𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲

𝟏𝟕-𝐒𝐢𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐔𝐬

𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓷

Sure enough after Poppy broke the news to Sarah that she was out, pictures of her surfaced everywhere. 

One day that bitch is going to get everything she deserves, ten fold. 

I mean really, how many times can you post someone else's nude body without getting more than a slap on the wrist or community service?

Also I never understood her fascination with exposing peoples bodies. It's sick and I can't think of a reason to expose someone to that degree. 

Especially since you are literally exposing them. 

"I can't go to my classes today, I just can't!" Poppy says flopping back down on her bed. 

I sigh as I lace up my doc Martens. 

Usually I wear heels but clearly I will have to drag her to each of her classes by her hair. 

It is even now, I had Sadie come in and even it out. She even gave her layers. 

"You can't let her win sweetie." I tell her honestly. 

Sarah clearly didn't get the attention she wanted as a kid growing up. 

She nods, "I know but its hard not to."

"I get it, trust me I do." Literally, "but you can't let her get what she wants. She hates me more because I didn't let her ruin me, and babe she won't ruin you."

"Thanks Quinn." Poppy says and we head to class. 

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At lunch I try to pick through the tuna casserole when I hear a bunch of hushed whispers.

 Do people have nothing better to do than to talk about than Poppy?

Seriously get a life. 

Looking up I see her walking through the doors to the dining hall. She has her head down, staring at her black converse. 

"I feel so bad for her." Della says looking behind her. 

"I always knew she was a natural red head, now everyone knows too." Yvette, a girl in our P.E. class says from a table across mine. 

She said it loud enough for Poppy to hear. 

Bitch. 

"Says the natural brunette, sweetie your roots are showing. And you know the whole fried look isn't cute right?" I ask and Yvette's cheeks heat, her hand running through her overly bleached hair.

Poppy gives me a grateful smile and before she can walk off I grab her wrist, "Sit with us." I tell her and her brows pinch together. 

"Are you sure?" She asks and Della nods, "Yes, you can sit beside me." She says patting the empty seat beside her. 

Poppy sits beside her and Della begins a conversation with her. 

"Was that an act of kindness from you Angel?" Jordan asks against my ear. 

I roll my eyes, "I know how she feels." I say honestly. 

"I know." Is all he says. 

☆ ☆ ☆

Later when I am working on homework, Poppy comes back to our dorm. 

She removes her shoes before sitting on her bed. 

"Hey thank you for what you did today." She tells me making me look up from my text book. 

I shake my head, "You don't have to thank me."

"No-no I do. You could've just made me suffer but you didn't."

"Do you really think I am that bad?" I ask and she shrugs, "I thought you hated me."

"I didn't hate you, I just wanted my own room. You happened to be my roommate."

She nods, "But if it was Della it would have been different."

Well duh. 

"Yeah but that's because Della is well Della."

I could never hurt her, she's my best friend. 

My phone buzzes and speak of the devil. 

Della💋: Tmrw we are doing item #4

Casper: which one is that?

Della💋: We are skipping school loser. And I have a plan.

Satan: I'm in

Me: when are we meeting?

Della💋: at the quad before classes. when everyone heads to class we sneak out of the back gate

Satan: remember to stay away from any brownies Taylor I don't need to carry you up to your room again. 

So that's how I got back up to my dorm that night. 

Oh god was he the one to remove my clothes? Makes sense since I was wearing his shirt.

I mean it wouldn't be the first time he's seen me naked. 

Me: Campbell you don't need to do anything. 

"When do you think it will blow over?" Poppy asks and I look up from my phone. 

"It will never fully blow over but if you don't let them get to you eventually the whispers will stop. They want a reaction from you, don't give them one." I  tell her before responding to another text Jordan sent. 

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The next morning I get ready for a day out with Della, Casper, and Jordan. 

I put on a black skirt that ends mid thigh and has a small slit, a white long sleeve crop top and my doc Martens. 

I even straightened my hair before heading back to the dorm to get my things. 

Instead of grabbing my backpack I grab my purse and phone. 

Poppy has already left for her first class.

I had to talk to her again this morning because she was so nervous about everyones opinions. 

Freshman me cared a lot about peoples opinions but now I don't give a fuck. 

They can think whatever they want, I don't like any of them anyway. 

The only opinions I care about are from the people in my life I love. 

My phone buzzes and I assume it's Della but when I read the caller ID I wish I hadn't looked. 

"Hello mom." I say answering the call. 

"Quinn, is that you?"

I sigh, "Yes mom, who else would be answering my phone calling you mom?"

"Well good, I just need to confirm your plans with Melanie."

"Who's Melanie?" I ask confused. 

"Dale's fiancé who you will be meeting soon. You know since you are maid of honor I figured you should meet her before Dale gets here as well."

His names triggers something deep inside me. 

"Yeah ok I have to go." I say before hanging up. 

I can't have this conversation right now, not when I am supposed to be spending the day with my friends. 

She can wait until tomorrow.