Posh Girls

On the Radio

4 Weeks Later...

Nick’s POV:

Garcia’s lips touched mine, and I immediately responded. She groaned in pleasure, and I wrapped my arms around her more. She pulled away and smiled at me.

Her dyed dark black hair was now a lovely brown colour, and her eyes were sparkling. I kissed her nose, and she giggled, grinning at me. We were on our 7th date, in a cafe somewhere. She had found it, and I loved it already.

Once I had told Garcia I didn’t want her that way, she changed completely. The false chick I had disliked had changed into this giggly girl that I adored. She was still as confident, but now in a more controlled way.

But she wasn’t her

Garcia sipped her coffee, looking at me over the top of it, through her dark eyelashes. I reached for my hand and intertwined my fingers with hers. I rubbed her fingers with my thumb, and she squeezed my hand back.

She wouldn’t ever be her

I couldn’t stop it. My mind flashed back to her, and our love, and how we had been so cruelly ripped apart less than 4 weeks ago.

***

“Yes I do”

The words left Valentine’s lips, and the whole room stopped to think about this. Valentine had shamed herself by confessing to her feelings. My nervous eyes flashed to her parents, and their faces were stone cold.

Slowly, I released her from my arms, but she clung onto me as though her life depended on it. I guessed she thought that if she let go now, she’d never get me back.

Her father turned to me, his eyes locking with mine.

“What do you have to say about this, boy?” He spat, clearly unimpressed with me.

“That’s the musical boy Valentine told us about” Her mother whispered to him, and I saw his eyes flash with rage. He wasn’t impressed with me, and he wouldn’t ever be; I could see that now.

“Is that why you played with my Valentine’s heart?! Manipulate her emotions so you could get to me?!” He yelled at me, angry. I saw Valentine quiver.

Sure he didn’t like me, but I wouldn’t be accused of using Valentine so awfully like that.

“NO! I wouldn’t ever hurt her! If you let her marry this Armando, she’s going to go through so much pain!”

“THAT IS NONSENSE!”

“I HAVE PROOF!” I shouted my face red with anger. Valentine’s mother placed a hand on her husband’s arm, calming him.  I whispered thank you to her, and she nodded.

“My friend Garcia, she goes to my school. They met, somehow, and she went home with him. I’m not saying he made her, she went there voluntarily, and he hurt her. I wouldn’t assume anything, but she came home with bruises and cuts”

Gasps went around the room, and people were whispering.

“That was after one night” I finished, satisfied that at least half the room believed me.

Valentine’s mothers eyes were on stalks, I could tell she believed me. Her eyes were darting crazily back and forth between Valentine and her husband. I turned back to Valentine’s Dad, and I saw a hand being placed on his shoulder.

I followed the hand upwards, and I came face to face with him.

“Surely you don’t believe the boy? He has taken a fancy to Valentine, and he is simply making up lies to get close to her. I wouldn’t place a hand on her, surely you can see that?” Valentine’s Dad nodded and I turned to Valentine in desperation.