Smooth Criminal

Chapter One () Greek Gods.

Written by Dani Nicole and Olivia Fraser.

'My Diary. Written by Valentina'. I watched as the dust fell to the ground off my book, At the moment I was perched on my ladder, looking through my many books in my library. I slid down the ladder and climbed up my grand staircase, "God fucking praise you, Gramps" I mutter to myself, Blowing more dust of the banister.

Gramps my grandfather (obviously) was grateful enough to hand down his whole filthy riches to me, Mia Valentine. I also took on his grand house, His grand mansion was what he called it. Very original. He handed down his company but I just gave that to my brother, Damon. With his spare money I put it towards writing my own books and publishing them. I was now the most popular author in Paris but no-one even knew my name. I hid behind my pen name, Valentina. Also very original. Not.

Anyways, I was on my way to the supermarket right now. Off to get some, Um, girly supplies? I was feeling quite pleasant today but had a gut feeling that something could go wrong. Eh who cares.

I crossed the road leaving my sweet black lamborghini behind. That was most probably the be- "UGH WHAT?!" I let out a squeal as I tumbled to the concrete pathway, I closed my eyes and counted to ten, Breathing in and out. I readied myself for yelling at the dickfûck that decided to knock me over.

It was either a blond bimbo that was jealous of my lamborghini or a asswipe that was also jealous of my-

Holy Mother of gods who is that? "Miss, Uh.." He trailed off indicating for me to tell him my name - "Valentine." I said confidently, regaining my posture after falling over. On my ass may I add. "Mia Valentine" I continued.

"Oh, Well sorry for, uhm. You know.." He said,

"Knocking me over? Yea well. Apology accepted" I cut in.

I wished to get out of there quick, I was kinda a hermit.Even though he was hot, I liked keeping to myself and had built walls around myself.

I uh, had a incident when I was 14 that damaged my self esteem and confidence so I put up my walls. I hated feeling broken, used and useless. Books were my way out. They were classed as fiction even though they were actually about my life. Like my secret diary that thousands read. Secret but not. Anyway back to greek god.

"Valentine? WOOOOOO. You in there?"Greek god said, waving his hand in my face.

"Mhm, Yea I um, Yes".

I studied his face, He had dark brown hair that hung over his face and tattoos winding round and up his neck, actually tattoos covered his whole body. Not his face though. He had sea blue eyes that sparked in the sun, His tank clung to him perfectly and you could see his 8 pack shining through.

Damn boy.

What have you been doing?

After my 500 hour checking out greek god session ended I was sent back to the boring world of real life. Ugh. Dangit.

"Uhm. Val, you zoned out again?"He prompted

"Val?" Is said, utterly confused

"It's my nickname for you" His voice melted my heart with that sentence, He seemed to care, NOT!

God, Mia. Get a hold. Get out of there before he breaks you like all the other boys.

"Ok, thanks for the talk but I gotta go. Bye now!" I breathed out in one sentence.

"But I-I.." His voice faded away as I ran back to my car and took off to go shop elsewhere. Stupid walls.

Greek God POV