One Kiss Left

Chapter 8

Valentinas pov

"Wait what?" Gina whispers and beckons me to come closer to her, while we're sitting next to each other on the wooden desk. I pick through the pockets of my jeans with boredom.

"You heard me, do you want me to say it again?" I whisper-yell looking around at my surroundings to make sure nobody was listening to our conversation.

Thankfully, everyone was in their conversations and some were in their world where they didn't care a slight bit.

"You need to tell me the details and how this happened, not just what happened. I need to know before it kills me on the inside." Gina says, holding her heart dramatically.

"Whatever, I'll tell you during lunch." I giggle slightly, and she nods.

The bell finally rings and everyone rushes to grab their belongings and leave the classroom.

"So how was your day yesterday? Besides what you told me earlier." Gina asks as we walk to my locker.

I open my locker revealing a picture of my idol: Selena Quintanilla and a mirror beside it. I look at Gina from the mirror and see her putting on lip gloss on her lips.

"Uh, it was okay I guess. I got an offer for a model industry." I say nonchalantly, brushing my hair with my fingers. Gina looks at me through the mirror drops her lip gloss and looks frozen at me.

What the hell is wrong with her?

"Are you fucking serious?!" Gina says with excitement in her voice, but also very loudly. Everyone turns around to stare at us, causing me to shush Gina with my finger on her lips.

"Can you chill?" I ask quietly, and Gina grabs my arms, squealing up and down.

"How?! Why? Like huh?" Gina says in confusion, I just laugh at her antics. She raises her eyebrows for me to answer her, but I just shrug in response.

I close my locker not needing it anymore, and walk into the cafeteria. Gina from behind me walks fast to catch up to me and puts herself in front of me.

"What?" I ask as my eyes are directly on hers.

"Why are you being so calm about this? I expect you to be jumping around in excitement."

"Well, I don't care about it, as long as I'm getting paid I'm cool with it," I say, sitting down at our usual table.

"When do you start?" Gina asks with a beaming smile, like a child receiving a new toy.

"She hasn't told me yet, but she was going to call me to tell me," I say, picking at my food with my fork.

I'm debating whether I should eat. When I eat, my stomach hurts and I feel like throwing up, but when I don't eat, my stomach still hurts. Nothing makes sense, which is why I don't eat sometimes.

"Do you not like the food? You can have my sandwich, I'm not going to eat it." Gina says, sensing that I wasn't going to eat the school food. She pushes her lunch box towards me, so I can grab the sandwich.

I'm not picky, I just have a sensitive stomach meaning that I have to be careful eating certain things.

"Why aren't you going to eat?" I ask as to why she's not going to eat.

"Not hungry. Besides, we can ditch after school and go eat somewhere," Gina says, grabbing her phone and looking at herself through her screen.

"I can't, my mom is taking me to get a car. She's tired of driving me every morning." I pout, a little sad that my mom won't get to drive me to places anymore.