The Rich and The Rich

Chapter 2

The day of Willow funeral, Ryder didn't even show up. I will never forgive him. It's his fault she's gone.

It's been two weeks since her funeral and three since her death.

I miss her.

Her death hit me like and I did what I did best....

I partied.

Hard.

Tonight, I was going to a party and as I got ready, Nathan sat on my bed scrolling through his phone. As I walked into my room to get some eyeliner, he looked up and stared at me.

"What?"

He sighed and walked towards me, easily towering over me.

"Poppy, I know how close you and Willow were and how hard you took her death but listen to me, you can't keep doing this to yourself. I don't like seeing you like this. I love you to much."

I frowned my eyebrows.

"Nat, I know you love me, but you don't have to always worry about me. I'm perfectly fine."

He gave me a look.

"You and I both know that's a lie. You haven't been fine since Willow died. I get you two were close but you can't live keep living your life."

"Nat, I don't need everyone on my case okay. Especially you. You're the last person I want to here this from."

He sighed, slowly getting off the bed.

"Poppy, I just worried about you."

"Then come to this party with me."

He rolled his eyes. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Please, for me?"

I gave him my best puppy dog eyes and he let out a heavily sigh.

"Fine."

"Yay!"

I turned away from him and walked back into my bathroom doing my hair.

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"Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!"

After chugging all the beer. I throw my arms up.

"Now that's how you chug."

And crowd went wild. Spontaneously chanting my name.

"Pop-py! Pop-py!"

I walked away and went to the made shift dance floor.

"Let's dance!"

After dancing around and people feeling up on me, I walked up stairs only to be stopped by a voice.

"You are drunk as hell aren't you?"

I winked.

"You know it."

He chuckled and shook his head.

"Greg, you look pretty drunk yourself."

With eyes still on me, he walked dangerously slow my way.

"You know, Poppy, I always thought you was hot."

He was extremely close to were I could feel his breath on me and let me tell you, it smelled straight like alcohol.

Me being drunk and horny, my eyes flicked to his lips and back at his face.

He crushed his lips against mine wrapping an arm around my waist while mine darted in his brown hair. His hand slowly raised my dress and he cupped my ass. But then he was yanked away from me.