꒰ 𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘷𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:·ﾟ
Bianca been nursing a bottle of vodka the whole drive down to the Hawk's nest while Sarah drove her convertible. It was almost midnight and the girls had just left the Cameron's after grabbing Ward's plat map. Sarah glanced at her best friend through the corner of her eye as she downed more of the intoxicating substance.
"Sarah- turn around I have to see him, he's right I shouldn't have gone out with JJ- what was I thinking!?" Bianca rambled, her words slurring together, "Like imagine if he went out with Kiara- I just need to talk to him- I- I need to apologise-"
Sarah frowned slightly, she didn't know what had happened between the couple, but it had to have been pretty bad for the girl to get this wasted, "No way- you're way better without him, trust me, B- I live with the asshole."
"It's not that simple, S," Bianca sniffled slightly, feeling the vodka burn in her bloodstream, "And don't call your brother an asshole."
"I'll call him whatever I want," The blonde scoffed, pressing harder on the accelerator as they neared the meeting spot, "He can't keep treating you like shit-"
Bianca ignored her, too caught up in her own thoughts, "No, this is my fault- I ruined it- I ruin everything, what the hell is wrong with me?" She turned to her best friend hopelessly.
"Nothing's wrong with you, B," The Cameron girl parked the convertible not too far behind the Twinkie. She turned the engine off, eyes darting between Bianca and the Hawk's nest where she was supposed to meet John B, "Stay in the car, I'll be back soon, okay?" She enunciated as if the girl was a child.
Bianca pouted slightly, "No- don't leave- you always leave me," She mumbled and Sarah couldn't help but think there was some truth behind her words. Unlike Kiara, Bianca didn't scare so easily- she'd proved time and time again that she'd always stick by her and for that, Sarah was forever grateful.
"I'm not leaving you, babe," Sarah spoke firmly, tucking Bianca's hair behind her ears, "Never-fucking-ever."
She nodded slowly as Sarah pulled her in for a hug, a soft silence lapsing over the two until Bianca went for another sip of the vodka.
"Are you sure you'll be alright alone?" The blonde offered as she opened the car door, "Maybe you should slow down."
"Maybe you should stop cheating on your boyfriends," Bianca slurred and just like that, she was back to being the cold-hearted bitch she always was. Sarah rolled her eyes- slamming the car door shut after her before making her way over to the Hawk's nest still in her Midsummer's dress.
Bianca fell further into the seat, the bottle of vodka still in her hands as she stared right ahead at the van. It took a little longer in her inebriated state, but she got there eventually, realising that it was actually John B's Volkswagen and that the blond inside could only be one person.
Suddenly, she was filled with rage at the boy for everything he'd screwed up tonight, taking one last swig of the bottle before leaving it in the seat and exiting the car. Bianca stood unsteady on her feet for a moment, the world spinning in multiple directions and it became worse every step she took, following the music blasting from inside.
Inside the Twinkie, Pope batted smoke from JJ's blunt away from his face just as a round of thunder rolled in the air, "Kie, holding onto your grudge is like drinking poison and thinking Sarah and Bianca will die."
"I just don't understand why we're involving them at all," The girl scoffed loudly- John B had already left to meet Sarah and the three were sitting in the van.
"Kie, we're not involving them, okay?" JJ rolled his eyes.
"Fine," Kiara narrowed her eyes at the boy, "Then promise me nothing's happening between you and Bianca."
He let out a small sigh, "Nothing's happening, Kie."
"I'm being serious- this isn't about you, or John B- this is about her-" Kiara crossed her arms over her chest, "Dude, she's going to get inside your head- that's just what she does! Everything's a game to her- honestly, sometimes I wonder if she even has feelings or if she's just some fucking Kook robot!" She huffed shortly, "Just promise me nothing's happening between you guys."
JJ hesitated, but before he could respond loud knocks pounded against the van door followed by a slurred- though, quite clearly infuriated, voice, "Hey, JJ-" Bianca shouted from the other side, "I know you're in there, asshole!"
The blond boy glanced between his two friends who were both glaring accusingly at him, "I'll take care of it," He mumbled.
"Beep, beep," Bianca banged again on the door, "Open up- it's the dumb bitch patrol, JJ, you're under arrest-" She was cut short by the door swinging and the boy stepping out.
JJ placed a hand on the small of her back, trying to usher her away from the van so they could talk more privately, but she stumbled in her stilettos, trying to remove his hands from her, "Don't touch me-"
JJ suddenly stopped short, "B, are you drunk?" He whispered harshly, glancing down the empty road, the only illumination between them being the moonlight. He glanced over at the van where two heads quickly ducked down from the backseat and the boy rolled his eyes.
"I'm mad at you," Bianca scowled, though she was so unsteady on her feet that JJ had to hold her waist to keep her from falling over.
"You're mad at me?" JJ raised an eyebrow, glancing down at the girl.
"Yes, I'm mad at you," Bianca whined, her fist hitting his chest lightly, "You ruined my speech!"
JJ laughed humourlessly, "Your speech? That's what you're so worked up about?"
"It's not funny," She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest, "And now-now my Mom's mad at me."
"Aw," JJ cooed sarcastically, tucking some of the loose tendrils of hair behind her ear only for her to swat his hand away, "Did mommy put you in a time out, princess?"
"That was supposed to be my speech!" Bianca cried, cutting him off, "I was trying so fucking hard to better- to be good with- with the fundraiser and getting John B his stupid job back- and being nice- but you still think I'm the bad guy!"
