Our Secret

Our Secret November Part 2

"Dude, get up," hissed John B, poking at JJ's shoulder. Blinking JJ yawned, "Bro, no need to poke," he mumbled, swatting at John B's hand. "There is when you're in bed with my sister," the brown haired boy replied as he continued poking. Feeling Coralina curled against his back JJ looked up at his best friend, "What time is it?" he asked, as he slowly slid out of the bed, grabbing his t-shirt from the floor.

Glancing at his watch John B told him it was 9:30a.m. Nodding JJ shoved John B from the room, "I don't need to wake her for another half an hour so let's not do this in here," JJ said before quietly closing the door.

Once the two boys had retreated to the living room John B glared at JJ, "So why were you in bed with Coral?" he questioned. Rolling his eyes JJ threw himself into the recliner, "She told me about your dad, and we fell asleep. Not a big deal, man," JJ told him. Pursing his lips John B studied his best friend, "Alright but like you know the rule. No Pogue on Pogue macking so don't get any ideas," John B warned.

Scoffing JJ rolled his eyes, "Dude you and Kie came up with that shit rule and now she's not even around to follow it," JJ reminded him. "She's around," John B defended their friend. Snorting JJ shook his head, "Barely," he muttered. Kiara Carrera, or Kie, as she was nicknamed by her friends had according to JJ gone to the dark side.

Kildaire county located in the Outerbanks of North Carolina had a very clear divide between it's inhabitants. On the North side of the island known as figure eight you had the Kooks. These were people with so much money they didn't know what to do with it. On the South side of the island you had the Pogues. They made up the working class of the island. The ones who bussed tables, drove boats, and essentially most worked for one Kook or another.

Kiara's family owned a restaurant named The Wreck, a total cash cow with the tourists who came to the Outerbanks. Freshman year Kiara had been sent to attend Kildaire Prep with the North side kids essentially leaving her Pogue friends at Kildaire High. She was still around on occasion, but most times she would blow the boys and Coralina off to hang out with her new North side bestie, Sarah Cameron, whom Coralina dubbed Queen Kook.

The group barely saw her over the summer and the last time JJ even remembered seeing her was at the end of summer kegger two months ago. The same kegger that he and Coralina had first hooked up at. Coralina didn't speak about her often, but he knew Coral well enough to know it bothered her that Kiara wasn't around.

"Regardless, don't do anything I'm gonna need to kick your ass for," John B warned. Furrowing his brow JJ sighed, "Dude your sister's hot. Eventually you're gonna have to loosen the reins on her. Wouldn't it be better if it was someone you know and trust?" he responded, with a slight chuckle, hoping to give off the air of indifference. Narrowing his eyes John B pointed his finger at JJ, "I may trust you with my life, but I certainly don't trust you with my sister. She's not some notch on your bedpost, JJ," he stated.

Clenching his fist JJ took a deep breath before standing, "I'm fully aware of that JB. You seem to forget I've known her just as long as I've known you and I would never hurt her," he told the boy angrily, "I'm going out for a smoke; you need to wake her up," he said, before storming out of the house, to the back porch.

"Coral bug, wake up," John B called, shaking her shoulder. Moaning Coralina pulled the covers over her head, "Go away," she muttered. Hearing her brother laugh she blinked at the harsh light when the covers were pulled from her head, "Come on, Bug, JJ said you wanted to be up by 10a.m.," he reminded her.