Death of the Perfect Girl

53- The Pretenders pt3

Pearce stood on top of the couch with two beers in his hands, shaking his hips.

Poppy and Fisher sat staring at him, completely baffled as to what had happened to him. From youth pastor to stripper in under fifteen minutes.

"Drinks," Sadie handed them the glasses.

Poppy shook her head and handed it back. "Thank you. But I'm fine."

Sadie stared at Fisher waiting for him to drink. "It's orange juice."

"Are you sure you want me to drink?" Fisher gave her a hard stare.

Sadie caught on but she still insisted knowing that Poppy might follow him.

Fisher put the glass to his lips and chugged the juice down. He furrowed his brows. "It's clean. Not rigged," Fisher chuckled.

Poppy stared at Sadie then she took the glass of juice.

Sadie walked away with a smile.

Poppy sipped the juice. There was nothing in it. She thought there wasn't.

"The orange juice masks the vodka," Sadie boasted to Charlotte. "She can't tell and neither could Brody. Keep giving them drinks for me."

Charlotte gave her a glare eyed nod then she looked at Pearce.

He bent over and began to twerk.

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Fisher chuckled watching Pearce dance. He had watched Charlotte hand Poppy glasses of orange juice but Poppy took them with no objection so he decided to ignore it. He looked at Poppy.

Her head hung and her eyes looked different.

"You okay?"

She nodded. "I am...I feel a little...weird. That's all."

"You know...We're not supposed to be at parties with alcohol. We told our parents that this party had adults." Fisher snickered. "We didn't expect any to be here and the only one here is drunk out of his mind."

Poppy giggled then she put her hand on Fisher's face. "You're pretty."

He smiled. "I'm not-"

"I love you so much." Poppy expression softened.

Fisher's smile faded.

Poppy slowly climbed unto his lap and began to kiss him.

Charlotte stared at them tapping her finger on her beer bottle.

Liam stood beside her.

"Are you seeing this?"

"What?" He looked at Poppy and Fisher.

"Poppy's on Fisher's lap making out with him in public and our English literature teacher is twerking on a couch but no one's asking questions."

Liam looked around the room as if it were a hard riddle. "Poppy doesn't drink."

"And neither does communion wine over there," Charlotte pointed at Pearce.

"Did Sadie give them something?"

"Not supposed to say," Charlotte lifted her bottle at Liam then drank some of her beer.

Liam groaned then he walked out of the living room. He walked up the stairs and searched for Mason's room. He knocked on the door.

"Come in," Mason answered in a dragging tone.

Liam walked into the room to find Mason on his bed with a bong. "Really, man? Your girlfriend's celebrating her birthday downstairs and you're up here getting high?"