Death of the Perfect Girl

63- The Inexperienced

Sadie walked down the hallway with Fisher at her side. She looked at him and smiled then she looked down the hallway.

He kept a straight face, feeling anger as his only emotion. He hated himself, what he had become. He was a slave to Sadie, doing everything she had asked him to.

Poppy was walking in their direction with a make up less face.

Fisher's brows furrowed as their eyes locked.

Poppy looked at him, then Sadie, then him again. She stood in front of them. "What's this?" She pointed at them both.

Sadie smirked. "What do you mean? Can't two friends walk to class together?"

Poppy looked at Fisher.

He looked away.

Poppy squinted at him, then she suddenly snapped her fingers in his face.

He flinched and looked at her.

"What the hell are you doing?"

He tried to glare at her, but staring into her eyes made his heart sink. He looked at Sadie then he looked back at Poppy.

"Are you trying to make a statement by hanging out with the girl who called me at four A.M to tell me that she hated me?"

Fisher gulped. "Are you...trying to make a statement?"

Sadie snorted and smiled.

Poppy's jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"

"Well," Fisher shrugged," you washed the make up off of your face. Honestly...that wasn't the best idea. But hey...yesterday wasn't your best idea either."

Poppy felt bumps of embarrassment cover her skin.

"Tea," Sadie grinned and looked at Fisher. "What happened yesterday?"

Fisher and Poppy stared at each other. 

Fisher watched tears fill Poppy's eyes. He opened his mouth with a forced cocky smirk. "Poppy did a few things to me that I did not think she was capable of."

Poppy clenched her fists.

"Ooo, Poppy," Sadie looked at her. "Sounds to me like you're a bit of an undercover slut. But I'm not surprised," Sadie stepped closer to Poppy with a glare in her eyes. "Since it's not the first time you've shared your bed with a guy."

Fisher froze and Poppy furrowed her brows.

"Am I right? You're experienced."

Poppy titled her head. "What are you-"

"Mason?"

Poppy held her breath. "I've never-"

"Chris?"

Poppy looked at Fisher.

He looked furious. "You told me you never had sex before."

"I hadn't. Not before you. I swear." Poppy shook her head, trying to keep herself from letting her anger take over.

Sadie stepped closer to her again. "Are you really going to lie like this, Poppy?"

"I'm not lying-"

"I have half the football team to back me up."

"You're bluffing-"

"They all know what you're like. Sweet on the streets, freak in the sheets. Oh, and then you lie about them and cry rape-"

Poppy suddenly drew her hand back, launching it forward. She smacked Sadie, her head jerking sideways.

The hallway stood still, the sound echoing throughout the hallway.