Posh Girls

Mountains of Navaho

Garcia’s POV:

I traced the cuts on my face with my fingers, my face curling into a sinister smile. That guy was a real piece of work. They don’t come like him thank god.

So, the princess was engaged...I wonder if Nick knew about that one. I’d be surprised if he did, I trusted blondie as much as I trusted anyone- Not at all.

I applied my make-up to the rest of my face as normal. I put on dark eye shadow, and hoped that my make-up would make my scars look less obvious. If anything, they’d accelerate my bad girl image, and make me the most wanted girl in school.

Not to Nick though. Somehow, he is immune to my charms. I unfastened another button on my blouse, and adjusted my boobs in my bra. Not for long though Nicky-boy, I thought to myself. I was gonna make him mine.

I knew where he was gonna be. I’d overheard him telling one of his sexy mates about it, he was getting a present for the princess’ birthday. It was later tonight, so he’d be going shopping today. I gave myself the final check-over in the mirror, and I set off.

Out to make him mine.

And he was gonna fall like putty in my hands.

Nick’s POV:

It all looks the same!

Chocolate, bracelets, other jewellery, cards, ITS ALL THE SAME THING TO A DUDE! I’d already made her a mix tape of some of my favourite songs for Valentine to listen to, but I wanted to get her something else as well.

Like a nice....Anything really I’m desperate.

I should have brought Susie, but I had to be the nice brother and let her go to her best friend’s birthday party. Hey, she was a girl, what did Susie get her? I think it was a Hannah Montana wig so they could be ‘Secret Sisters’ or something like that.

Well I didn’t want to get Valentine one of those...

“Need some help Nicky?” A girl’s voice said behind me, and I turned around to find Garcia stood there, leaning against the underwear section. She looked perfectly alright being surrounded by all that....Sexy stuff, and that made me blush.

“Um...Yes please” I said nervously. She laughed, a real one, not that seductive fake one that she always uses.  I looked closely at her face and even underneath her make- up I could see the harsh lines that someone had so cruelly drawn on her face.

I found my hand reaching out to touch them, and I traced the lines with my fingers.

“Who did this?” I asked, breathless. Why would someone want to hurt Garcia? I wasn’t exactly appreciative of her love for me, but I’d hate to think that someone had hurt her.

“Ask Valentine about her new hubby, he’s real ‘creative’” She joked, although I could tell that she didn’t really feel that way about it. What does she mean ask Valentine? Did that Armando do this to poor Garcia? I doubt he abducted her to get her to go home with him though...

Garcia had sort of stopped, and slowed down, and she brought her hand up to meet mine. She wrapped her fingers around my hand, and entwined my fingers with hers. I didn’t know what to do; I’d never had this happen before.

Garcia and Valentine were so different. Valentine was quiet and conservative, and Garcia was so loud and in your face. Valentine was classical, calm and controlled and rehearsed, whereas Garcia was rock, messy and uncoordinated and love it/hate it.

I never thought there could be anyone other than Valentine.

Garcia moved her face close to mine, and I could feel the warmth of her skin. She closed her eyes, and I felt my own closing, and Garcia suddenly erased the space between us. Her lips were on mine, moving against mine, and then moving with mine.