My Crush Is A Serial Killer (wlw)

Chapter 8: Ava's POV

(TW: Homophobia)

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Yesterday was a bit...strange with Mia, but she was just looking out for angel, I understand.

I'd look out for Aiden, but I am curious...what happened for mia to be overprotective with Angel?

What I can't get out of my head is that...

"Why was angel looking at me like that?!, her stupid, stupid gorgeous green eyes!", I roll in my bed like head-over-heels teenager, "how the hell is she so fucking fine?, My lord!"

A man walked in my room, "why are you screaming?", this man is my father, his name is Nathan...and I hate him, I...really hate him.

Ava: "Nothing, don't worry about it"

Nathan: "well stop it, I can't hear the game with your squealing"

Ava: "whatever"

He shut the door, returning to his beer and game.

Just when I was having a good thought, here he comes to ruin it. And mom...she's such a kiss ass to him, why? After what he's done, you justify him...tch.

I jolt from slight fear, "Ugh damn you phone",  I grabbed my phone and get my vape out the drawer, after I open my phone, I drop it from shock.

'Oh shit!!!!!', I thought to myself, gasping for needed breath.

Angel ❤: -hey, busy?-

'She texted me!! I could die!'

I of course texted back, happy as hell, like a dog wagging their tail at its owner after not seeing them all day.

Me 😜: -no not at all, what's up-

Angel ❤️: -can you meet me at the library? After school tomorrow-

Me 😜: -yes of course, what time?-

Angel ❤️: -4:30pm, gotta change clothes and stuff haha-

Me 😜: -okay haha. Oh did you do the work for Mr Thomas, the 15 questions?-

Angel ❤️: -yeah I actually just finished them 15 minutes ago-

Me 😜: -okay well whatever is going on tomorrow...can you help me with it?-

Angel ❤️: -yeah I could totally do that, no problem, I'll see you tomorrow ava 😄, night-

Me 😜: -great awesome. Night, see ya-

I wanted to throw my phone across the room from excitement, I wanted to jump out of my skin even.

I blew smoke from my vape, and suddenly, my thoughts started to wonder, 'Is this a date? What am I gonna wear? Will I look pretty enough? What if she thinks I'm ugly? What if I'm dumb to her for needing help with the homework', I started to panic a bit.

After a couple of pulls of my vape, I took a nice long hot shower and then looked at my naked body in my mirror.

"What if... she thinks I'm disgusting?"I voice to myself as I start getting dressed, "what if I can't tell her? What if she walks away from me?"

My anxiety began to bother me, and I started to text my therapist, my bestie Aiden.

Me 😜: -HELP-

Aiden 😵‍💫: What's up

Me 😜: -ava invited me to the library tomorrow after school

Aiden 😵‍💫: Oh shit! Say no more, what time-