Princess: First of all, asshole, I never beg. And second, do you really think you could fool me that easily?
“Hey Xander,” Savannah says, taking a seat beside me.
“Yeah, hey Savannah,” I say, keeping my eyes fixed on my phone.
I usually engage with her to get what I want, but not today. I have absolutely no interest in interacting with her.
I totally ignore her and focus on my phone. I don’t bother concealing the identity of the person I’m texting, as all she will see is the contact name - Princess. With a grin, I eagerly type out the next text.
Xander: Did you check under the nip?
I push my phone into my pocket and then act all cool, not even bothering to look at Poppy so Savannah doesn’t catch on I’m texting her. I casually glance around and then my eyes move to Poppy.
I can’t fight the smile tugging on my lips when I see her pulling her shirt out and peering down into it again. I almost burst into laughter but manage to quickly catch myself by biting my bottom lip.
“So,” Savannah says, her fingers tracing along my arm. “It seems like Jade and Ace have taken off somewhere together.”
“Yeah, so,” I say, reaching for my phone as soon as I hear it make a sound.
Princess: You’re here, watching me, aren’t you, asshole? You saw me do that right?
Xander: Yep but feel free to look again. It's hot watching you check out your tits.
I can't believe I'm hitting on Poppy, of all people.
I look up and see her reading my text, then she just puts the phone down without even responding. The fact that this affects me deeply is something I can’t quite comprehend.
Savannah’s fingers trace a path up my leg, inching closer to my dick. Back then, I would have jumped at her invitation, looking for some action. But this time, I smack her hand away and turn to face her directly.
“What the fuck do you want, Savannah?”
“Well, you don’t have to be so rude,” she says standing up, towering over me. “I’m just checking if—”
“No, not interested.”
A few people who are near turn their heads, their eyes fixated on the sudden commotion. The air is buzzing with hushed whispers and murmurs, like a soft melody. The crowd becomes a sea of craning necks, each person straining to catch a fleeting glimpse of the unfolding spectacle.
With her hands firmly planted on her hips, Savannah shoots me a piercing glare. Then, she lifts her gaze, scanning the surrounding crowd.
In this situation, there are two potential outcomes. She could opt to gracefully walk away without creating a scene, but given her nature, my intuition tells me that she will resort to her usual tactics. Just like she does with Poppy and her cruel comments, she'll do whatever it takes to come out on top.
“Well, you were interested three days ago.”
“Yeah, that was then. This is now, so fuck off and leave me alone.”
“Well, your dick never satisfied me anyway, Xander,”she says, walking away as if that’s the end of the conversation.
“Trust me, my dick could never get satisfied touching that fishy pussy of yours. You have to wonder why I never offered to go down on you.” I yell loud enough for all to hear.
Both Savannah and Jade are equally self-centered. I have no desire to go down on a chick. I only said that because I knew deep down that it would hit her where it hurt the most - her fragile ego.
I can hear the crowd laughing, and Savannah's look and teary eyes are meant to make me feel guilty. But all I can think about is karma. It’s karma for the years of abuse she throws at Poppy, constantly belittling her in front of everyone. She needs to feel the impact her words have had on Poppy over the years.Last night, it hit me that Poppy isn’t as strong as she pretends to be. I’m not sure if she’ll remember confiding in me about how she sees herself. And all of that is because of this self-centered chick and her fake friend Jade.
“Asshole,” she snaps, her voice dripping with venom, before storming off in a fury.
The moment I hear my phone sound, my eyes are drawn to it without a second thought.
Princess: So, how bad is the smell, like on a scale of 1 to 10?