She's got everything she's ever needed in life. Money. Loving parents. Supporting friends and overall a great life. So why did she feel so lonely? Why did she feel like she had to be a bitch every time?.
Poppy Holmes, has a mouth like a sai...
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Hartley's P.O.V
"You've got to be kidding me" I uttered under my breath as I stepped through Poppy's house. It was littered with pretty much all of Avery High's students, in a state of intoxication. Poppy did tell me she wanted to throw a party while her parents were away for the weekend, and mind you I did try and talk her out of it but then I realized that I didn't her to think that I was changing her. She is only 18, we were young.
If she wanted to have fun then I was not going to stop her. The only thing that I was worried about was that I didn't want anyone flirting with my poppy. I know Poppy loves me, she would never cheat but I didn't like the feeling that other people still felt the need to flirt with her, even knowing that she's with me.
The fact that I was so--mhmm well not really, but I am shocked is the fact that Poppy had told me it was only going to be a few people. Just some of her "girls" was her words. However this wasn't the case at all. There was at least 300 or more people here. As the girlfriend of the person who is hosting this party, of course shed invite me but I could tell shes been a bit nervous around me for a while and I didn't know why.
Was it because of the many hundreds of people in this house or something else?.
I had brought Richie with me in case well--in case I needed back up for anything. I knew that wouldn't be a smart choice because the second we walked into the house, he disappeared beside me. What a best friend he was. I shook my head as I began to walk through the swarm of sweaty teenage bodies, "Urgh, gross" I mumbled out loud to myself.
The music was so loud and I couldn't even see a thing because the lights were so brigh--"come with me" a voice whispered in my ear and suddenly I was being tugged. In what direction, I do not know but for some reason, I knew this person wouldn't hurt me so I followed.
Two minutes later, we were outside again as the cool air brushed against me, the person released their grip on my hand and I was finally able to identify who had pulled me away from the crowd.
It was Art. For a minute or two I had completely forgotten what Poppy's feelings were towards Art and I hanging out together so I smiled at her and sighed in relief. "Wow, thank you Art. Dude I don't know how people do it" I told her and she chuckled as she crossed her arms and nodded,
"Yeah, I was feeling sorry for you. I figured you needed saving" she said and chuckled again. I nodded as I began to realize that if Poppy found me in this predicament then tonight would not be ending well. So I nervously started kicking the grass as I cleared my throat.
"Well uhm I sh--" "You shouldn't be afraid of hanging out with your friends Hartley" she mumbled out loud and I stopped talking as I looked at her. "I'm not" I told her seriously and I watched as she scoffed away what I said. "I know she doesn't like me hanging out with you, to which I don't know why but it sad seeing you actually listening to her and bowin--"
