Heavens pov
"What do you mean you don't want anyone else to have me?" Valentina whispers, as I caress her cheek.
What the actual fuck is wrong with me? One minute, I despise her and the next I want to kiss her.
The truth is, I'm confused with my sexuality. I don't know what I like and who I like. I've never had any interest in girls whatsoever, but whenever Valentina came into the picture, things changed for me.
"I... don't know, but I don't want anyone else to have you. I don't want anyone else to touch you, talk to you, and most importantly... look at you." I say, a little demanding and toxic.
I don't care. It's true, I see myself getting jealous when someone hits on her. I hate it.
I'm supposed to hate her!
"First of all, you hate me. You cannot just say these things to me, knowing you loathe me. Second of all, you have a boyfriend. It's fucked up and you know it." Valentina sighs clearly unsatisfied with her response, but she's right.
What am I doing anyways? I have boyfriend for crying out loud. Although he's cheated on me multiple times, I can't just do this. It wouldn't be okay. I would be a cheater too, and I don't want that kind of image on myself.
As I was about to speak again, she raised her hand and opened her mouth to talk.
"No terminè. Just listen, okay?" I nod, even though I have no clue what she said the first two words. She takes my hand off her cheek, and places it back to my side.
"You're also confused, which I understand, but how do you know you even like girls? How do I know you aren't playing with me? I know your games, and I won't be one of them." She finishes, backing away from me, since I got closer.
"Yeah you may be right." Is all I say.
Well fuck me.
Valentina smiles with her small little dimples showing, that makes my heart melt into pieces.
"Do you want to walk me to my locker?" She asks, her eyes lightening up.
Why would she ask me that question? Does she think I'm her protector or something?
"Yeah sure." I shrug.
As we walk together to her locker, I look at my surroundings and realize that everyone is in their own world. No one really cares about who's together or not, but when it comes to me, it's like everyone's eyes are on me, but right now. It's not. What is happening?
I hear a gasp next to me, and I turn around to see Valentina's locker again, demolished but I this time, papers are scattered across the hallway and pictures of Valentina with blood on them, or I'm assuming is blood.
"Not again. I thought this stopped. Who is messing with me!" Valentina says angrily. At this point, I want to accuse one person that I'm suspicious of, but I need to find more evidence that it's actually them.
"It never stopped, this time it's a warning," I say kneeling down to pick up the papers that were all over the hall.
"Listen Valentina, I'll find out who this person is, in the meantime just don't think much about it. I'm going to talk to my uncle and let him investigate in this okay?" I continue, while I take my phone out and take pictures to show my uncle. All she does is nod, which honestly makes me feel bad for her, I don't like seeing her upset.
Why the fuck do I care?
"Thank you Heaven." She whispers, and hugs me. Her petite figure is hugging my waist, and I smile internally but act like I'm uncomfortable, I know I shouldn't, but imagine what people from school would think about this?
I hug her back though, a little awkward at first, but I feel her heart beating fast against my body. I don't know how, yet I feel it.
"No problem." Is all I say, before turning my heel and walking away. I know I should've helped her clean the whole locker thing, but if I stayed any longer I would've done something extremely stupid.
God what is wrong with me? Why am I feeling this way?
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I knock at my uncles office door, rolling my eyes as everyone looks at me like they've never seen a girl before.
I guess they're fans of my mother and father, but let me tell you—- the whole town knows about them. It's like they're the Kardashians, except for of course the immediate fame and fortune. My parents have money, yet they won't don't brag about it like most people. However, my dad is the mayor of this town, so everyone knows me and my family's legacy. They know not to mess with me because I can ruin their life in seconds. That's how our family runs, and how the whole city works. You mess with us, you bring on fire.
"Oh it's you." My uncle, Johnny says, causing me to dramatically gasp and put my hand on my heart as if it hurt me.
My uncle and I are like siblings. He's always been there for me, since I was a little girl, although his brother, (my father) is a manipulative bastard and cheater, he's nothing like that. He's so sweet and actually cares about people, which is what I love, but also hate because he cares too much. As for me, I don't care who I ruin and I don't care for most people, unless they're super important.
"Nice to see you too, dumbass." I say, punching his shoulder playfully. He mumbles an "Ow" and rubs his shoulder like it hurt him, even though it didn't.
"What do you want H? If it's about your shitty boyfriend, save it for never because I'm not interested." Uncle Johnny retorts, and I shake my head indicating that I'm not interested either. I couldn't care less about him.
"No it's not about him. Actually, I have this girl from school who's in trouble, and I need your help." I say, with my pleading eyes. I rarely give him my pleading eyes, but when he sees my eyes, he smiles and shakes his head.
"Is she a friend or what?" He raises his eyebrows, his tone sounding curious.
I decide to just say friend for now, so that when he meets Valentina he kinda knows. It would be weird if I said she was just a girl from school.
"Yeah." I say and he nods, and he rolls his hand back and forth signaling me that he wants me to continue.
"Someone is threatening her, trashing her locker, and her car. I have pictures on my phone, here." I say, passing my phone to him so he can look.
He inspects the pictures further, and squints to get a better view of the pictures.
"Hm, these look very similar." He mumbles, fumbling around his desk and takes out a box, which I'm guessing is full of case files.
What the hell does he mean by that? Has this happened before?
"What do you mean?" I ask, while he continues to ignore me looking for papers.
"Can you answer me?"
"Found it!" He exclaims like a child that got a brand new toy.
"Okay, so this happened two years ago, but in a different school called Lenger High, thing is, we never got any leads as to who it might be, however, if you look at the pictures," He slides over the pictures for me to look.
I gasp. Holy fuck, it's the exact same MO. What the hell.
"It's the exact same." We both say in unison, and I snatch the other papers away from his hand, so I can see the other pictures.
"Wait, there's another one here from 5 years ago." I say, looking at one of the other pictures and the date marked on the bottom.
Shit. This is fucked up, but I'll do anything in my power to figure out who this person might be, and I'm starting off with one person.
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One Kiss Left
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