Posh Girls

Heartbeat

Hey, um quick explanation. I am adding in another POV of a girl called Garcia. I’m hoping that what she says sort of explains things, but her part in the story is explained in Nick’s POV, which is after hers. Sorry if it confuses you, if so, leave a comment or PM me. Ok? Enjoy!

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Valentine’s POV:

Even if I was trying to be polite, I could easily say the stench of Mikey’s Cafe was enough to knock out 4 wrestlers. And that was being polite.

I shivered slightly, wishing I would have brought a coat, or a jacket, or even my dreadful school blazer, anything to try and revive my arms- numb with cold. Trembling, I reached my coffee, took one sniff, and put it down again.

Valentine Munroe may be a rich girl, but she is not a snob. The coffee smelt like something Starbucks had put in the dumpster 4 weeks ago. Maybe Nick wasn’t even going to show up. Would he stand me up?

I shivered again, and wondered if this was even worth it. Give it five more minutes, I told myself, and if he doesn’t show up, leave. I breathed out, a long sigh, when I felt cold lips press against my cheek.

Immediately, I turned scarlet, and looked at the perpetrator. Taking the seat opposite mine, I giggled as I saw Nick wink at me with his beautiful green eyes, glinting under the low lights.

“Sorry I was so late, the director held me back to talk to me about more gigs. I’ve got one next week, you there?” He babbled, taking his guitar off his shoulder and resting it against the chair.

“Sure” I told him, and I smiled. He smiled back, and we sat in awkward silence. Well we did, until I had to be a complete and utter buffoon and shiver really loudly and really stupidly in front of him!

“Are you cold, here, have my jacket” Nick got up, removed his red McKenzie hoodie and handed it to me. Grateful, I slipped it over my head, and snuggle into the traces of the warmth of his body. His jacket smelt incredible!

“Thank you” I told him, and he grinned at me. I bit my lip, and the question that had been bothering me all night escaped my lips “Why did you ask me to come here, and not Martini? She’s prettier than me, and you’d probably have more to talk about”

“No she’s not prettier than you; you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met!” I blushed when Nick said that, and I grinned again when he winked at me

“I’m aw-aw-aw-aw-awfully nice am I?” I mocked, and Nick looked offended. He pulled a sad face, and placed his head on his hands on the table. Feeling bad, I leaned forwards and began stroking his head, feeling his new short hair in my fingertips, he’d cut it, as it hardly covered his eyes anymore.

He sat up, and my hand slid from his hand to his face. His skin was smooth, and he was staring at me like I was the princess in the castle, and he was the heroic knight. A fairytale.

Realising what I was doing, I moved my hand from his face, and placed it on his arm.

“Sorry, I just, I-“

“It’s fine. I have that effect on women, sometimes men, there’s some real characters at our school, like this one guy, he started singing to me in the middle of the hallway, like it was Glee!”

“Glee?” I asked, not knowing what this was.

Father didn’t let me watch shows like that, as he thought it would influence me in the wrong way. I also wasn’t allowed to watch Friends, as Father thought that was bad too, but Yunos sneaks episodes into the limo for me