AMAYA'S POV
When I got home after my first day of school after two weeks, I felt tired. But I also felt confused, what on earth was Chase doing here?
What was he doing at my school? Did he really miss me that much? I giggled at the thought. I mean, I did kind of miss him, even though it has only been a day. Chase and I have had a couple of good times together.
But anyways, I was happy to finally be home. Natalia, my greatest enemy, was all over me today.
She is so fucking annoying.
I decided to take a shower to clear my thoughts, that's always what I do when I'm stressed.
I got into the shower and turned the warm water on, and felt it tickling down my skin. I could feel the stress washing off of me. I sat there for a long time until I turned of the water to get out.
I dried myself and got dressed into more comfortable clothing. I was about to sit down on my couch and watch tv when my doorbell rang.
The first thing that popped up in my mind was Chase. Was it him? I rushed to open the door, only to find Naomi. She had a bottle full of red wine.
"Amaya, where have you been?" She asked
"I was at a friend's house...out of town." I lied.
"Okay, well as long as you're fine it doesn't matter. I on the other hand..." she sighed.
"What's wrong?" I asked. I stepped aside, signaling for her to come in.
She did and sat down on n my couch. I brought us two wine glasses and poured us the wine that she brought. And then she started telling me about her problems with her husband.
I nodded, trying to get understand what she was telling me; "and I don't know what's else to do." she said.
"Well, I think you should just give him time, he'll forgive you eventually. Or..." I suggested.
"Or what? Tell me!" Naomi shouted
"Or, you could give him something nice..if you know what I mean." I said, and winked at her; "Oh" she extended her "oh" and laughed.
Then we continued talking until it was night. Then she said that she needed to leave, so I led her out.
When she left I got myself some cereal and began watching my show on the tv.
Eventually I felt myself drift off to sleep, so I got up and went straight to bed.
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I woke up by my daily alarm. Time for school, again. I slowly got up, I went straight to the bathroom, and then I started getting ready. I decided to wear something pretty today, and leave my hair down.
I wore a flattering skirt with a basic top, along with a nice cardigan on top.
Amaya's outfit
It wasn't too short, it fit the dress code perfectly. I ate a little bit of breakfast and made my coffee. Then I quickly left my house, since I was already running late.
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I parked my car outside of the building and walked to the main entrance of my school. But I didn't get a chance to get in.
There was not-cross tape all around the building, with a bunch of police cars and ambulances. Many people were surrounding the building. I saw a girl who I share most of my classes with, I walked towards her to ask if she knew what happened.
"Hey, do you know what happened?"
"Remember Emmanuel? He was murdered." She replied.
My heart skipped a beat, when I started connecting the dots.
"Do you know how he was killed?" I asked.
"No, but there are plenty of other people who could know. Ask them." She told me, and so I did.
I looked around for a moment, and then I spotted a police woman, guarding, in front of the yellow tape.
I walked over to her, hoping that she would have an answer.
I was desperate for one.
"Excuse me, hi, how was the student killed?" I asked her. She turned to look at me and nodded.
"He was shot. Six times." She explained.
I knew exactly what happened now.
"T-thank y-you." I quickly thanked her, and ran towards my car.
I got in and closed the door shut. The car moved around from the impact. I took a moment to breathe. Then I reached for my phone. I was going to call Chase. I needed an answer.
"Hello?" He said, from the other line. "What's up Amaya?" He continued.
"Did you murder Emmanuel?" I straight up asked.
He didn't reply. He was silent.
But I had gotten my answer. I hung up the phone and sighed heavily. I couldn't believe him.
He had just murdered my classmate, and then he came and spoke to me as if it was a normal day. I can't believe this. I also almost let him inside my home!
I felt stupid. So stupid. Was I that dumb to let a killer into my home? All because he was nice to me?
Then I felt that feeling again.
~HIS MAFIA AND HIS GIRL~