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Here's chapter 20!
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Poppy's P.O.V.
I placed my headphones on my ear and played Adam Lambert 'Whataya want from me?'
I grabbed my water bottle, my keys a bottle of water which was massive and phone, shut the door and ran out of the house. As I jogged I thought of what to get my Secret Santa. A football shirt? Wait. I didn't know what team he supported! A personalized mug? But what if he didn’t like it? Nintendo? What if he had one?
Ugh! I give up!
While praying for someone to swap with me, I crashed into someone.
"Ahh!,” he whimpered as he hopped.
"I'm so so-. . . Conor!" I shrieked. "What are you doing here?"
"Running! What are you doing here," He shouted as he tried to tame his cries.
"Why are you limping," I asked confused.
"Cos your bottle hit my little man," He hissed as he hopped around.
"You kay?" He could be the answers to my prayers. I sat him down on a bench and offered him water. He thankfully took it and drank from it.
"So? Who is your Secret Santa," I asked as he choked on the water.
"Erm, it's a secret. It's in the name!" He rolled his eyes.
"Fine! Don't tell me!" I crossed my arms and pretended to sulk.
He smirked. "You know, you're kinda cute when you're annoyed."
I hid my face to hide the crimson that crept up onto my checks. Luckily he didn't notice . . . I think.
Then I noticed the Manchester United shirt that he was wearing. "You like Man U?" I questioned him. At first he was confused until I pointed towards his chest.
"Oh? You wanna see?" He smirked as he revealed his 6 pack. “You like?"
"Do you like Man U?”
"Like?" He shouted at me. "No! I love Man U!"
"Really? Cos I thought you supported Chelsea." I smirked. He looked at me with shock. "What?"
"You're like the first girl I've known who actually knows a football club!" He shrieked. "Or . . . what if you researched about them just to try and impress me?" He nudged me in the belly. I slapped his arm playfully.
"Let me guess, in the past you've dated Blondie's?"
"No! For your information, I've dated blondes, red heads and brunettes! Besides, don’t stereotype blondes!”
I raised my hands up in defence. “I’m just stereotyping the blondes that went out with you.”
After making sure he was alright we actually started to have a conversation where I didn't want to rip his guts out and I found out that we had lots in common. Well . . . more guy things in common because I was a tomboy. It felt nice, talking to someone who didn't know my past; a bit too nice. I found out more about his family and how he had one older brother, he lived with his aunt and uncle and that he was born in Oakwell Stadium which was in South Yorkshire. Then I told him how Louis Tomlinson came from South Yorkshire and then had this big row over who should've won X-factor. He thought Cher Lloyd should've won. I thought One Direction should've won. I found out many things about him like how he wanted to play for Man U and he found out more about me. I went over the limit of how much I would say to someone like Conor since I wasn’t the type to blurt bits of me out. But I felt like I could tell Conor for some reason. After talking for about an hour we both looked at the time and decided to carry on jogging. He stood up first and offered me his as I sat there being comfortable in my position. I shook my head and crossed my arms. He let a sexy chuckle escape from his lips. They looked so soft.
Wait!! No they don't!
"Yes they do!" Vicky's vice rang in my head.
"Sigh, so you won't move." I shook my head again.
"Guess I have to carry you?!" He smirked. Before I could argue he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
"Conor! I Poppy Hayley, daughter of the millionaire Steven Hayley demand you to place me on the Earth before I rip off your balls!" I screamed as I tried to punch his back hard terribly. I wasn't very good at punching from this angle OK?!
"Are you sure you don't want to go a bit deeper?" I could sense the smirk as he said that. A crimson coloured blush crept up onto my checks. I gave up and he finally dropped me.
"Ya know, you're not as heavy as you seem,” he panted.
I screamed, "What!"
"Jokes man, nah you're lighter than you look." He smiled at me. I could feel my checks burning. "Are you blushing?" He smirked. I tried to hide my face. "Don't worry; you're cute when you blush." For a second and just for a second I wanted to kiss him. I leaned in and screamed "Race ya to my house!" I sprinted towards my house. I looked at the shocked expression on his face. It took him a while to take everything in and I heard him shout "Not fair! You had an early lead!"
"Well too bad!" I ran until I reached the main road. I was drinking out of the bottle when I turned to see Conor huffing and puffing behind me. "Water . . . water!" I handed him the bottle to see him drink the entire thing.
"Whoa, slow down!" After the green man showed I started running again. After 5 more minutes of running we finally reached my house. As Conor went through my fridge my phone beeped.
Hey thought of present for Secret Santa? If it's me I want that new telescope! Gabe sent me a text.
I bit my lip until the perfect present came into my mind. I thought of a perfect present for my Secret Santa.
Know the perfect present and it's not for you! :P I text him back.
Then who is it?
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