Posh Girls

Take A Chance

Valentines POV:

Laughing about the silly song Michael and Ladle Lads had been singing before I had left, I knocked on Martini’s door, and waited to be let in.

I told Martini that I had a date later this week with a boy named Nick, no more, because she liked him first, even if she didn’t know him, and she’d invited me round to help me get ready.

The door swung open, and stood in a belly dancing skirt and a crop top was Martini’s little sister Colada. She raised a disturbingly neat eyebrow at me, but let me in anyway.

Colada wondered back into the living room, and I heard her singing along to MTV. Like Martini, Colada loved to be the centre of attention, and wanted to be the next Cindy Lauper, or judging by the suggestive dancing Martini’s little sister was going: Britney Spears.

I made my way up the spiral staircase to Martini’s room, and I knocked on the door. No reply. Confused, I knocked again, and thankfully Martini shouted through the door to me.

“COME IN!” She bellowed, and I went in.

As usual, Martini’s room looked like a hurricane had just demolished it, but squatted in the centre, Martini looked as happy as Larry- Whoever he is or was.

“So, Tina babes, I’ve been thinking, what about this skirt, with this top?” Martini held up the belt, no wait, the skirt and the 2 pieces of cloth that were stitched together that I’m guessing she called a top.

I pulled a face.

 “No Martini, not in a million years” I told her, and she scoffed, throwing them at me. She rolled her eyes, her dark eyelashes blinking dramatically at me.

“I’m trying to help you get some here.  Whatever Valentine” Martini flopped onto her bed, her hair falling gracefully down her back. A pouty look on her face, she switched on MTV, and listened in, ignoring me.

Sighing, I flopped down on the bed, and picked up the top, trying to reconsider it. I stroked the fabric, but even then I couldn’t wear it.

Minutes passed, but it felt like hours.

All of a sudden, Martini’s phone went off on her bed, and with an excited squeal, she dived for it, her fingers eagerly pressing the buttons.

That’s when the front door slammed shut, and I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs.

Like a horror film, the footsteps stopped outside Martini’s door, and it slowly swung open, revealing a dark silhouette.

The first thing I saw was a shiny heel step out of the shadows, followed by another. And soon, the entire person was revealed.

My eyes scanned the person, from her dainty ankles all the way up her thin legs, all the way to her hips. They fixed on her face, smug, and in one hand she was twirling round an earbud, music blasting out from it.

Kora Kollins (no joke about the name) was stood in Martini’s door way.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder, removing her other earbud, and fixing me with a steely glare. I smiled back sweetly, knowing this would irritate her more than a challenge.

Shoes tapping on Martini’s wooden floor, she made her way over to the bed, and sat down, back facing me. Looking over her shoulder at me, Kora smiled innocently.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything” She lied and I shook my head at her.

Kora turned back to face Martini, and I realised that Martini didn’t want me here, she had Kora. Unnoticed, I got up from the bed and walked towards the door. I opened it, but before I left I took one last look at Martini.