Valentina's pov
"We're sold out!" Ms.Moore exclaims, jumping and down in excitement while looking at her computer screen.
I smile widely finding out the news that the lingerie that I modeled in, sold out. It's crazy to even think that people actually liked the material and just the clothing in general.
"How do you feel Valentina?" Ms.Moore asks, grabbing my shoulder for support.
"I feel great. I honestly can't believe that this happened, I mean, I didn't know this would happen." I say, adjusting the straps of my purse that I bought yesterday.
The paycheck is so much money, who knew this job actually pays good for me.
"Well you did it and I couldn't be more proud of you." My boss smiles, handing me a piece of paper.
"What is this?" I ask in curiosity. I open the paper up that says: Permanent Contract leaving me in a confused state.
"I want you to work here permanently. You're turning 18 in a few weeks, meaning that if you want this, I can count you in. If you don't want this permanently then that's okay. I just want you to do what you want to do." Ms.Moore says, grabbing a pen from her desk and placing it on my other hand.
"Take all the time you need, there's no rush. The company needs you, plus your mom is working here too, so whenever you need anything you can visit her anytime."
This is a lot for me to take in. I mean, I just started working here like a few weeks ago and now she wants to me to be here permanently?
I'm not completely hating this at all, but it's all too much for me at the moment. I mean, what about school? What will I do?
"Um, what about school? Will I have time for that?" I question, and Ms.Moore quickly nods.
"Of course, I want you to focus on school, so if it's okay with you we can work after school after your cheerleading practice, and weekends." She states drinking from her coffee cup.
Without hesitation, I sit down in front of Ms.Moore's desk and sign the contract. I know it may sound stupid because I didn't read the entire contract, but I trust Ms.Moore and I know she wouldn't do anything to me.
At least I hope so...
After signing, I pass the paper back to my boss and she smiles widely showing her teeth.
"You won't regret this Valentina. Thank you so much really."
"Of course," I assure her, before standing up from the chair to fix my skirt and leaving her office.
I didn't utter another word, I mean there wasn't anything for me to say anyway, so I just left.
I walk inside the elevator and check my phone which is bombarded with messages from Gina, as usual, but one number I don't recognize catches my eye as I click on it.
445-6789: Hey, it's Jay! Got your number from a cheerleader, hopefully, that's not weird for you. I know this is kind of off guard and random, but i wanted to know if you wanted to hang out?? I barely know you, and i want to get to know you better.
Yeah, that's definitely weird. Who the hell gave him my number??
My dumb self decides to text him back because it's rude to leave him on seen.
Me: Hey. I would like to hang out, when were you thinking??
I put my phone in my purse when I heard a ding from it. Dang, he replied faster than I thought. I, however, didn't look at the message because I don't want to look desperate when I'm not.
I make my way towards my moms' office, which is below Ms.Moore's office. It's weird how my mom has her own office now, probably because I'm not used to it.
"Hola mami." I greet her with a kiss on the cheek. Her eyes avert from the computer to me and she smiles.
"How did it go with Martha?" My mom asks, addressing Ms.Moore as her first name mainly because Ms.Moore told her to.
I sigh before answering, "It was good. She wants this job to be a permanent thing."
"I know, she made sure I agreed before she decided to tell you." My mom shrugs and I look at her confused.
She's going to allow this? I mean... it's good that she's agreeing, but she told me that school comes first.
"Are you okay with it? Because I already signed the contract." I laugh nervously. I really hope she doesn't get mad at me.
"Of course mija, you can make decisions yourself and I trust you to make those decisions wisely." My mom speaks while looking at her computer as she's talking. She never does that! She always looks at me while she's talking.
She's really creeping me out and it's making me question if something is going on.
"Um, why are you acting this way? Are you okay?" I ask, and sit down on the chair in front of her desk.
"I don't know how you'll react if I tell you." My mom utters, and I raise my eyebrows now intrigued.
"What do you mean by that? The same thing that you always tell me which is, I'm always here for you. Even if it's bad. Like murder or something." I laugh sarcastically, but my mom looks at me with a guilty look.
Oh my god. No way!
"Oh my god. Did you murder someone? Ay no, I can't help you. Adios!" I try to leave, but my mom calls my name sternly, so I sit back down before she gets mad.
"Mami, if you murdered someone and you tell me, I'm horrible at keeping secrets. I need to-" My mom interrupts me with her hand.
"Ya Vale, I didn't murder anyone. Dios, what's wrong with you?"
"So then???" I question and move both my hands forward for her to spill on what she needs to tell me.
"I'm seeing someone."
After hearing those words come out of my mom's mouth, I feel a bundle of joy and confusion within my body. Isn't it too soon? Okay, I won't be negative because she's supported me through everything.
"Really? Thank god you didn't kill anyone." I say relieved.
Before she can speak, I open my mouth, "Who is it?" I ask curious. My mom looks at me debating whether to tell me or not. I place my hand on her shoulders for support.
"You can tell me, I'll always support you," I reassure her, and she nods understanding.
"It's your cheerleading coach."
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One Kiss Left
Romance"Don't you think that skirt is short for you?" She says, changing the subject and taking another long hit from her blunt. Since when does she care about my clothing? Besides it's not like it's affecting anyone, so why does it matter? "Um, no. Why...
