A/N: Sorry that it took so long for me to update. I was back to school since last week, and I would always come home looking very tired. I come from a different country, so...what can I do? Every time I want to continue this story, I had to do my homework's. It sucks. But I'll be having another holiday next month, because it's fasting month for Muslims in my country. I won't be fasting because I'm a Hindu. I should shut up now, and let you read. Enjoy!

Prudence's POV

It had been six days since John and I were steady. I didn't go to the theater that often, though…but he always asked me out for dinner whenever he wasn't busy or tired after the shooting of the film. We would either have dinner at the hotel restaurant, his new rented flat, or in a fancy restaurant. We were often besieged by raging hormones when we were having dinner in a restaurant.

One day (31st March, to be exact), I was walking towards the Scala Theatre all by myself. John asked me to come to the theater the other day to watch him and his bandmates record the concert footage. I said yes, of course.

I was about to enter the theater when someone (a blonde lady) suddenly yelled at me. It took me about fifteen seconds to realize that the screaming blonde lady was Cynthia!

"You did this to me!" she screamed at me, and pushed me against the wall. "You fucking did this to me!"

"Did what?" I asked her, I was very oblivious what was going on.

"Oh, will you please stop acting so innocent and so stupid!" she said angrily. "It's all because of you! It's because of you that John left me!"

I looked at her with an eyebrow raised. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't do anything, because I was oblivious and felt very weak.

"He left me because of you!" she screamed at me again, and slapped me really hard on the face.

I rubbed my face, and tears started to form on my eyes. I didn't let them out, because it would just show her that I was a weak girl. But I'm not. I looked at her with a blank expression on my face. She looked very angry—furious—and she wanted to hit me more.

"Please, don't, Cynthia," I said to her softly.

She was about to hit me again, but thankfully, John stopped her.

"Cynthia, you fucking stop hurt her, right now!" John yelled at her, coming out of nowhere. He was holding her hand tightly so she couldn't hurt me anymore.

"Stay out of this, John!" she yelled back at him angrily.

He slapped her really hard on the face before my eyes, and I was terribly shocked. My jaw dropped open, and I had to cover my mouth with my palms so a fly wouldn't go inside my mouth as I looked at John and Cynthia wit a very shocked look on my face.

Cynthia started to cry, and I looked at her sadly. What John did to her was terribly wrong—but I couldn't do anything at the moment, because I was still very shocked. I looked at him, and I saw anger in his eyes.

"Why did you fucking hurt her, Cyn?" he demanded.

She didn't say anything. She only sobbed, and cried repeatedly.

He shook his head, and pursed his lips. He looked at her, and said, "I thought that you would never do such a thing, Cyn. I thought that you're a sweet girl from Liverpool who would never hurt someone."

She looked at him with sad eyes. "But John—"

"Why don't you just…go home, Cynthia?" he interrupted her.

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She closed it, and then walked away without a word.

"Cyn…" I said to her as I walked to her, but he stopped me. I looked at him, and he only shook his head.

"Let her be," he said to me.

I watched Cynthia as she walked down the street alone with a very sad look on her face. I looked at him, and started to cry. He nodded his head, and brought me to his warm embrace. I buried my face on his shoulder, and hugged him back as I cried. He gently stroked my hair, and slowly rocked back and forth.

"It's all right, Prudence," he said to me. "It's all right. It's over now."

I stood straight, but kept my eyes on the ground. I wiped the tears away from my face, and he lifted my chin up with his finger. My eyes met his handsome eyes, and I felt my cheeks blushing heavily. He smiled at me, and playfully tapped my nose with his other finger. I chuckled.

"I'm sorry to come here looking like a pile of shite," I said.

"It's okay…and you don't look like a pile of shite," he said. "You look lovely as always." He winked.

I smiled at him lovingly, and he planted a light kiss on my lips. Gosh, that kiss always makes me melt and feel better. I chuckled, and smiled at him shyly.

"C'mon, let's go inside before the fans arrive," he said.

I nodded my head. "Okay."

We walked inside the theater, and walked to the backstage. I saw Paul sitting beside Jane, and they were looking like two people in love. Jane saw me, and she waved her hand at me. I waved back at her, and smiled at her kindly. I sat beside her, and we started talking to each other.

We watched the band recording the concert footage on the right side of the stage. They were miming to the backing tracks, while the fans were screaming really loud and being excited and happy, like how Beatles fans would always do when they watch the group live or see the group walking down the street without a disguise.

"Quite a frenzy, don't you think so, Prudence?" remarked Jane while watching the boys miming to I Should Have Known Better.

"Yes, it is," I agreed with a nod. "I've never been to their concerts."

"Neither have I," she said.

"But…being in this production is the best thing ever to me," I said. "I can get to meet and talk to the group. I get to be their friends. And…John and I are now lovers."

She looked at me with a wide smile on her face. "Really?" she asked me, excited. "What about Cyn?"

"He left her," I answered. "She hadn't been true to him, that's why he left her."

"I see…I'm sad for Cyn, and happy for you, Pru!" she said. "I'm not sure if that's appropriate, but who cares? You're now dating a Beatle, like your friend Pattie!"

"Yes," I said with a nod.

"And we can hang out every day! We can go shopping together with Pattie and Maureen!" she said excitedly.

"We can do that during weekends, and school breaks," I said. "I still have high school to finish."

"And are you going to attend college?"

I nodded my head. "Yes, I'm going to attend college," I said. "Hopefully, I'll go to Oxford. But I have a back-up plan if Oxford doesn't accept me. Cambridge University."

She smiled at me widely. "Well, I'm sure that you're going to accepted by Oxford!" she said. "You're a very smart girl!"

I smiled at her kindly. "Geez, thank you, Jane," I thanked her humbly.

"No problem, love," she said to me, and gave me a hug.

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