Smiling Psychopaths Poppy Playtime Novels & Stories

My friends were always there for me, it was only those envious kids who carried it upon themselves that I was a psychopath. Despite being matured, some of them are already parents, but childishness wouldn't consider that they were already matured. They were still putting their noses into my life, going around with all sorts of news about the IRP Alpha. Scarlett is noticeably as troublesome as them; matured, but behaves like kids. After I began distancing myself from the females of my school's who were fond of gathering their future Alpha like bird-brained flies, that was when I was given the name, 'A psychopath.'

Trevor said. “Oh, you remember my name, that’s wonderful,” I joked. “Hey, Pops,” Dustin hugged Poppy and then ignored me. “Hi,” I said, but he intentionally ignored me. “Okay, it’s my birthday, can’t you just be nice for one day?” I rolled my eyes. “No, not when you ruined my best friends’ life,” he said. “Oh, come on. Ruined is a strong word,” Poppy said. “No, it’s not. They haven’t been able to shift since the rejection. Now they are just regular, boring humans,” he said.

“Mr. Robin must be so excited that he won't let you leave the room for several hours. I will give you a massage.” Poppy jumped into bed right away. She appears to be in a daze, as if she has just committed a heinous crime. However, as she felt Donna's massage, she became relaxed and sleepy. “Previously, I felt like I was becoming someone else. Despite my fear of Mr. Robin, something is compelling me to do bad things.”

At first, I think she’s laughing, but then I really look at her. Her smile is wrong; it’s too forced, not quite reaching her eyes. It’s the kind of smile people wear when they’re one inconvenience away from a complete breakdown. Cold fear twists in my chest because Poppy’s version of a breakdown isn’t likely to be tears and screaming. It could be dangerous, especially with all these people around. “Poppy?” She doesn’t answer. Her eyes dart far too quickly between me, Jake, the twins, Callen, and Ryder. As if she’s struggling to keep up with the conversation. Or maybe the situation.

Stocky Balding Man looks up. “No. I’m exactly where I want to be.” He sticks out one of his sweaty hands, which are two times the size of mine. He gives me this half-cocked smile, seeming to think he’s the most important person in the world. “I’m Alvin Peters. Call me Mac Daddy.” I shake his hand. “Miss Ophelia Lane, I saw your performance tonight, and I must say, that little stunt you pulled up there?” He points in the direction we just came from. “That was something.”

But I kept my composure, letting him finish. He quickly added, his tone turning patronizing, "You see, not everything Poppy says can be taken at face value. She’s been on medication for years, ever since she was a child, until she turned twelve. The medicine affected her mind, so you can’t believe everything she tells you, Faith. She might not always have a clear grasp on reality."

I agreed. “My kinda girl,” I said. She looked at me, surprised that I agreed. “I knew I liked you,” she smiled and I wrapped my arms around her as she leaned in for a hug. She wrapped her arms around me and I held her for a moment just taking in the moment. “How can we do that?” Poppie said sitting up and wiping away tears that had fallen down her cheeks. “Well, I found out that in order to hurt sadistic rich people, you have to know how to hurt them,”

Without a second thought, I raised my hand and slapped him sharply on the back, perhaps a tad harder than intended. Realizing our audience of hooting players, I quickly patted his shoulder with a tight smile. "He can be such a jokester, this one." Lucinda slid up beside me, looping her arm through mine as she smiled. "Come on, let's give the boys some space before the Soirée." I allowed her to tug me away under the shade of a nearby tent. As we settled onto the plush floor cushions, a hush fell over the crowd. Up on the small stage, Mr. Garrison had taken the mic, commanding everyone's attention.

After that, Kelly stood up and before she could leave this room, she stared deeply at me which I replied with a wide smile still. Axis went back to what he was doing while I kept my eyes in him, smiling too wide. "What are you smiling at?" he suddenly asked as his brows almost turned one line. "Why? Is it forbidden to smile?" I asked back, still I couldn't erase the curve in my lips. I'm in a good mood stupid idiot, don't ask why. Axis, with crumpled forehead, shook a little. I don't know how long I stayed there but when I paid attention to my phone, it was already lunch time. I stood up and was about to come out when Axis spoke.

She said that someone wants to talk to him and tell my name. "You may come in..." She smiled so am I. I breathed in and knock three times. Calm down, calm down... "Come in..." I heard his voice. I open the door with my trembling hands. As I come in, he welcome me with his friendly smile. Smile that fool me. "How are you, Milda?" Drop the act! I didn't answer and just look at him. His smile slowly vanished. I walk towards him and put the letter on his table.