Bad vs Bad

Chapter 29

Valeska’s p.o.v

It was a week since we had gotten back to Miami now and we’ve actually began to go on some of the lessons, ever since Cayden said he was proud over me when I cut his hair he made me want to get a proper future. I told him that I was impressed but his skill when he checked my injures before and he said he had thoughts of becoming a doctor and I’m so proud over him. Cayden and I have also talked about how Ziko knew when and where we were going and came to the horrible conclusion that it might be an inside job, meaning one of our closest friends had betrayed us.
We were sitting eating lunch now and joking with each other, mostly them teasing me and Cayden of our hickeys, I can tell you they have increased in numbers and more often, but I love them.

“So how many times?” Simon wiggled his eyebrows at us.

“How many times what?” I rubbed my temples beginning to get tired of them. What is this? A questioning at the police?

“How many times have you two hit each other up”

“None” Cayden and I answered in sync.

“Really? Hand job?” we shook our heads.

“Blowjob?” shook.

“Fin-“

“What is it that you don’t understand?! We haven’t done anything sexual to each other except kisses, hugs, hickeys and cuddles! Get that through that perverted mind of yours!” I stood up slamming my hands into the table and shouted at him, ignoring that the whole cafeteria was staring our way.

With an angry grunt I left the table and headed to the restroom. Why does he has to be so fucking curios? That’s none of his damn business what I and Cayden do.

I entered the girl-restroom and looked if someone was in any of the stalls before I took up my phone and called Martino, who picked up after the second signal.

“Hey, Val, sup?”

“How long time is it until the final of Champions Duel?”

“Uh, let me check” he was quiet for a few seconds before answering.

“A little over 4 months”

“Okay”

I ended the call and sneaked out of the bathroom and to my locker, not wanting to bump into anyone, not even Cayden, I needed to be alone now. I took my things and left the school, so much for trying to get educated.

I began walking to the gym and as I did, I put my phone on silent and plugged in my air pods. I listened to music as I walked. When I got to the gym I just walked straight in since Martino owns this place. I changed into my fighting clothes and stretched a little before I began throwing fists at the punching bag. When I work out I try to get me as angry as possible and usually think of Ziko, my poor excuse to father, Vladimir, and poor excuse to mother, Lara, but this time I already was angry enough.

I spent a good 30 minutes on the punching bag and when I stopped I saw that I had forgot to wrap my knuckles and the had began to bleed. Hastily, I wrapped the up and walked over to the treadmill, putting it onto running speed and ran for about 15 minutes before I left for the bench-press. I putted on my weights and began lifting. I spent the rest of the evening here working out and when I was done I took a shower, put on my regular clothes and left the gym.

Outside I took out my phone and turned on the sound. Cayden had called me about 40 times and left around 50 messages. The other guys had also texted me, even Simon, they said that Cayden was freaking out because I was gone and suddenly I felt guilty. I made him worry again. I frowned. Simon said that he was sorry and didn’t mean to snoop around in our privacy.