book 1 of 3
ever since bianca 'b' prescott was born, she was told that she was the fairest of them all. and like any, the island's very own kook princess had a reputation- she was stubborn and shallow and most of all, she was a spoiled bitch. but ev...
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"Now- what did we learn yesterday?" Sarah reprimanded when Bianca entered the girl's joint ensuite bathroom.
"Not drink tequila with sombrero hats on top," Bianca mumbled back, wringing her hands together and hoping her boyfriend wasn't around.
"Good," Sarah hummed before turning to Wheezie who was standing at the sink with a toothbrush in her mouth, "Wheezie, that goes for you too," The younger girl stood beside her with foamy white toothpaste dripping down the sides of her mouth.
"But listen, that's not what I wanted to talk to you about," Bianca quickly interjected, sending a weary glance over to the younger Cameron.
Sarah took the hint, shooting her little sister a glare, "Beat it, Sneezie."
"Whatever," Wheezie rolled her eyes before leaving the bathroom with her toothbrush still hanging from her lips.
Once the girl had left, Bianca turned to her best friend with narrowed eyes, "Scooter Grubbs is dead."
"What?!" Sarah's eyes widened and Bianca had to press her palm against the girls lips to shush her.
"Ew- Sarah!" Bianca groaned when the girl's tongue darted out to lick her hand, quickly wiping it on the girl's shirt, "And that's not all," Bianca continued, "Lana Grubbs was at my house and apparently the whole island is looking for his Grady White. I mean, what the hell was a dirtbag marina rat like Scooter-"
"He's dead, B- have a little respect," Sarah chastised harshly, her lips pursed into a thin line. All her worse fears had been confirmed, she had been the last one to see Scooter alive and that thought alone made her head spin.
"I'm just saying," Bianca crossed her arms over her chest, "Unless this guy's getting pimped out- there's no way he could afford a boat like that."
"B," Sarah groaned, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, too caught up in the recent revelation, "Not everything's a conspiracy, okay?"
"But don't you think it's a little weird-" Bianca began, but paused when the bathroom door clicked open and her boyfriend, Rafe Cameron waltzed in.
"Ever heard of knocking?" Sarah scowled before Bianca could do so, narrowing her eyes at her older brother.
"Shut up," Rafe said simply, striding into the room before coming up from behind Bianca and wrapping his arms around her waist.
Bianca stood rigid, her arms crossed over her chest, "Morning," The boy mumbled softly, his face pressing into the nape of her neck.
"Gross," Sarah commented, making a small gagging motion, "B, sleepover tonight, we can talk about this later."
Bianca forced a smile, sending the girl a small nod before she exited the bathroom with the door slamming behind her.
"Top told me what happened last night," He pulled away to say, "You okay?"
Bianca rolled her eyes, stepping away from the boy so his arms fell limp by her side. She glanced away, not wanting to look him in the eyes. She didn't have the energy to argue with him so early in the morning and with a throbbing hangover too.
"Fuck," Rafe jaw clenched at how cold she was being, "Are you seriously still mad?"
"No," Her head snapped towards him immediately, lying straight through her teeth.
"Then why are you acting like this?" Rafe sneered at her, stepping forwards towards her till her back hit the bathroom counter.
"Like what?" She stood her ground, arms still crossed over her chest, "Like what, Rafe?"
"Like a bitch!" Rafe raised his voice in the small bathroom, his large frame towering over the girl.
"Are you fucking kidding me right now?!" She tried to push past him, but he tugged her wrist backwards and sincerely hoped Wheezie couldn't hear them arguing or Sarah wouldn't accidentally walk in.
"No-" Rafe pulled her forwards, his jaw clenching and unclenching furiously, "You don't get to be mad- you ruined the night- but oh, yeah, I'm just so fucking horrible! I'm just the worst boyfriend in the world!" He sneered sardonically.
"Fuck- okay-" Bianca felt her breath falter, glancing at the boy's gray-blue eyes and just wanted everything to stop. After a few moments, she sighed softly, "I'm sorry," she gave in, feeling her shoulders sag, "I'm sorry."
Rafe nodded, his grip loosening on her arm, letting it fall limp to her sides. He took a step closer to her, reaching up to brush a strand of sable hair behind her ear, "It's okay. I forgive you."
The bathroom lapsed into a terse silence, neither of them speaking into the small space of the room. Bianca didn't know what to say, she was glad it was over, but a small part of her was ashamed she'd given in so easily.
"I don't want to keep fighting with you," Rafe said when she didn't pull away and engulfed her in a hug again.
"Me either," She hummed into his chest, her arms wrapping around his waist. She felt him place a gentle kiss against the top of her head and she sighed softly, more out of relief than anything else.
"I love you," He spoke softly into her hair.
Bianca felt her voice falter slightly, "I love you too," A reluctant smile on her face.
"You guys better not be making out in there," Wheezie's voice suddenly came from the other side of the door, "I need to rinse!"
author's note. editing is such a ceebs literally no matter how many times i read over it there's still mistakes lol. also this chapter is full of dialogue cause im lazy sorry hehe but next chapter we meet john b and things can start to get more interesting !! keen
