No Place for Bad Girls

Baby You're so Classic

POV~Henry

"Feels like we're on the edge right now
I wish that I could say I'm proud,
I'm sorry that I let you down
Let you down
All these voices in my head get loud
I wish that I could shut them out
I'm sorry that I let you down
Let you down."

Her voice cracks and she runs off the stage and into the hallway. I immediately run into the hallway and after her. I find her pacing back and forth, tears in her eyes,

"Hey hey hey, what's wrong Megan?" I ask, running over to her.

She looks at me with her eyes full of tears. "Why did you make me do that?! I don't...I can't..."

I shake my head grab her hands. "You're voice is beautiful, Megan. Don't let ANYONE tell you different. You have the most amazing and angel-like voice I've ever heard. Anyone with ears can tell you the same."

She sniffs and looks up to me. "My father doesn't think so. He says my voice is like a donkeys and I should never sing if I want his ears to stay attached. When he came to my solo contest in 8th grade, he left because he said his ears hurt. I can't sing, Henry!"

I'm speechless. She looks up at me with desperate eyes. I'm suddenly noticing a bruise on her arm, and remembering the way her face went pale when I held her hand.

"Oh Megan."

She let's out a sob and I pull her into me. At first she doesn't know what to do, but she eventually fits her body in mine. I rock her back and forth, stroking her hair. And she let's me.

POV~Megan

I sniff and look up into his sparkling pecan eyes. He smiles down at me, and we get up together.

I take a deep breath and grin. "Well, now you have to sing."

He laughs and shakes his head. "Fine, but don't yell at me if I take an hour to choose what song."

We jog back into main area, and thankfully everyone is talking and already forgot about my run off the stage. I smirk at him, and he sticks his tongue out at me and marches up the stage.

"Hey-O everyone!" He shouts to the crowd.

I cheer and he flashes me a wink. Then he dances over to the book where you choose your song. He flips through it, not even looking at any of the songs and whispers something to the DJ.

"Alright! This is for someone here tonight...someone pretty amazing. Classic, ladies and gentlemen!"

The music begins to play, and he places his hands on the microphone with ease, moving his hips with the beat.

"Ooh girl you're shining

Like a 5th avenue diamond
And they don't make you like they used to
You're never going out of style

Ooh pretty baby
This world might have gone crazy
The way you saved me,
Who could blame me
When I just wanna make you smile

I wanna thrill you like Michael
I wanna kiss you like Prince
Let's get it on like Marvin Gaye
Like Hathaway write a song for you like this."

He continues to dance, and he rips the microphone from the stand. Dancing, he moves up and down the stage. His voice...it's amazing. I didn't think he could sing (no offense to him) because he never talks about it. But wow...it's mesmerizing.

After he finishes his song, he puts the mic back and thanks the DJ. He comes down and plops himself down next to me.

"So, how'd ya like it?" He asks, taking a big gulp of water.

"G-good. Yeah. Good." Good. Really. That's the best you got Megan?!

I clear my throat. "So uh, who was it about?"

He grins. "That wasn't part of the deal."

I groan. "Come ON you have to tell me!"

He flashes me a tight smile. "Nope. Not spilling."

The rest of the night goes pretty well. We order barbecue chicken wings and cheese balls, but most of them go to the floor because of the food fight we had. I'm pretty sure we almost got kicked out, but oh well. When I check the time, it's almost midnight.

"Henry! It's almost midnight!" I yell.

He quickly checks his watch. "Jeez, it is isn't it. We better get home."

I nod and grab my phone and purse. We jog up to the door and walk out together.

He stops and turns. "Did you walk here?"

I blush and nod.

"Well, then I'll give you a ride home."

He grabs my hand, but I pull away. "N-no. I'll walk, it's OK."

He turns to face me. "I AM taking you home. Please, you can't walk home when you're not able to see 2 feet in front of you."

I sigh and glance at his car. "Alright, fine. But you better be a good driver."

He chuckles. "No promises."

We walk over to his green Jeep where I hop in the drivers seat. Without hesitation he comes over to me and picks me up like a baby, carrying me over to shotgun. I put on a pouty face.

"But I've never driven a Jeep before!" I whine.

He smiles at me and get's in the drivers side. "And you won't tonight, either."

I blow a piece of hair from my eyes and cross my arms playfully.

I tell him the directions to my house, and he drives there slowly. Multiple times I yell, "Speed up old man!" But we're not going to talk about that. Once we get about a block away from my house, I tell him to stop. He gives me a look, but obeys.

"Um, thank you for driving me home. And I GUESS thank you for making me come. Also, you're a good singer. OK, bye! See you tomorrow!"

I hop out of the car and speed home. Behind me, I hear the roar of Henry's car drive away.

Once I get to my porch, I carefully open the door. After I quietly shut it behind me, my eyes immediately go to the couch, where my dad is snoring. Thank God, or else I would've been in big trouble.

When I get to my room, I swiftly change out of my clothes and wipe my makeup off. After that, I get PJ's on and pull the covers to my chin and drift off to sleep, questions filling my head.

Why did I feel so good when Henry was around? Why did he offer to take me home? Do I like Henry?