The Popular Guy

Chapter 4 - Tingles

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^^^above is Richelle Spencer ^^^

Song: Despacito - Luis Fonsi, Daddy Yankee ft. Justin Bieber

**RECAP**

I walked over to the detention room and opened the door. What I saw before my eyes was just ... disgusting. Why did it always have to be me who walked in at the wrong time??

Poppys POV:

There right in front of my eyes was Sam Ford and one of his sluts, eating each others faces! They soon realised they had company and sprung apart. Sam smirked at me as the slut glared.

" Erm... I ... er..." I stuttered. Sam continued to smirk at me!

The slut reached down and kissed his lips and strutted out the room making sure to give me a nasty glare.

"I am ... sorry" I said, when my face calmed the blush down a bit.

" No problem... she was bad anyway, such a sloppy kisser and-"

"Erm I don't like talking about exchanging sliava" I cutted him off after getting all my courage back.

" So you are a good inncent little girl then aren't you or you're jealous " he replied.

Pfft as if I would ever be jealous of those sluts and the manwhore.

" I am not jealous and I am not little " I hissed.

" Ohh you didn't deny the good and inocent bit though" he exclaimed, smirking.

I stayed silent because I was classed as good and innocent.

" Ha gotcha, you are totally good and innocent." He laughed.

I tried to change the subject.

" So... why isn't the detention teacher here?"

He looked at his watch and smirked.

" He shall be here in 6...5...4...3...2...1" As if on cue the teacher walked in and he sat at his desk.

I just walked over to the seat furthest away from Sam and watched as people start to flood the room.

As I finish all my homework the teacher announced that we could leave. Most students flood out but I slowly put my books in my bag and stood up.

"Hey" I knew instantly that annoying voice. I turned around I faced him and said:

"What?"

" I was wondering why you were in detention, seeing as you are the good, innocent girl" Gosh, that boy was annoying in capital letters.

"And why would I tell you?" I questioned.

"Because I am your friend"

" Lets get this clear, jerk, you are not and never will be my friend"

"We'll see" He just replied shrugging his shoulders.

"Whatever" I started walking to my car when he spoke again.

"You still didn't tell me why you were in detention"

I sighed and turned around.

" If you really want to know... then I was late for class" I huffed.

" Which class?"

"Mr. Crones math class" I groaned.

"Ohhhh... BURN" he said, laughing. Swiftly changing the subject I asked:

" Why were you in detention?"

" I was late for class because the big bitch wouldn' t stop kissing me." He grimised.

I shook the image out of my head and spoke up " I guess you don't really like Richelle then do you?"

"No, she is so clingy"

I nodded my head. He then spoke up.

"So... I will see you tommorow?"

"I guess"

I started walking to my car when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to him. I fell into his chest and he steadid me. He didn't say anything, he just kissed my forehead, leaving my skin tingling, in a good way. I quickly pulled away mumbling a goodbye and fast walked to my car. As soon as I got in my car I banged my head against the steering wheel.

Why did I get a tingly feeling where he kissed my forehead? Why did he kiss my forehead?

I shook the thoughts from my head and pulled out of the parking spot and headed home.

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