And here's Freddie... Please read and review :)
And then there's Freddie.
He'd started off being her ticket out of here, after every other method had failed. But then he'd become someone real, someone funny and dependable, the kind of guy she'd never had before.
All the rest of the guys she'd dated were jerks and expected her to sleep with him. They expected things from her that she didn't want to offer and spent their lives bragging to their friends about what they had done with this girl and that girl, not caring about the girl herself.
Well, not Freddie. She was done with them. Freddie was sweet.
And she liked it - and she liked him. He was nice and adorable and so bloody English.
This would be so much easier if he had acne or awful hair or terrible teeth. Instead he was almost too perfect, the kind of dream guy where if she blinked she knew she would wake up.
Girls like her didn't get to keep boys like Freddie. She was too screwed up for it.
Poppy didn't know if she wanted to leave anymore, never mind use him to get there. She couldn't break his heart and she didn't want to, not like she'd first planned.
She didn't want to leave him - any of them - behind.
Going home suddenly seemed like a bad idea.
And how she was going to get there seemed even worse.
