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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Bianca Prescott stared at the yellow post-it note left stuck on her dresser, 'with rose and the island club. took the car. get ready for midsummers and write your speech !!! - mom.'
She and picked up her black pen, but when she tried to put it to paper, nothing came to mind. Groaning, the girl scrunched up yet another sheet of paper and threw it into her trashcan beside the the table. This was out of the ordinary for Bianca because everyone she knew at least either to her face or behind her back complained that she could never keep her mouth shut. She sat at her desk, attempting to write her speech for Midsummers to introduce the event as a fundraiser for the damages the island had faced after Agatha, but for once– Bianca Prescott had nothing to say.
Bianca twirled in her white-cushioned swivel chair by her desk, staring up at the ceiling– her mind drifting to all that had happened this summer– she'd witnessed a fight at the beach between her best-friend and a pogue, befriended said pogue and gotten him a job, involved herself in her boyfriend's newfound drug dealing hobby and played a part in arson– all in all, it was definitely not how she'd imagined her summer to go.
She stopped her chair from spinning and stood up, turning to her floor length mirror leaning against her white wall. Bianca placed her hands behind her back and took another once over, her head tilting slightly at the sight before her. She looked exactly the same– sable hair, dark eyes, headband, but something felt different and it definitely was not the weight her mother claimed she'd put on.
Bianca jumped when she heard a sudden tap against her balcony doors, glancing over at it with a frown. A few seconds passed and she brushed it off as the wind, before another tap resounded from the glass. She narrowed her eyes, stepping closer to the open the doors that led to her balcony and cursed softly when her bare feet stepped over a small pebble.
Bianca peered over the edge just as a familiar blond threw another tiny stone from below and she ducked quickly, "Watch it, Romeo!" She sneered, "Are you trying to give me a concussion?"
"Shit," He muttered, shooting her a sheepish grin, "I didn't realise you were there."
Bianca rolled her eyes, a scowl plastered on her face more so out of habit than anything, "What the hell are you doing here, JJ?"
"I need..." JJ mumbled lowly, his eyes darting between her and the grass below.
"What?" She scoffed, she had shit to do and she wasn't about to have JJ Maybank of all people waste her time. Not only did she need to finish her speech, but she had to figure out a way to get ready for Midsummers tomorrow without a ride– with everything that had been going on she hadn't gotten her nails done or her hair and she hadn't even found a dress yet!