"You're so fucking wasted right now," JJ's jaw clenched at this, trying not to yell at her because she was not sober enough to defend herself, though she was making it incredibly hard for him not to snap.
Bianca shoved the boy away from her, taking him by surprise, "And I'm not going to be part of your stupid Kook versus Pogue Hunger Games, JJ!" She ran a frazzled hand through her hair, "I'm not some competition for you to- to get back at Rafe!"
The Maybank boy sighed– of course she wasn't a competition, she was so much more than that, but JJ didn't have the guts to say it. He couldn't explain how she wasn't ever really mad at her, but everything she stood for. She was this hot, rich kook that was everything he couldn't have and it frustrated him to no end, "B, you're being stupid, you don't know what you're talking about-"
"No!" Bianca raised her voice and JJ noticed, under the moonlight the way her dark eyes glistened with unshed tears, "I'm not stupid- I'm not dumb- I'm not worthless-" She choked out, almost as if she were trying to convince herself, "And as much fun as being called a slut and a whore is- I'd rather be here!"
JJ's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his mind wracking for where all this was coming from, "What?"
She scowled, "Fuck you," This time when she went to push him, JJ gripped her wrists and almost as if it were muscle memory, Bianca ripped herself away from the boy.
But something else had caught JJ's attention as he began to advance towards her, "B," He whispered helplessly, trying to reach her gaze, but she didn't dare look up. Under the moonlight, it was much harder to notice, but JJ had seen it- he knew- breath caught in his throat.
"Don't-" Bianca recoiled away from him, taking another step back as he took one forward, "You're just as bad as them- I hate you," She spat venomously.
The words hit JJ harder than it should've, but he needed to be sure. He reached out towards her, holding her as she tried to move away from him, hushing her whimpers as his hand brushed her hair behind her shoulder.
JJ held the side of the girl's face, lifting it up slightly to reveal the red marks imprinted around her neck, holding her hesitant eyes with his, "B, did Rafe do this to you?" His voice was soft, but it was taking every single ounce of willpower not to drive over to the Cameron's and to beat the shit out of the Rafe.
"Do what?" Bianca forced out, pulling free.
But this wasn't something she could fool JJ about, he knew too well, "Don't give me that shit- you know exactly what I'm talking about."
Bianca's heart began beating faster at his harsh tone, "No, I don't," She stepped backwards as if putting distance between them could erase what he'd seen.
"Why are you lying to me!?" JJ wiped his nose, he didn't even realize how emotional he got, "I just want to help-"
"I'm not lying!" Bianca cried, the cold breeze pinching her flushed skin, "Nothing's happening!"
"B, trust me when I say, the person who did this," JJ whispered lowly, brushing away at the hair on her shoulders, "Doesn't love you."
Bianca's gaze wavered, and her silence was enough of an answer for JJ, not having the energy anymore to shake her head. The anger held within Bianca had dissipated just as a single tear fell down her face and JJ's thumb brushed against her cheek, wiping away the stray drop.
Suddenly, a voice pierced the cool breeze, interrupting the silent midnight air, "Someone help!"
Bianca's breath caught in her throat, her eyes snapping away from JJ's azure ones and towards the Hawk's nest, "Did you hear that?"
JJ frowned slightly, still glancing down at the girl with softened eyes, "What?"
"Please, somebody help!"
Pope and Kiara piled out of the van at the same time JJ whirled on his feet towards the Hawk's nest, all four of them sprinting towards the tower. Bianca narrowed her eyes in the dark, noticing Sarah's white dress hovering over a body and her heart rate spiked.
"Sarah!?" Bianca called as she reached her along with the Pogues, her feet faltering when she saw John B's awkward angle on the ground.
"Sarah! What happened?" Pope shouted– there was wood pieces and debris surrounding them while the Cameron girl was cradling the brunette's head in her lap.
"I don't know what to do. He needs help," Sarah sobbed uncontrollably, tears streaked down her eyes, "Topper shoved him!"
Bianca took a shaky step backwards, trying to focus on the boy laying unconscious on the gravel, but her world was still spinning. She felt a hard chest behind her, hands coming to her waist to steady her as JJ growled, "Where the hell is he!?"
"John B?" Bianca mumbled under her breath, trying to pick out one thought, but everything felt hazy. Her feet felt so heavy as if there were weights attached to her ankles- she desperately tried to recall the first aid course her mother made her take as a part of her many extracurriculars- danger, response- he wasn't responding, "Oh my god," She choked out.
"Please, please, please get help. I don't care who. Just call someone!" Sarah cried towards the Pogues, her voice trembling.
"Go! Go!" JJ shouted Pope towards the van as the Heyward boy began sprinting back to the van.
"Pope, hurry!" Kiara screamed back, tears streaming down her face.
Sarah looked up towards Bianca, her red-rimmed eyes connecting with her's for a moment before turning back, "John B, stay with me," Kiara watched with furrowed eyebrows as the blonde kissed his lips, her hand stroking his cheek lightly.
JJ felt a hand brush over his own trembling one, glancing down slightly just as Bianca entwined their fingers together, resting on her waist. He let out a shaky breath, one he didn't know he's been holding in and shouted into the dark, "Pope! Come on!" still holding onto the girl tightly, hoping that tonight wasn't the night he'd lose his brother.
author's note. hi what did u guys think of this chapter? also p.s all of u are part of the dumb bitch patrol ily hehe
especially katie @SURFCURSED xoxoxo