𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕕-𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕 (JJ)

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I woke up the next morning early to go to Chapel Hill. I wanted to get off the island as fast as I possibly could, but we had to think about the repercussions of everything following John B.'s manhunt.

I knew Kie, Pope, and JJ were sad but I couldn't bring myself to believe they were dead. There was always a slim chance they could've survived, and I was holding on tightly to that hope.

I figured before I left I'd visit Kie, and I told JJ that I'd be back in an hour. "I'll check up on Pope while you do that," He said, and I nodded. That was a good idea; to divide and conquer.

We also had to figure out how to get the van back, it was probably impounded right now, but I would worry about that later. Regardless of whether or not John B. and Sarah were dead, they were still forced off the island in a fit of rage from Kildare's idiotic residents.

They were still driven into a storm and made to fend for themselves.

That bastard Shoupe knew it was wrong too, he realized when Ward was called out by John B. that he was a guilty man and our friends were innocent. I wondered what had happened to them, but I would do some snooping later.

Rafe wasn't under any scrutiny unless his dad grassed him up, which I didn't think was plausible. It made no sense, but Ward was also a very selfish man, so it was possible he'd give up Rafe to save his own skin.

I couldn't help but constantly pity Rafe's situation. He made horrible choices, he was oftentimes a slimy and disgusting human being, but I couldn't help but read the facts that he was neglected and mentally unstable.

Something inside of him made him the way he was, and he was a product of how his family life was. Ward always favored Sarah, it was obvious, and it effected Rafe.

I wanted to hate the guy, but I couldn't. Something tells me that if I was just a little different, of drugs got in my way too, I could've ended up just like him.

I could've been an angry person, could've really fucked shit up if I wanted to, but I kept a level head. I never did hard drugs, just smoked weed from time to time. Nothing that would really make me go insane.

I knew there was a very little chance that anyone would see this my way, so I decided to just give it up for now. I wouldn't bring it up to JJ, because as much as he could relate he simply would chose not to understand.

It was understandable though, he was a protective person and he protected me. Not that I needed protection, but he was like that sometimes.

I was my own person and I very efficiently took care of myself every day before meeting JJ, but it felt nice to have someone so passionately care about you.

When I got to Kie's house, I knocked on the door a few times.

No response.

I texted her and she didn't answer either.

I knocked a few more times in case I wasn't loud enough. I heard some walking behind the door and waited, realizing someone was home after all.

A very disgruntled looking Mrs. Carrera was behind the door in the house. "Hi Mrs. C, is Kiara home?" I asked, and she sighed.

"No," She said.

"Oh, uh, do you know where she is?"

"She's busy," She snapped.

"Uh, is she busy or gone?" I asked, not liking the lack of a straight answer I was getting.

"She won't be hanging out with you people anymore," She said sternly. I furrowed my brows at this, really not liking where this was going.

"Us people?"

"You Pogues! You're bad influences, okay? You can't even deny that," She said.

"What? We're her friends! You can't keep her from her friends," I said, trying not to get mad. I wouldn't blow up, but I was getting a little pissed.

"You guys dragged her into this mess. She's a perfectly respectable girl, and to be honest, you should try it sometime. You're always hanging out with those guys and it shows," Kie's mom hissed venomously.

I didn't say anything anymore. I wasn't going to fight a battle I was destined to lose.

I was sick of people writing me off and not thinking I was nothing more than trash. It fucked with my mind, and to be honest this woman standing in front of me was a pinch faced bitch who had no right making me feel like this.

I turned around on my heel and left before I could say anything I would regret. I knew I could possibly blow a gasket and I was not about to do that in the Carrera's front lawn.

I left and headed back to the Chateau as soon as I could. I wondered if JJ had any luck with Pope, but then again Popes parents weren't stuck up assholes like Kie's.

I got back soon enough and flipped onto the couch after realizing that he wasn't back yet. It was weird to think that this was like... our home now.

Our home.

Would JJ consider it that? Our home? We were dating, sure, but did he see this going far?

I didn't want to think about old people shit like marriage or whatever, of course, but... I don't know... was it crazy to think of a future?

Maybe we would get married, who knows?

Regardless, I was literally seventeen, so that wouldn't be happening anytime soon.

I needed emancipation first and then I could finally get my shit in order.

Then?

I would make it my own personal mission to find John B. and Sarah.

They were not dead.

I could feel it in my bones.

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Hey!!! So this story will be continued as of right now, but will be stopped when my idea stops. Then, when season 2 rolls around, I can align my ideas with it, and we'll all be golden? K? Cool. :)