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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"It's our boat... it's also the only place with air conditioning-"
"Right."
"Wheezie, shut up," Bianca groaned softly, snuggling further into the blankets of the Druther's couch.
Her eyes fluttered open and she squinted past the sunlight streaming through the windows at the tawny haired boy in the middle of the cabin. Bianca sat up quickly, glancing across to Sarah, who was already up and back to John B, sporting a large black eye.
"You're not Wheezie," She narrowed her eyes at him, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Uh-" The boy stammered, lifting up the equipment he was holding for her to see, "I'm just dropping off some scuba gear."
Sarah quickly interjected, "Did you, um... top up the tanks?"
"Uh.." John B cleared his throat, "No- no the power's down, so the compressors were off."
"So you're sneaking onto their boat with empty tanks?" Bianca raised an eyebrow at him.
Sarah quickly swatted the girl to shut her up, "Hey, don't worry about her- she's kidding- it's fine."
"Okay, cool," John B hummed awkwardly, putting down the scuba gear onto the floor, "Just drop these off.." He trailed off.
"Yeah, yeah," Bianca scoffed, "The middle of the room is fine."
"Yeah, this is pretty much what he told me to do so..." John B trailed off. He straightened his back and headed towards the door, but paused on his way out, "Listen-"
"I'm not going to tell my dad you poached our scuba gear if that's what you're worried about," Sarah gave the boy a small smile, her blonde hair tucked behind her ears.
"I didn't- I didn't poach it, I borrowed it for a few hours, okay? And then I brought it back intact and unharmed," John B said.
"Minus air," Bianca lay on the other end of the couch, eyeing the two wearily, "That's a cute eye, who gave it to you?"
"You really need to tone it down with the social niceties," John B sneered sarcastically at the girl, "It's getting embarrassing."
"Listen," Sarah interrupted their bickering, "I think- what's she's trying to say is maybe you should get better friends."
"Yeah, well maybe you should get a better boyfriend," John B shot back before huffing in annoyance, "Look, please, just don't tell Ward. He'll fire me."
The blonde chuckled softly, "Relax, I'm not going to tell him anything- and neither is she," She glanced over to Bianca, "Right, B?" But when the girl only glared, Sarah emphasised, "Right, B?"
Bianca caught the boy's eye in a glare before finally conceding, "Yeah, whatever," she muttered.
Sarah glanced back up with a grin, "Your secret's safe with me, John B."
The two shared a look for a moment too long, a shit-eating smirk on John B's face before Bianca interrupted their moment, "Okay- you can go now."
"Right- yeah," the boy began heading towards the door again.
"Later," Sarah gave him a small smile and he waved back.
When he'd left and they heard his boat engine rumble away, the Cameron girl turned to her best friend with a harsh glare, "How do you manage to be a total bitch at 5am in the morning?"
Bianca rolled her eyes and flopped backwards onto the couch, "Maybe I am a total bitch."
