One Kiss Left

Chapter 5

Valentinas pov

I stand in front of the mirror picking through the fabric of my cheerleading skirt. It was pretty short on me, but not enough to show my ass which is good.

I told my mom about me being a cheerleader and she told me she was happy that I got into cheerleading since she was a cheerleader in high school as well.

Maybe that's where I got my skills from...

Here I am feeling insecure about the way I look through the mirror. I always feel insecure about my body and the way I look because I see other girls, and automatically want to have their bodies.

"Estas bien?" (You okay?) I hear my mom's voice stopping me from thinking about my insecurities, as I turn around and look at her.

"All good." I fake smile. I don't want to tell her I'm feeling insecure about myself because she'll give me a whole speech on how I shouldn't feel like that because I'm, 'perfect', but I don't feel that way at all. I hate the way I look. My face, my body, the way I care for people when they did me dirty, and just everything about me in general.

"Are you ready for school? You have 10 minutes to get there." My mom asks, jiggling her car keys around her hand.

"Yup. Vamos." (Let's go) I say, getting my backpack and slinging one of the strips over my shoulder.

I get into her car without saying a word. It's just awkward sometimes I don't know what to say. Plus, it's too early to be dealing with conversations, I'd rather just keep my mouth shut.

"Uriel is coming down next week." My mom says, turning her car on and reversing out of the driveway.

My brother is coming next week?! What happened to a month?!? I mean, my dad just got murdered for fuck sakes. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy he's coming down because I can finally get to see him, but what if someone from Mexico follows him and finds us? They want my dad's money and they won't stop till they find us. Partially, that's the reason why we had to move. After my father's murder, we were in danger, which we still are but we're safer here.

"What? I thought he was coming next month?" I ask confused, wanting to know the reason as to why he's coming over so early.

"I thought so too, but he wants to come over here already," Mom says as I feel the car move up and down because of the road bump.

"Oh I forgot to tell you that my boss invited me to her house for a party, she wants me to bring you because she also has a daughter your age." She continues, already pulling up to hell. I see students looking towards my direction, then quickly looking away.

"No quiero ir." (I don't want to go) I state, but her eyebrows raise giving me a signal to not argue with her. I sigh in defeat and kiss my mother on the cheek.

"Fine I'll go, but just for a little bit. You know how much my anxiety gets to me." I say and she nods at me understanding.

I've suffered through anxiety since I was eight and ever since then, it's been my worst enemy. It wasn't as bad right now, but when I was younger it was horrible. Luckily, it hasn't been affecting me, so let's just pray it doesn't ruin my life again.

"Bye mami," I say, opening the door as she waves goodbye to me.

I walk to the front doors, gently pushing the doors to get inside. When I opened the door, everyone's eyes were on me. Why is everyone staring at me?! Please make this stop.