What Do You Want From Me?

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Poppy's P.O.V

"You can't do that to me!" I yelled through the phone angrily and I heard my father sigh before he spoke, "Sorry poppy, but that's the way it is. I have ordered Max to take away your keys and you will not, and I will say it again, you will not order him to give you back the keys or else next thing we are taking away from you is your financial status." he stated strongly and i felt my heartbreak thinking of me not having any money. So I groaned loudly before screaming how much I hated them before hanging up on him.

This was so unfair, and this proves just how much of a snitch Max is!. He told me when he had found Matt and I in my bedroom a couple of hours ago. I wasn't even doing anything with the imbecile, I was trying to tell him that I was breaking up with him when he suddenly jumped on me and that was the exact time Max had walked in, thus leading to him snitching on my parents and them taking away every car keys I've owned.

Now I had to call someone to drive me because I fired my driver a week away and Max still hasn't found a new driver. Now who's someone that could drive me, someone I can stand but then can't at the same time, someone that makes me laugh and smile surprisingly and someone that I can argue with.

Of course! I thought brightly as I jumped off my bed and ran towards where my phone was charging which was inside my enormous bathroom. Once I've reached my phone, I picked it up and automatically dialed her number by heart. I put the phone on speaker before walking out my bathroom as I listened to it ring, after the second ring, she picked up. My heart started beating erratically and I smiled a small smile as I heard her yawn.

"What?" she asked and giggled at her sleepy voice but also the irritation laced within her voice, she still can't seem to forgive me about what happened with Matt even though I have apologized like I literally had to climb in her lap and apologize to her but again she said it's not a big deal and quote, "I can do whatever the hell I want", that ended with me getting mad at her for reasons we both don't know and here we are, a week or so later.

"I need you to be my personal driver until my idiotic butler finds a new one" I stated or was it a demand? I honestly don't know. I heard her sigh and I thought a hundred percent that she was going to agree but her response was, "No" and then she hung up!. I had gotten so mad that I stomped my foot and I wanted to smash my Iphone 7 Plus to pieces but then managed to calm down to call her again, she better answer this time I thought and I was just about to give up on the fourth ring when she answered,

"No!. No, I will not do it. Dammit girl, I've been your slave for a week and let me tell you it was a torturous we-" I cut her off however, not liking the feeling of her thinking that week was all tortuous. It wasn't. "It wasn't that torturous Hartley. What about the things we did together? In my bedroom? Things I knew you lik-"

"Fine! Just don't say it!" She yelled as she interrupted me and I smiled as I bit my lip and sat down on my bed. We didn't have sex, no we just had amazing mindfucking make out's. The best make outs I've ever had with anyone and just by thinking about them is making my heart go crazy. "No" I came to as I heard her say another strong "No" and I pouted as I whined again but I could imagine her shaking her head, not agreeing to what I was asking.

"So what am I supposed to do? You want me to ask Matt instead?" I asked her and there was a slight pause before she spoke, "I wouldn't really care if you asked Matt, annoy him instead of me" she said almost without any emotion and I rolled my eyes as I've come to know that she gets like this when she feels like she needs to be closed off, maybe it wasn't a good idea to bring Matt up in this conversation. After a minute of silence, I sighed and I spoke softly which I rarely ever do, it seems like she's the only one that could ever ever bring this side of me to the surface.

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