favourite worst nightmare [JJ MAYBANK]

iii. jj's management team

CHAPTER THREE:
JJ'S MANAGEMENT TEAM

[EPISODE THREE: THE FORBIDDEN ZONE]

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The following evening, her phone pings while she's braiding her hair to sleep in and, after quickly tying it off, she bounces her butt along her bed to check what the notification is from where her phone is plugged in on her nightstand.

hey it's rafe, sarah gave me ur number n i
just wanted to apologise for yesterday morning

She purses her lips, pulling her knees up to her chest as she hesitates before writing back. It's okay, is what she reluctantly replies with, even though she supposes it isn't okay, and rather than forgiving him she'd much rather know exactly what he'd been up to. As much as she hates to admit it, she's been thinking about it for most of the day.

Before she's even put the phone down and turned away from it, it pings again.

there's a party tonight. i can pick you up?

She glances across her room at her dressing table mirror. Facemask on, hair braided, wearing her pyjamas.

as much as i love a party, i'm a little
busy tonight. some other time?

shame. you're the only person who's mildly
interesting here nowadays

and i'm holding you to that promise

you're forgiven for yesterday but i
shall never forget, so don't even
try to flirt with me, rafe cameron

          But despite the threat, when she looks up again, her reflection in her dressing-table mirror is smiling. And she smiles wider when she sees Rafe's reply.

no promises, rita fletcher ;)

how about midsummers?

what's midsummers?

some party. we have it annually.

will there be guns?

no pogues allowed, don't worry.

i mean, walking in there is like
walking into a room full of dolls,
and me and top would prefer it if
our dad's weren't around so we
could have a little more fun