Death of the Perfect Girl

78- The Phone

Poppy walked out of Noah's house. "Thank you...for everything," she looked up at him.

"Anytime," he nodded. "Like really. You need anything, you just call."

"I know," Poppy smiled at him.

He smiled back, feeling a sudden nervousness.

Poppy's phone buzzed in her hand. "Probably my mom asking where I am," she giggled and looked at it. Her heart stopped. Sadie had posted her new video.

"I have something to tell you guys..."

"What's wrong?" Noah furrowed his brows.

Poppy gulped then she smiled and shrugged. "It's just Sadie's new video. She just posted it."

Noah groaned. "Poppy," he took her phone.

"Hey," she giggled.

"The fact that you get notifications from her tells me that you're obsessed with her."

"I'm not."

"Then you shouldn't be subscribed to her crap. You shouldn't be notified on when she's about to say something that hurts you. Sadie's gasoline to your depression."

Poppy frowned. She watched Noah's thumb dance on her screen. "What are you doing?" She leaned closer to look at it.

He smirked. "I'm unsubscribing you from her and blocking her."

"What? No-"

Noah quickly lifted the phone in the air.

Poppy giggled and tried to grab it, standing on her toes and leaning towards him. She fell over and stumbled into him, him wrapping his arm around her and stumbling unto the door frame.

He chuckled and looked down at her, her face a few centimeters away from his.

"Give it back," she laughed trying to grab her phone.

Noah stared at her, his eyes tracing her face. His smile slowly faded as his arm relaxed around her back. He looked at her smile and furrowed his brows.

She put her hand on his shoulder and leaned closer to him, pressing her body against his for support as she stretched on her toes to grab her phone. She finally got a hold of it and looked into his eyes with a grin. "Got it." She snickered at the look in his eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Noah slowly tilted his head, leaning closer to her.

Poppy leaned back. "Wait," she slipped from his embrace. "What are you doing?" She giggled nervously.

Noah stood embarrassed. He chuckled, then his smile faded to a straight line. "I don't know...nothing."

Poppy nodded. "Okay..." She looked at her phone. "Awe, Noah," she groaned and looked at him. "You already blocked her. What if she's saying something about me in her video?"

"You wouldn't know."

"It will once I get to school and everyone starts treating me like a leper."

"I won't," Noah shrugged shoving his hands in his pockets. "And Liam supports you no matter what."

Poppy sighed and shook her head. "I'll get texts from everyone asking me if I've seen it yet. So, it doesn't really matter."

"Then don't look at your phone."

Poppy titled her head and raised her brow. "Do you really think I wouldn't look at my phone for an entire night?"

Noah stepped closer to her. He stared at her and took her phone. "I'll keep it over night and pick you up in the morning."