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"Thanks for the ride, Riv. You're the best." Poppy smiled towards the jock, River she had gotten to give her a ride home from her cheerleading team's practice since her driver's kid got really sick or something and she did have a heart when it came to the Rothschild's staff especially seeing that the man, Benny had been with the family before Poppy was even born. What was she going to do? Fire him? Of course not just as long as he could drive her around tonight. "No problem, darlin'. So, you goin' to Ace's?" She felt his hand creep onto her leg, but she loved to mess with people so she acted as if she didn't even notice. "Of course. Where else would I be going?" The Southern man chuckled and shook his head. "Fair enough and what are you doin' after?" She shrugged. "Depends on how the night goes and you?" She could feel his hand tighten on her bare thigh right above her leather black shorts with a smirk creeping on her face. "I was thinkin' what about you and me," Before he finished he was leaning into Poppy trying to get a kiss but Poppy did have some standards, she wasn't about to start something in a car right outside her house where the cameras could easily see the pair. She pulled her face away as she reached for her bag from the back seat of the 2018 Range Rover. "Nice try, Riv and I'll let you know. But, I really do need to start getting ready. See you there." She winked towards him while opening the door not even paying any mind to jock chuckling as he looked up at his sunroof.
He was a sweet guy, really he was. But that was the problem, he was too sweet for Poppy's liking. On top of that, he didn't check any of the boxes she had for her criteria. He was a sophomore, kind of, but not really upper middle class (she only took upper class, thank you very much), he was too sweet, and the biggest problem, he was a jock. They just weren't her type, she liked them... bad. A challenge. An animal, which was a type she'd take to her grave. The last two guys she had been with were animals, including 'the King' himself, Caspian Siyansky. A conquest she isn't proud to say was still going on but, hey what are you gonna do? He was the complete opposite of her and it was sexy as hell to her. The gates opened for the girl no doubt meaning their security saw the scene that had just unraveled. Not that she really cared. Nothing happened. She smiled towards the camera before walking in with her silver booties clacking against the cobblestone leading to her front doors. She pushed the doors open putting her cheerleading bag and backpack on the wooden table set right by the door just so Poppy would stop throwing it on the floor because she was too lazy to put it in her room with her. She didn't see her parents' cars out front so she could assume that they were still on the week long date 'night' trip to somewhere in Europe. Poppy didn't really listen when they said where they were going.
She made her way from the foyer, up the stairs, and to her room which was the second largest since she kicked a screamed to make her parents let her have the eldest Rothschild's girl room seeing that she moved out and had a family of her own. She had no need to have a huge room in their house if anything she deserved the maid's quarters bedroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she ran her hand through her wet, ruby locks after she had taken a shower right after practice so she could save time. She didn't even waste any time, she tossed off her clothes and changed into her outfit for the night to see how great she looked it. She looked at herself in one of the full-length mirrors in her walk-in closet with a smirk as she turned to the side to see how her pants hugged her waist. "Perfect." She grabbed her phone and took a few pictures. "As always." She grabbed her robe to put on over her outfit so when she did her hair and makeup it wouldn't get dirty or wet because this outfit was perfection and she was not taking it off until later this night if it went as planned.
She sat at her vanity in her room and sent a text to one of her 'in case of emergency' numbers which was a maid, Yvonne that worked for the family for around a year but pretty much worked as Poppy's stylist since that what she wanted to do in her career anyway. Within minutes, the young Russian girl who was only twenty-two was in her room looking at her outfit to get an idea of what to do with her hair and makeup. Poppy could do it herself, she was good at it but if you have someone to do. Let them do their job. As the blonde got started on her hair Poppy was on her phone, looking at the messages she missed with at practice and taking several photos of herself. The pair were in silence other than the pop music playing through her speakers throughout her room to fill the awkwardness. It wasn't until she was done with her hair which was completely straight with a middle part and almost done with her makeup, only needing to put on her lipstick and fake lashes. Yvonne cleared her throat. "Where are you going tonight?" Yvonne always seemed afraid of Poppy and with reason, sure but she liked Yvonne. She wasn't going to bite her. "A party all my friends are going to since grades were turned in today or something, I don't know. I'm just always looking for an excuse to look cute."
