the love club c.h.

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“Number one rule of Love Club,  don’t talk about Love Club.”

I open my eyes, staring down at the boy underneath me, still trying to feel me up my shirt while he continues to kiss me. The words echo into my head as I continue to stare at his face. It’s sort of hot, I guess. More like a cute puppy dog. I shudder inwardly with distaste. I push the boy off of me, and he looks up at me with a confused expression.

“I need to get to Math class,” I snap, picking up my bag.

“You don’t have to, you could stay in here a bit longer with me,” he smirks, gesturing to the small janitor’s closet we are currently in. I roll my eyes at his pathetic effort to come off as seductive. It was just plain bad.

“I’d rather go to math class than spend another minute with you,” I say coldly, before stomping out of the door.

I walk through the partially crowded hallways, ignoring the glances at me. Everyone at this school, always thought I was so “cute and innocent.” Little did they know, I’ve done more things than they can even imagine. I see Michael standing outside the door to my math class.

“Who was it this time?” he asks casually, picking at his fingernails.

“You dyed your hair again,” I state mildly, looking up at his green hair.

He waves his hand. “Yeah I know, thanks for telling me something that I already knew. Now tell me I don’t know; who was it?” he smirks at me, leaning against the wall.

“Some kid a year above us. He wasn’t even that hot, just cute,” I say, frowning at the word “cute.”

“So then he was no good at all if he was cute,” Michael scoffs, making me roll my eyes.

“Shut up, Clifford.”

“Make me,” he leans closer, mocking a kissy face. I laugh and slap his face jokingly.

“Clifford, Daniels, do you plan on standing out there all day,” Ms. Peters calls out impatiently. We look at each other and simultaneously roll our eyes, but walk into the classroom.

When we sit down, M.s Peters eyes us one more time before speaking up. “Well class, today we have a new student joining us.” She pushes a boy to the front, who scratches his neck awkwardly.

“Hi, um, I’m Calum Hood,” he says and the teacher signals him to go on. “I’m from Sydney, Australia, and um yeah.”

The teacher nods in approval. “Go ahead and take a seat next to Poppy Daniels. Daniels, raise your hand.” I raise my hand noncommittally and lay my face onto my desk. Of course she would stick me with the new kid.

“Um, hi,” he smiles charmingly. I quirk my lips upward.

“Poppy Daniels,” I slide into my innocent act. “Welcome to hell.”

~

“So there’s a party this Friday,” Michael says as he sits down next to me at our table. “And you’re coming with me.”

I roll my eyes, knowing that he’ll never take no for an answer. “Is it at Ashton’s again?” Michael nods. His parties are probably the best around, since his parents lets him do whatever he wants. Every time he wanted to have a party, they would leave town for a few days. Anything for their “Golden Boy.”

“Is this seat taken?”

Michael and I look up to see Calum Hood plopping down next to us. From the corner of my eye, I see Michael clench his jaw. He doesn’t like other people sitting at our tables. People we don’t know. I put my hand on his arm.

“So what’s your name, cabbage hair?” he asks casually. I snort into my drink, and Michael just glares.

“It’s Michael. I’m guessing yours is jackass, huh,” he sasses back. I snicker.

“All right boys, let’s tone it down,” I step in easily. “Michael, can you please act like a civilized person for once and start chewing your food, please. You’re making me nauseous just by looking at your mouth.” I turn to Calum, who seems to be enjoying the conversation. “Don’t mind Michael, he hates everyone.”

“Noted.” He smirks.

Michael eats sullenly in silence while I happily bite into my wrap. Jesus, I hope this lunch period ends soon if it’s going to be this awkward.

“So, um, how long have you two been dating?” Calum asks politely. I choke on my wrap, and Michael snorts loudly. Michael and I stare at each other and burst into fits of laughter.

“She, and I? Dating? I’m not sure if dating fits into my vocabulary, or even Poppy’s,” Michael struggles to say between giggles. I roll my eyes and punch him in the shoulder playfully, throwing him a look that hinted “shut the fuck up.” He throws his hands up in surrender. “I'm just saying the truth. Poppy Daniels doesn’t do ‘dating.’”

Calum cocks his head slightly. "Why? You're hot as fuck." After he realizes what he just said, his face goes bright red. I look at him with wide eyes, silently laughing at how easy it will be to get him under my spell.

Oh boy, this is going to be fun.

~

She's such a slut I can't even