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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JJ Maybank was not a patient person, especially when he had 400 million dollars on the line, 30K in debt, a mission to complete and the only way he could do it was taking half an hour to get ready.
"What took you so long?" He scowled at the girl as she strolled out of her house dressed in a baby blue cami dress and her signature headband.
"Chill out, my dad's on a business trip, he's not coming back till tomorrow for Midsummers so we have all day," Suddenly Bianca halted, "Woah- what happened to your face?"
Standing in front of him, she could finally make out the bruises on his jaw and cuts against his lip that still had faint traces of dried blood, "Did Rafe do that to you?" She whispered lowly.
Unconsciously, Bianca's hand found it's way reaching up to graze her fingers over the discolorations of JJ's cheekbone, but he pushed her hand away, "Yeah- he wishes," The boy spat venomously in a hard tone that made it known he didn't want to talk about it.
Wordlessly, he turned away and began walking towards the vehicle, Bianca following hesitantly behind him, her eyebrows creased in confusion. She knew from the yellowish tinge that they were healing, but she couldn't help except to feel concerned at how nonchalant JJ was being.
The girl came to a sudden stop beside JJ, her eyes widening at the infamous van she'd always glimpsed riding off into the sunset and scoffed, "So this is the pogue-mobile."
"We call her the Twinkie," JJ grunted, opening the passenger side door for Bianca before rounding the van to the driver's seat.
Bianca scowled at the chipped, brown, bird-shit stained paint and the cobwebs hanging from the side mirror, "Before I get in, I don't need a tetanus shot or anything, do I?" She said as she hesitantly stepped inside.
"Yeah, well, not everyone rides convertibles to school," JJ didn't bother to glance at her as he started up the engine and began down the road.
Bianca didn't know what to say after that, a soft silence lapsing over the two with only Bob Marley's voice filling the void. She glanced over at the boy who's eyes were firmly planted on the road, his unruly blond hair fell over his forehead and the open windows gave the girl a whiff of sea salt and weed. The muscle in his jaw ticked, the purple, blue and yellow hues smudging together across his jaw that followed all the way to the cut on his eyebrow and Bianca found herself wondering if he'd disinfected it properly or even if he'd slept last night from the dark circles under his eyes. She felt the same nauseous feeling she'd felt after she got John B fired reappear– her conscience really needed to quit it, it was cranking her style.
Sighing softly, she forced herself to say, "Hey, I'm sorry about the whole cinema thing- I didn't know they would do that."
"Yeah, whatever," JJ mumbled dismissively, "Now I'm on the hook for thirty grand."
Bianca stifled the comment about deserving it for sinking Topper's boat, but he was only defending his best-friend because her boyfriend jumped him. She couldn't help, but feel as though all of this had gone way too far- thirty thousand dollars too far and by the looks of JJ's worn down clothes and muddy shoes, she knew he would have a hard time paying it off.
So Bianca picked up the paper and scanned over it, "What is it?"
"It's a letter," JJ glanced over at her before he turned back to the road, "In Gullah, the lost Creole language, your dad's the only one who has the transcripts, at least that's what John B said."
"Why do you need it?" Bianca challenged.
"Look, I can't tell you, okay?" JJ huffed, his hands tightening on the wheel.
"Well, why not?" Bianca scowled, turning to him from shotgun.
"Because it's for your own safety- and you're a kook," He added.
"But something made you want to break into my dad's office, obviously," She scoffed.
"Look- somebody who was supposed to be dead wasn't, alright- and now John B needs me to translate this stupid letter," JJ shook his head softly, turning back to face the front, "Are we done here?"
"Yeah," Bianca rolled her eyes, turning to face the window to watch the scenery flash by, "Whatever."
