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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If you asked JJ Maybank what he thought about Kooks, his answer would be that he hated all of them. But the truth was, he hated almost all of them.
Bianca Prescott was a sight to see- especially when she laughed. Though, it was as rare as John B took a shower- he liked to think the ocean and a good surf sesh was the best way to clean up- when it did happen, it made you do a double take. It was almost ethereal, what he'd imagine if the gates of heaven opened up to him- though, he was sure after all his crimes he was going straight to hell. JJ kinda, sort of, maybe wanted to record it and play it as his ringtone- although, he'd definitely have a restraining order filed by the end of the night.
Bianca had undeniably gotten under his skin and JJ should hate her, just like he hates the rest of the them, but somehow- he couldn't.
He watched the party from a distance, his eyes naturally gravitating towards Bianca who was dancing with Sarah in the middle of the floor, surrounded by other jiving couples while a live band played behind them. JJ wasn't one to boast- oh, who was he kidding- he was right, the dress fit Bianca perfectly- it accentuated the soft curvatures of her hips, clinging to her body in a way that made JJ gulp audibly.
He scoffed softly when he saw Bianca sneak a wine glass from one of the waiters and downed it before they could ask for ID. He made his way slowly towards them, dancing around the Kooks with the note John B gave to him between his fingers.
Bianca was busy laughing at something her best friend had said, but Sarah's eyes widened suddenly over the girl's shoulder, "JJ?" She gaped.
Bianca's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, though it was quickly resolved when she felt a gentle hand against her waist, turning her around until she collided with a hard chest. The frown on her face instantly melted away when she found cerulean eyes meeting her gaze.
"Hey, princess," JJ whispered lowly, one hand came to rest respectfully on her back and the other intertwined with her hand. Bianca glanced over her shoulder to Sarah, who was stifling a wide grin.
Bianca almost let out a soft exhale, but his face still had the remnants of welted bruises on his cheek, his lower lip cut and raw and she was reminded of what would happen if Rafe saw them together.
"JJ- you can't be here," Bianca warned, her eyes darting around for her boyfriend.
"It's fine," He dismissed, glancing over her shoulder at Sarah, "I got a note from Vlad."
