Will She Be Okay? (A Romeo Beckham Story)

Chapter 7//Jayden

I woke up with a start. I checked my phone: 1:04am. Amira's head was against my shoulder, her legs over my lap, fast asleep. I looked at Aaron and Toby. Both asleep. I decided to go on my phone for a while. We had all called our parents as soon as we got stranded on the motorway, so I knew they wouldn't be worried. I had a text. "Romeo👊🏼".
"Jayden, can you send me a pic of Amira, I want to set it as her contact in my phone."
I sent him one of her now, because she looked cute while she was asleep, and one of her at her blackbelt grading. She was sweaty, her hair was coming out of her braids and she had her gold boxing gloves on. She was crying, and smiling. I remembered how proud she was, how proud her parents were, how proud I was. I got my blackbelt before her, because I started my course before her.
"Take your pic mate😂" I sent. Within a minute, he replied.
"Thanks mate, she's too cute man."
"You don't need to tell me mate, I've had people telling me for nearly 10 years!" I said.
"Do you think I have anyone to worry about?" He asked.
"Nah, she's loyal." I said. Amira and Romeo weren't official yet, but I knew how they both felt.
"Thanks Jay." He said. I put my phone away and thought about memories I had with Amira.
She came to my club when she was 6, because her previous instructor had been negligent, and had to close down before Trading Standards got on his case. She had been in my class for years, and I had done nearly all of my belt testings with her. She would often cry, and I would comfort her.

I then though of all the times she's been there for me. When I was 14, I got selected for the KickBoxing World Championships. The club paid for my airline ticket, because it was held in Croatia, but Amira knew I was going alone, so she brought her own ticket and came to cheer me on. I won. She was my biggest fan.

I had been with her on multiple occasions where she was picked on. It was mainly boys, because of her looks, but it was unacceptable. When I was there, I helped her, despite the fact she could look after herself. It just made me so mad, I frequently reacted before she did. I knew if Amira and Romeo got together, she would spend more time with him. Would he be able to protect her? Of course he could. I was 6'3", and he was nearly as tall as me. I had to trust him, but I couldn't. I wanted my BestFriend to be safe, always.