"You always look cute though." Ah ha. There it was. Poppy shrugged before chuckling."Okay as much as I love you for saying that. I can tell when someone's looking for a favor. So, what do you want?" Yvonne chuckled in embarrassment and tried to ask like Poppy was wrong. "I do it to my mom. Just say it. What is it you want?" She whipped her head up towards the blonde with a raised eyebrow when she was reaching for the lash glue. "A night off for a date." She scoffed. "Someone got a match on Tinder but fine, whatever. I don't care. Now was that so hard?" She laughed a bit before opening her messages to send one to the king, himself. Mostly to tell him her intentions but also hoping he was with that friend of his so, she could hopefully piss Rhiannon off from afar. And another to Leah.
He was a sweet guy, really he was. But that was the problem, he was too sweet for Poppy's liking. On top of that, he didn't check any of the boxes she had for her criteria. He was a sophomore, kind of, but not really upper middle class (she only took upper class, thank you very much), he was too sweet, and the biggest problem, he was a jock. They just weren't her type, she liked them... bad. A challenge. An animal, which was a type she'd take to her grave. The last two guys she had been with were animals, including 'the King' himself, Caspian Siyansky. A conquest she isn't proud to say was still going on but, hey what are you gonna do? He was the complete opposite of her and it was sexy as hell to her. The gates opened for the girl no doubt meaning their security saw the scene that had just unraveled. Not that she really cared. Nothing happened. She smiled towards the camera before walking in with her silver booties clacking against the cobblestone leading to her front doors. She pushed the doors open putting her cheerleading bag and backpack on the wooden table set right by the door just so Poppy would stop throwing it on the floor because she was too lazy to put it in her room with her. She didn't see her parents' cars out front so she could assume that they were still on the week long date 'night' trip to somewhere in Europe. Poppy didn't really listen when they said where they were going.
She made her way from the foyer, up the stairs, and to her room which was the second largest since she kicked a screamed to make her parents let her have the eldest Rothschild's girl room seeing that she moved out and had a family of her own. She had no need to have a huge room in their house if anything she deserved the maid's quarters bedroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she ran her hand through her wet, ruby locks after she had taken a shower right after practice so she could save time. She didn't even waste any time, she tossed off her clothes and changed into her outfit for the night to see how great she looked it. She looked at herself in one of the full-length mirrors in her walk-in closet with a smirk as she turned to the side to see how her pants hugged her waist. "Perfect." She grabbed her phone and took a few pictures. "As always." She grabbed her robe to put on over her outfit so when she did her hair and makeup it wouldn't get dirty or wet because this outfit was perfection and she was not taking it off until later this night if it went as planned.
She sat at her vanity in her room and sent a text to one of her 'in case of emergency' numbers which was a maid, Yvonne that worked for the family for around a year but pretty much worked as Poppy's stylist since that what she wanted to do in her career anyway. Within minutes, the young Russian girl who was only twenty-two was in her room looking at her outfit to get an idea of what to do with her hair and makeup. Poppy could do it herself, she was good at it but if you have someone to do. Let them do their job. As the blonde got started on her hair Poppy was on her phone, looking at the messages she missed with at practice and taking several photos of herself. The pair were in silence other than the pop music playing through her speakers throughout her room to fill the awkwardness. It wasn't until she was done with her hair which was completely straight with a middle part and almost done with her makeup, only needing to put on her lipstick and fake lashes. Yvonne cleared her throat. "Where are you going tonight?" Yvonne always seemed afraid of Poppy and with reason, sure but she liked Yvonne. She wasn't going to bite her. "A party all my friends are going to since grades were turned in today or something, I don't know. I'm just always looking for an excuse to look cute."
"You always look cute though." Ah ha. There it was. Poppy shrugged before chuckling."Okay as much as I love you for saying that. I can tell when someone's looking for a favor. So, what do you want?" Yvonne chuckled in embarrassment and tried to ask like Poppy was wrong. "I do it to my mom. Just say it. What is it you want?" She whipped her head up towards the blonde with a raised eyebrow when she was reaching for the lash glue. "A night off for a date." She scoffed. "Someone got a match on Tinder but fine, whatever. I don't care. Now was that so hard?" She laughed a bit before opening her messages to send one to the king, himself. Mostly to tell him her intentions but also hoping he was with that friend of his so, she could hopefully piss Rhiannon off from afar. And another to Leah.
To: Casper
I hope you know you'll be mine by the end of the night
To: Leah
hey love! I should be otw in like 15-20 :)
I hope you know you'll be mine by the end of the night
To: Leah
hey love! I should be otw in like 15-20 :)