Player X Poppy Novels & Stories

And now, it's my time to roll my eyes at her, knowing I'm about to hear another one of her sexual escapades. “Mav Tanner. Engineering Department. Soccer Team Captain and Striker. 6’2”. Totally ripped and totally sexy.” I should have known… Can't say I'm surprise that she knows Tanner. I mean they're both populars in the campus, so their paths will eventually cross, but I didn't know that even my best friend was not immune to his charms. “From what I’ve heard he is a player. And not just in soccer.” I warned her but then she smiled at me. Her devilish smile, that I knew she was about to do some thing really crazy.

Sebastian interrupted, popping a cheez-it into his mouth. "That is actually a cute name for this!" Elizabeth said. "Really? Playboy Rehab?" Patrick was laughing now. Isabella grabbed a pillow and threw it at Patrick. "Shut up!" She yelled. I was taken back at how similar she sounded to Garret. "Thank you, so anyway, publicity is the most important thing right now for him, we need to let America, even the world know that Sebastian is not what he used to be, and that he will be a shadow of Garret himself, and if they believe that, we will be making new partners, bringing in money, and gaining more supporters."

I needed to test her theory. "Winnie, let's go we're going all out tonight! I'm taking my mind of her." I said knocking on his door, he was out in seconds. "Woah! There's the man! Two drinking party in one day! Let's go..." We arrived at Players minutes before the twins. I already told them that we're going hunting. It was our bro code for not taking dates, and searching for new ones. "We should do this more often!" Percy was squinting from the burn on his throat, definitely enjoying Jack's new mix of poison alcohol. He slammed his shot glass with a big cheer, making all of us laughed then raised our glass and drink our shots.

I said. Grayson raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? It's quite obvious if you think about it." I thought about it, but couldn't think of anything. Grayson sighed. "Poppy is a flower. Your name is Poppy. So you're a flower. My flower." I smiled. "That's sweet. And a little mushy." That got Grayson to glare at me. "Mushy? Really?" "Yes," I said. "I think you're losing your bad boy reputation."

I suggested, sitting down with Poppy. 'Naaaaah, I'm fine now that you're here." "Oh? Why's that?" "Cuz now I have someone to talk to and mess around with!" Poppy responded, scooching closer to me. "Uh, how so?" I asked. Before I could ask anything else, Poppy stuck out her pointer fingers at me. "Sticks." Was all she said. "...Sticks?" "Yeah, Sticks! Like the game." "There's a game called Sticks?"

I said, looking over at her and smiling. “Thank you girl,” she said as she sniffed. “I....really...,” she hesitated. “I know,” I interrupted her. “I got you.” Poppie smiled a weak smile. She was almost 100% but not quite there yet. I wanted her to be at her best because I knew she would do well. “Thanks,” “You hungry?” I asked. “Yeah,” she responded questionably. “You wanna smoke?” I asked, passing her the blunt I had rolled on the table. “It might help with your appetite.”