Simone Valentino

~~~12~~~

We drove away, silence filling the car when John leaned over and finally said,

"Why didn't you tell me he was That pretty?"

"John!" I yelled and smacked him in the arm. He shrugs and smiles.

"The question still stands. I get it if he's not your type but you still have to share. Can't keep someone like that to yourself."

"Because he's not that attractive!" I said, emphasising 'that'.

"Oh you liar! You just didn't want to share. Anyways, the cats out of the bag so you might as well tell me everything."

"There's nothing to tell." I say and look out the window.

John clicked his tongue and chuckled. "Right! I saw how he was staring at you! You're telling me that's the first time something like that's happened?"

"Yes, and I expect you to believe it too! He thinks your gun is pretty, by the way." I say to change the direction of the conversation.

"He did! What did he say? That reminds me, can I have my gun back?" He fires questions at me, I can barely understand what he's saying and the whole time I'm trying to understand what he meant when he said "How Val looked at me."

"Well, there is one thing."

"What?" He looks at me and I bat a hand at him to make him look back at the road.

I deliberated, thinking of Marco. "His mother is a fantastic chief. And I'm pretty sure his little sister likes girls." He lets out a laugh and rolls his eyes.