book 1 of 4
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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They were mortal enemies– Bianca Prescott, the Kook Princess and JJ Maybank, the Pogue Pauper, but if the past few hours had shown them anything- it was that they didn't have to be.
After catching the ferry back to the island, the two got back on the road in the Twinkie, driving towards Bianca's father's office. The windows were rolled down, and the warm summer air blew through JJ's blond hair, his finger tapping on the wheel to the music blasting through the speakers.
Suddenly, JJ let out a quiet 'fuck,' reaching over to turn the radio down. Red and blue lights reflected against his face as he slowly pulled over to the shoulder of the road.
"What?" Bianca frowned, glancing at the cop car behind them, "What's wrong?"
"I was speeding," JJ muttered, slamming his hand against the wheel, "Shit!"
"What?" Bianca scoffed, her heart picking up it's pace, "Why were you speeding?"
"Maybe 'cause you made us late with your stupid nail appointment and dress shopping and food stops!" JJ bit back, "Shit- I'm already on probation."
Bianca narrowed her eyes at the boy, his eyebrows creased together and his jaw clenched tightly. This was not the JJ she was used to– the JJ she knew was a laid-back surfer dude who rarely had a frown on his lips. But here he sat with eyes darting around in panic and a heavily bruised face– Bianca was starting to learn that maybe there was more to JJ Maybank than he let on.
Officer Shoupe appeared at the window, "Maybank- should have known it was you," He leaned up against the van, "You just got out yesterday, you're asking for it, kid."
"Sir-" JJ began, ready to talk his way out of it, but Bianca quickly interjected.
"Officer," She leaned over slightly, placing her elbow on the glovebox with a sickly sweet smile. As soon as she saw Shoupe, she knew she could work an angle- he was one of the dirtiest cops in Kildare and although he put on a good front, Shoupe wasn't immune to temptations the Kook families had to offer.
Bianca was glad it was him and not someone with actual moral standards like Sheriff Peterkin- she would not budge so easily, if at all. It also didn't hurt that her father played tennis with Shoupe at the Country Club occasionally so that he could pay him off to overlook Lydia Prescott's five DUI's. So to say they were familiar with each other would be an understatement.
Shoupe glanced towards her, only just noticing her in the passenger seat and pulled down his sunglasses to the bridge of his nose, "Bianca, didn't see you there," he hummed, "What brings a Prescott to the Cut?"
"Yeah, officer, I think I'm gonna have to take the blame for this one," Both JJ and Shoupe glanced at Bianca, "I've got a few last minute errands to run for Midsummers tomorrow," She continued, "I told JJ to hurry up. It's my fault."
"Sorry to say it doesn't matter who's fault it is, I can't just have people speeding around all the time," Shoupe shook his head quickly.
"Oh, come on, Shoupe," Bianca pouted, "I've got to get everything perfect for when you arrive."
"Oh," The older man scratched the back of his neck, "For me?"
"Yeah, of course," Bianca waved him off, "You got your invite didn't you?"
"Uh- no," He shook his head again, "I didn't."
"Oh no," She feigned disappointment, "It must've gotten lost in the mail," She lied straight through her teeth– Shoupe hadn't been invited, but she could tell by the way he inched forward when she mentioned the event that he was itching for an ask, "Don't worry, I'll make sure your name's on the guest list."
Shoupe was now visibly hesitant, scratching the back of his neck, "I don't know, B."
"Well, I guess you could call daddy. He'll get everything sorted out," Bianca shrugged innocently, "But I can tell you he won't be happy to be bothered- he's on a business trip on the mainland."
Shoupe huffed, glancing around the empty road, and Bianca knew she'd won him over, "You got lucky this time boy," He shot a glare at JJ who nodded quickly.
"Get home," Shoupe narrowed his eyes at the two, "And don't let me catch you speeding again."
As soon as Shoupe was out of sight, JJ let out a loud sigh, immediately starting up the Twinkie again and getting back on the road. Bianca dropped the facade almost instantly, her sheepish smile morphing into one of indifference.
She felt almost proud of her little act until she heard JJ scoff under his breath, "Daddy's girl."
"Fuck you," Bianca said, exasperated, "I didn't have to do that, you know."
JJ laughed, though there was no humour behind it, "God, I fucking hate Kooks."
"Excuse me?" Bianca turned to him with a narrowed eyes, "I'm helping you, asshole!"
She was glad Shoupe was no longer behind them because JJ was going way over the speed limit this time, the trees on either side of the road blurring into one mass of green as the boy pressed harder on the accelerator. Bianca felt her heart hammer beneath her ribcage, but her hardened gaze didn't show it.
"Helping?!" JJ scoffed, turning to her with a glare, "We just wasted hours on getting your nails done or- or eating crazy expensive food and buying you a dress for a fucking party while people have no power or running water or food in their goddamn fridge! It's fucking me- I'm people!" He raised his voice, but this time, it reminded Bianca of Rafe's harsh words after the cinema, the way he tried to scare her and it made her cower slightly in her seat.
So when JJ slammed his hand down on the wheel in frustration, Bianca flinched away.
The girl sat there for a moment, breath caught in her throat and her eyes squeezed tightly shut, but when nothing came, her gaze fluttered open again. Instead, she tried to play it off, tucking a strand of sable hair behind her ear and staring at the road ahead, noticing that the van had slowed down considerably.
But she was too late, JJ glanced wearily at her while the van slowed back down, "B?" He questioned quietly.
"Just drive, JJ," She managed to say, her cheeks flushed that she'd reacted like that.
"Hey," JJ spoke softly with a frown etched onto his face, "I wouldn't- I'd never-" He stammered, trying to reassure her before finally settling on, "I didn't mean to scare you."
"Scare me?" Bianca scoffed, although it sounded almost foreign to her burning ears, "As if."
And just like that, Bianca Prescott had returned to being the cold bitch she always was and JJ's grip tightened on the wheel, cursing himself because he should've known better.
JJ Maybank and Bianca Prescott were mortal enemies– the universe just had a way of enforcing it.
author's note. uhh i kinda feel bad for both of them jj is mean but b needs a reality check lol
