My Fake Boyfriend PREQUEL TO SUCK MY LOLLIPOP

Chapter 2

*Poppy's POV*

Chas raced her way upstairs to find Chase, and I wondered what she could have possibly wanted to see him about. I swayed lightly to the music, unsure of what was happening in my drunken state, until Robbie came up and tapped me lightly on the shoulder. “Poppy, have you heard?” he asked.

            “Robbie! I’m a girl! I do not have one of those!” I cried in outrage, at what I thought he had said.

            “What? No, Poppy, I said have you heard, about Chase and Chas,” he tried again.

            “What about Chrissy? She got that new boob job but everyone found that out weeks ago,” I replied, as I still did not fully understand what he had asked.

            “Oh my God Poppy, can’t you hear?” he sighed, exasperated. “Chastity and Chase, they’re together!” he shouted, so loudly, I could never have mistaken it for anything. The remaining alcohol in my system drained out of me and my light, carefree expression turned into a scowl.

            “That little bitch!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. “How long has this been going on?” I demanded. Robbie didn’t answer, shocked by my sudden fury. “How long Robbie!” I yelled in his face.

            “Ah, uh, a week or so?” he responded, timidly. I shrieked in annoyance, Robbie probably just thought I was mad that she hadn’t told me. I was furious, though, not because she hadn’t told me, no I could have handled that, or even if it had been anyone else, anyone but Chase. Sure, she didn’t know that I liked him, and I definitely hid my feelings pretty well, but I couldn’t help but be jealous that Chastity had gotten him first. “Poppy, are you okay?” Robbie asked, obviously scared by my rage.

            “Where is she?” I growled.

            “Uhh, I’m not sure, probably with Chase in his room,” he stumbled. My eyes narrowed, luckily I knew they weren’t doing anything, Chas was as pure as a frickin’ flower, she wasn’t about to give that up to anyone, not even Chase. I left Robbie standing there, and raced up the steps. Nate was sitting on the floor outside of Chase’s room, where I assumed he and Chas were.

            “Hey,” Nate said as he stood up to meet me. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

            “Nate, I know you don’t care,” I managed to get out. “We’ve been doing this long enough to know we don’t need to start like that anymore.”

            “I just thought we might want to change it up a bit,” he said, an amused expression rising onto his face, the same one that came up every time we did this.

            “Then change it,” I said and gestured to him, “you start this time.” He grabbed my wrist, pulled me into the guest bedroom and trailed kisses down my neck. I soon got tired of his teasing, however, and took his face up in my hands. “Too slow,” I breathed, before I pulled his lips to mine. We kissed hungrily and fell back onto the bed. His hand trailed up my thigh and fiddled with the hem of my skirt. I broke away from his kisses to take a breath and he went back to my neck.

            You know,” he breathed, “one of these days, I’m going to stop letting you get away with this.”

            “But we both know,” I said as I pulled his shirt over his head, “that day isn’t today.” I pulled his face back to mine and trailed my hands across his flat stomach. We kissed a little while longer before I realized that we couldn’t stay here forever. “Nate,” I mumbled, overwhelmed by his kisses. “Nate, we have to go,” he pulled away and nodded.