╰┈➤ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵

𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋.

It's technically not avoiding if she never really spoke to him much to begin with.

Everyone did things they regretted. Not taking chances, not spending more time with the people they loved, opening up to the wrong people, making out with their enemy, hurtful things they say.

It was just apart of human nature.

And technically, she didn't mean to do what she did, in fact it wasn't her fault it even happened.

The man practically jumped her, and what were you supposed to do when someone kisses you? Not kiss them back. Don't be daft.

And even though she wasn't avoiding Miguel, Poppy had immediately realized something had changed with Isla.

Because she's Poppy, so of course she did.

So here they sat in Isla's apartment, Poppy and Hobie on the couch, the French girl snug into her boyfriend's side, his arm wrapped around her. The two stared at the woman in front of them as rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet.

Honestly, she never thought she'd see the day she'd have an intervention held for her but here she was.

If you could even call this an intervention. They hadn't even spoken to her, they just stared at her for five minutes, observing her, as if the more they looked at her, the closer they would be to figuring out what was wrong.

Isla sighed, "Guys let's wrap this up. I need to feed venom." "I could always just eat Poppy." "No you can't eat Poppy."

"S'cuse me, what?" Hobie interjected confused, "But she's right there." "You can't eat Poppy." "Don't eat her, I kinda like her." "I could eat him too." "Nah his spikes would probably stab your throat." Poppy suddenly jumped away from Hobie, a dramatic gasp escaping her throat.

"There's a patch on the side of your throat darker than the rest of it." Poppy moved Hobie's arm from around her, standing up from the couch. She took a step closer to the curly haired woman, Isla slowly backing up as she did. "Viens ici." Poppy waved her over, "There's only so much room for you to back up."

She was right and in the end, she knew she was never going to be able to defy Poppy Parker. No one ever did. She always got what she wanted. Reluctantly, she approached her, crouching down for her to get a better look.

"It's concealer." Poppy turned to Hobie, a Cheshire Cat grin painted her face. "Like what you use to hide you hickies?" He asked, Poppy nodded, "You know what that means." Poppy turned to face Isla who was now making her way to the kitchen. "You fucked Miguel."

"Poppy!" Isla closed the takeout menu she had previously picked up. "I did not... have intercourse with Miguel." "You can swear Isla we're both 19." Hobie interjected from the couch. "I'm 18." Poppy shot him a confused look, "I knew that."

Poppy rolled her eyes. Walking back over to Hobie "Then who did who did you fuck?" "Why are you talking to me about sex? This is strange conversation, you are a child." "You realize we ha-" Poppy briskly covered his mouth. "Must you be so casual about everything." She spat under her breath.

"I didn't fornicate with anyone okay, and this is very weird conversation to be having with someone ten years younger than me." Isla replied, her eyes not once tearing away from the takeout menu. "Do you guys want Chinese or Thai?" "Thai and I'll call Gwen, we haven't had dinner and she's sleeping in Hobie's flat. Again." Poppy muttered that last part.

"Then how did the hickies get there?" Hobie asked pulling a slightly agitated Poppy into his lap. "So if you didn't fuck Miguel, you made out with him." Poppy interrogated. She did not know when to quit, did she?

A thick blanket of silence fell over the apartment, Isla staring ahead into the void of her apartment. "Yes, fine alright. I made out with Miguel but it wasn't my fault and it'll never happen again." Poppy squealed bouncing where she sat. Hobie held her hips down, "Don't do that." He mumbled.

"I knew you didn't hate him." She clapped her hands together. "I do." "Is that what you were trying to convince yourself while his tongue was shoved down your throat?" Poppy tilted her head sinisterly.

Isla glared at her, God she wanted to snap that sneaky smile off her face. "It was long and unpleasant." Venom chimed in, "I'm not repeating what you said to them by the way. And no it was not." "So you agree you found it pleasant?" "No I just meant it wasn't long."

Poppy smiled, "Back in Paris, I worked at a bakery cafe and we sold a whole section of book dedicated to the enemies to lovers trope. This sounds like a chapter right out of one of them." "You read romance novels?" Hobie questioned, placing his head on his shoulders, his arms still holding her hips down. "Well, not anymore." Poppy muttered.

"Guys, let's change the subject. I regret kissing him, it wasn't my fault, and it's never happening again." "How was it not your fault? Did he kiss you first?" Poppy began to bounce again, Hobie sighed. "I knew he liked you!" Poppy let out a love sick sigh, her eyes dreamy "I can see it now. Enemies to lovers, the setting is a work place, 200k words-" "Let's not do this Poppy."

"Well you can't just ignore him Isla."

"Watch me."

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀?!"

Love yelled, shooting him a confused look. "No." "Don't lie to me old man." "Maybe." "Tell the truth and shame the devil. " "Fine, I kissed Isla." Love bounced on his couch, clapping her hands. "I knew you liked her." "I don't, it was a mistake, heat of the moment. We don't need distractions like this jeopardizing the mission." "Which one?" "Fixing the mess your boyfriend made." Love rolled her eyes. "Not my boyfriend."

"I've been trying to find her so we can agree to never speak of this again, but it's like she's been avoiding me." "I mean she probably is. If you like her just tell her." "She hates me." "You don't kiss people you hate." Miguel shook his head, walking to the kitchen. I mean he told her he'd like to shut her up and she said go right ahead.

How else was he supposed to do it?

"I'm not having this conversation with a child now put on Boys over Flowers and drop this conversation." Love huffed, reaching across the couch for the remote.

"You want Chinese or Thai?"

LOVE SPEAKS!

Did I rob you guys of a kiss scene? Maybe. Will I make it up to you?

Maybe.

If you don't read Heartbeat you aren't going to understand why Miguel asked Love to turn on Boys Over Flowers or why she's in his apartment in the first place

Viens ici = Come here

Feel free to correct me I don't speak French.

I did a double update so you guys would forgive me for not writing the kiss scene. I was going to do a flashback in this chapter but it didn't fit.

Not proofread. Vote and comment please  and thank you for 17k reads!