Chapter 4 THE VOICE

***Valentina POV

"Here, watch it, since you have decided to disgrace all that your family stood for. Go back home, Valentina; you need to grow up." He handed me the cell phone upside down, with a playing video.

I turned the phone around as Prof. Kennedy walked away into the auditorium.

Looking at the video playing;

____"Come on, Valentina, Ye! Ye! Ye!"... the clip had me, butt naked, dancing with some guys, on jeans pants and topless. One of the guys held me from behind, grabbing both of my tits and smacking my butt.

I recognized one of the dudes; he was part of Jack's pack - the Crescent pack.

All the hair behind my neck rose as sweat escaped my skin pores. My body heat burned me.

I was teetering, suddenly frozen, as the topless guy held my tits and pressed them together beneath my bra. Still watching, someone grabs the phone out of my hand.

I held on because I needed to see what happened in the end.

She forcefully pulls the phone out while I was still lost in the stare of the video again.

"Whore, I need my phone, Okay?". the same student who gave Prof. Kennedy the phone, speaking as everyone suddenly burst into a hard laughter.

"What you thought this was, Bitch?!"

"Nice ass, princess!"

"You make a very good slut!"

Everything hits me; they were all referring to me and my naked videos from the start.

I quickly ran down the stairs, hoping I could just disappeared. Aunty Gigi was already gone, If she happens to hear or see this video.

Oh my god!, she is definitely killing me, of course my dad was going to find out, from his best friend any ways, so either ways, I'm already dead.

Heart broken and feeling betrayed there was only one person, I could possibly run to, who would not judge me.

My whole body started rising; I could feel the heat burning me from the inside. I ran fast like never before, my purple bag well placed on my back, jogging tight.

I took the Library and coursing path through the New Coffee shop, bumping into several slow-walking students and staff on my way to the New Auditorium, heading for the Administrative building.

Flashes of what happened last night rushed in bits, but nothing was clear enough.

I quickly ran up the stairs, picking up voices from everywhere, hearing sounds of vehicles far away.

I couldn't pay close attention to what was happening inside me; all I wanted was to run as fast as I could to Aunty Rebecca.

Through the administrative building entrance, down the lengthened hallway, I dashed into Rebecca William's office-the only person I tell everything.

"Valentina, what happened!?" Rebecca is surprise as she burst out of her chair toward me, breaking into her office.

"Aunty Rebecca, they filmed me naked!" Tears streaming down my face.

She removes my bag and held my head close with her hands, covering my ears.

She pushed her door away, but it didn't close up, as if she knew exactly what I needed-to stop hearing those voices.

She didn't say a word as she soon hugged me, burying me in her shoulders.

The hotness increased, though I wanted this hug more than anything.

"Valentina, you're burning up fast; you need to stay calm and tell me exactly what happened," she spoke as she looked me in the eyes.

Rebecca Williams was my mom's best friend, Clakemount University Counsellor after my late mom, making her the perfect go-to person each time I had any challenges.

She spoke softly and acted kind like my mom and had her ways around the hearts of people.

She was selfless.

Trying to explain everything, she held my hand throughout the process as she closely listened to me.

Hot tears streamed, covering my eyes, as she wrapped around me.

"Valentina, you're going to be fine. Valentina, listen to me, you're going to be fine," she spoke softly, almost like a whisper.

I soon gained calmness, but the heat kept on rising.

Rebecca and I spent time together, her holding me through and telling me, "It's going to be okay.

Just breathe; everything will be fine." Somehow, I felt the burn inside and couldn't accept her voice in my head as the heat gained more momentum.

Suddenly, I hear an "Hello." It sounded like melody, and something leaped within me.

There he was-a guy, fixing his gaze at me and Aunty Rebecca. The heat suddenly stopped, like I was placed in a refrigerator, as he spoke.

Every word from his mouth sounded like a melody.

"Sorry, ma'am. I could come back later," as he speaks, his voice and his eyes were completely opposite; he looked so worried while his voice sounded like keys and notes-deep beats in rhythm to my heart that echoed in sync each time he spoke.

Aunty Rebecca tells him to wait and makes him sit down.

She whispers into my ear, "You need to stay calm now. Please."

"Um, Mr. Kelvin... Mrs. Carol... I'm a new student, ma'am." His melodious voice again.

I couldn't figure out; each sound he made calms my heart and cools my heat. I had never felt this around anyone before.

Hearing Aunty Rebecca's voice following his, she asked him questions. His eyes were suddenly a point of focus, though I remembered the video.

But looking at his eyes made me smile. I quickly dried up my eyes and waited to hear his voice once again. After a while, he wasn't saying anything.

Aunty Rebecca explained some basics about Clakemount University.

He only kept staring; soon the heat started rising again, and it rose faster this time, making me uncomfortable.

"Yeah, sorry," he speaks again, and the heat immediately calms again.

I didn't care what he had to say; he should just keep talking.

Aunty Rebecca's voice wasn't doing the trick as she kept on speaking to him.

After waiting to hear his voice again, this time, the heat made me sweat uncontrollably.

I feel crazy now, waiting for his voice to calm me down.

As much as he made me feel, I couldn't be here. What if he leaves, and I never see him again? How was I going to figure out my heat problem?

Drying up my skin around my arm, I got up to leave and made my usual eye contact with Aunty Rebecca that I was outside at the other entry area of her office.

Though the heat, he still didn't say anything about me leaving.