K.I.S.S (Futanari) •

You Fucked Up

Poppy's P.O.V

It was the morning after my party. For some reason, I--I felt empty, empty with the biggest hangover I've ever had. I couldn't remember anything that had happened last night or anything that I might have said or did.

However, I felt like my brain and my body was telling me to remember, to figure something out. I yawned sleepily as I rubbed my eyes, wincing at the way the sides of my hide pounded hardly. I then reached over half of my bed towards my bedside and picked up my phone, strangely their wasn't any messages from Hartley.

I scrunched up my eyebrows, she would always send me a "good morning" "how are you" texts, and she'd send me jokes too that would cheer me up because I am definitely not a morning person. Like always I instantly become worried about Hartley, wondering if she's okay, if she had come to the party like I wanted her to.

So I had quickly got off my bed and took out one of my jean short shorts and a light tight olive green tank top, it was sort of a crop top too. I stumbled into my bathroom and brushed my teeth, washed my face thoroughly then did my make up. I was planning on going over to Hartley's check if anything was okay then take my baby out for breakfast.

I smile to myself softly thinking about the blonde. She has now grown out her hair, it's up to her shoulders now. Her hair reminds me of Kelsos hair in That 70's Show and she even treats it the way Kelso does. I then softly chuckled remembering when I had gone over to her house one day and saw where she would keep her hair products .

I guess she was trying to hide them from me because she had got so embarrassed that day and I asked her why she was embarrassed and she says, "because I'm not a girly girl okay? I don't do that stuff. I'm supposed to be scruffy but for you know--" she says and awkwardly but cutely walks off.

After I had done my makeup, I put on my favorite shows which was those black high balenciaga top shoes. I grabbed my keys and my phone, not thinking to send Hartley a text saying I'm on my way because I usually just show up sometimes and it was fine then so I didn't think this time was any differently.

I could still feel the gnawing in my stomach though, that something had gone wrong and I--I wouldn't know how to fix it and I found out what it was as soon as I walked down stairs.

Apparently a few of the party comers did not go home the night before. I sigh out loud, watching as some would wake up and stumble out my front door, some were still passed out. I was about to climb over a few bodies when a hand with really long nails might I add lightly grab my elbow.

I looked behind me and pulled my arm away as I looked at the really still drunk girl, a drunk girl was what people called in our school the "Avery High Slut" and I know it was a bad thing, I never realized that until Hartley pointed it out but it's like a brand name now. She looked at me through slitted eyes before she spoke,

"H--ey look I'm sorry about what I said last night about you know--relationships. You know what I mea--"

Then something had clicked, it felt like a wave of memories came crashing into me and I closed my eyes as I took a few steady steps back as I slowly sat on the bottom of my stair case.

Th--this could not happen to me right now, was all that I thought as I kept remembering me calling Hartley very drunk but--their was so much anger and frustration built up within me that I had started saying st--

"Oh my god" I said outloud feeling panic, guilt, regret bile up in my throat.

"Yah I know, like I do--"

"Oh my fucking god just stop! Go home, you Avery High slut" I yelled at Britney feeling like the room was spinning, I was in a haunted dream but a haunted dream that was dragging me by a roller coaster. I heard as she scoffed outloud and was dare I say going to take a few steps towards me and I clenched my fists as I stood up straight and looked at her, giving her one the most deathly glares I've ever given anyone.