One Kiss Left

Chapter 12

Valentina's pov
It's been a week since my so-called, "accident" and I've been doing great so far. The medication for my anxiety surprisingly has been working, and I'm glad that it has, since I've been waiting for it to get better.

My mom has been working a lot lately, which is making me worried that something is going on. She's never really worked this hard in her life, or maybe she just genuinely likes her job.

On the other hand, Heaven has gone back to her old acrimonious self. Ever since last week, she hasn't made eye contact with me. Did I do something wrong? Or was she just being nice last week?

Also, Jay has been close to me lately, not that I'm complaining, I actually like his company, but his questions and actions toward me are making me suspicious. I still don't know why he's trying to know so much about me, and my family. I told Gina about it and she said that Jay may have a crush on me. The problem with that is that I don't feel the same way towards him. I literally just met him, that's way too fast to determine.

Currently, I'm sitting on one of the benches in the locker room tying my shoelaces, while the other girls are getting dressed into normal clothes as we had just finished morning practice.

"Valentina." Violet smiles at me, sitting on the bench that is in front of me.

"Hi." I greet her with a smile. Violet and I usually just talk about cheer. We have much in common, like her family is from Mexico, which may I add—is the same city I was raised in. Also, Violet's mom used to be friends with my mom back during her high school years, it's a pretty small world we live in nowadays.

"How are you doing? I heard what happened, from Gina of course, because the girls and I were worried." Violet asks sincerely.

Aww, the girls were worried for me? That's so sweet of them.

"I'm doing better. Thankfully, nothing worse happened like me fainting in front of the whole school." I say, getting up and brushing through my somewhat wavy hair. Sometimes my hair is wavy, and sometimes it's straight. To be honest, my hair is just a mixture of wavy and straight.

Just like my sexuality.

"True, but even if you did, there's nothing wrong with it. We understand what you are going through." Violet consoles me and I look at her through the mirror of my locker.

Would they understand? Perhaps some would, but some won't. In fact, some individuals will make fun of me for suffering from this. Last year at my old school, I had a panic attack at lunch. Since the school was small and hardly anyone suffered from anxiety, the majority of people made fun of me. Even the principal!

I'm just scared for that to happen again, since I was humiliated about what happened. I don't want anyone to laugh at me.

I'm sure if anyone did, Gina would go all Lima Heights on their ass. (If you get the reference lol).

"Well thank you, I appreciate it," I say in an appreciative tone. Violet smiles, showing her pearly white teeth before walking away.

Well... that was a random encounter.

I walked into the hallway by myself, since Gina and everyone else were still changing, only to notice my locker tremendously wrecked.

What the fuck?

The combination has been dismantled, and the pieces of the combination are plastered all over the floor. I look over to my locker and open it gently, only to reveal that my textbooks are torn up, my broken mirror with a slight red stain which is what seems to be lipstick of some sort, were all over the place, and my smashed perfume bottle all gone. Everything is either broken or torn into pieces.