𝑾𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑽𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔－ 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏

Time passed, and Valentina grew to find the constant yelling and crying to be a normal thing in her day to day life. And if she didn't hear any she was greatly confused and expected the worse.

Valentina was excepted into college. She was finally free of her parents.

She became the star student. She had good grades, was in a good social group, and she had her whole life ahead of her.

When she met him, it felt right. Valentina heard of him around campus. The party boy who new how to get things going. Girls and guys bragged about spending a late night with him, and that seemed to be reward enough, and part of Valentina was intrigued by this so called boy.

The night of her friend Stephanie's twentieth birthday party was definitely a night to remember in her mind. There was dancing, inside jokes, and drinking—lots of drinking.

Valentina laughed at Stephanie who had just come back from dancing with a guy across the room. "You need to slow down," she said.

"And you need to have fun," Stephanie giggled. "It's my birthday and I command you to go dance with a handsome stranger."

"And what would come out of that?"

Stephanie shrugged. "Maybe a romance. A future you can see yourself in. A kid or two."

The brunette drank a bit more of her beverage. She put down her red cup and looked around the room, Stephanie laughing and pointing at a few guys who were ogling them. Valentina grinned at her friend, catching the eye of the dark haired man across the room.

Valentina grabbed her cup again, chugging the rest of it down. Someone stood next to her, grabbing a cup behind her and taking a sip.

She glanced over and noticed the overly handsome man. His dark eyes and hair made him seem as if he was somewhat of a mystery. He gave her a grin, a cocky one that would draw everyone in with a single word and flash, and Valentina was drawn in easily.

Her heart skipped a beat. The brunette gave him a smile back and decided she would make a move. "How strange," she said.

He looked down at her. "What?"

She cracked a smile. "I just find it funny how you're wearing a leopard print shirt with zebra stripe socks," she said.

The man looked down at his ankles, which had zebra stripe socks peeking it under his pants. He gave her a raised brow. "Is this your way of flirting?"

"Maybe."

He held his hand out. "Dion."

She smiled. "Valentina."

"Well, Valentine, let me get you another drink," Dion said. He motioned toward the drink bar with a careless attitude. "There's much to choose from."

Valentina stared at his face. She noticed how perfect his skin was, and the way his eyes were a dark purple—almost black. His skin rippled with something underneath, something foreign. She reached a hand out and touched his arm. His veins seemed to glow.

Dion only shook his head and guided her toward the drink bar, his hand on the small of her back. Within minutes they had found more in common then they had any other time in their lives. In an instant, something happened between them, and in the end, they left the party together to wander the streets while laughing.

"How can you hold that much liquor?" Valentina giggled, off her rocker. "I can only have one or two."

Dion smiled. "Eh, I'm a party boy, what can I say," he said.

"Whatever," she told him. "Party boy or not, you have mad english night incredible. Which isn't that hard considering the fact that I'm living in a cheesy romance novel."