me. "Sorry, I thought it was someone else, let's go to the court's." Lidia nodded still a bit concerned for her friend.

Lunch rolled around Lidia and I seat with a couple of other girls from tennis Melissa, and Betsy in a round corner table. I read through a large book I had taken out from the library just this morning after practice. 

Lidia next to me munched on baby carrots chattering with the others, out of nowhere the usually loud cafeteria silenced. 

I lowered my book, "over there." Lidia said pointing directly across the room. 

There a beautifully plump blond girl wept.

The girl seat opposite Richard, whom continued to eat out of a metal rectangular container.

The table was surrounded by jock, there eyes trained on Richard, and the girl.

The girl stood up and ran to the girl's restroom a hared of equally pretty girls followed close behind. 

"Richard Escond's first rejection of the semester," Melissa said, like if she were narrating a game.

"I pity the poor girl." Betsy said shacking her head, "Pity... i'm sure she knew of his countless rejections and choose to do it anyway," Lidia added.

Melissa laughed "thought she could be the outlier," Lidia joined her in laughter, Betsy only went back to her food. 

I continued to look at Richard across the room, his gaze unexpectedly rose to her. Was he looking at me?  I wondered tilting my head, he tilted it to. My heartbeat rose I felt like I was running a mile.

I quickly averted my eyes and returned my attention to the book in front of me. 

I couldn't help but wonder if he was still looking at me, "no" I muttered fighting the urge to look at him.

The phone in my pocket chirped, I closed my eyes, knowing exactly who it was.

It chirped again, then it began to chirp one after another and another. The table of girls all turned their eyes to me, I closed my eyes.

Lidia slightly touched my shoulder. "You're phone is going off like crazy, you should probably see who it is." I nodded with a smile.

I turned on my phone '20 text messages from Richard' I opened the messages. 'Restrooms where we met,' 'now' the messages were followed by exclamation points. 

She knew what would happen in the restrooms... she knew. I took a deep breath and stood up throwing a random excuse to the table and making my way to the bathroom's. 

I stood there for a couple of minutes looking at the mirror, looking at myself in it.

In less than a minute the door opened he was here, looked at my eyes through the mirror.

He took strides toward me, grabbing me by the waist with his large hands, pulling my butt toward his groin. I could feel him through our clothes.

I instinctively grabbed onto the sink, holding onto it.

He pulled up my pleated blue skirt and lowered slowly my panties, I closed my eyes in shame. .

He unzipped his pants and took out his already erect member, he roamed through his pockets taking out a small blue package, he opened it with his teeth, took out a condom and covered his member.

I gasped feeling the whole of him entered my wet folds. 

He went in and out of me quickly and with ease his breathing unsteady. My moans, mixed with his grunt. I had no idea what I was feeling there was no pain, I had no words to describe it. 

But I knew I could not enjoy this, so as before my mind went to a different place.

I couldn't tell how much time elapsed until he came to a stop. 

 He took of the condom and threw it on the thrash can he zipped his pants up and exited the restroom as fast as he had come he had also left. Immediately after the door closed I ran into the bathroom and cleaned myself down with toilet paper, I then turned on the sink and washed my face. 

I looked at myself, really looked at myself, there was not a sign of life in her face I felt like a robot. The bell rang bringing me back, my soul re-entered the prison which was my body. I calmed my hair down and headed to fourth period.