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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[ 𝘁𝘄: 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 ]
The aftermath of JJ's outburst was not pretty– the Pogues may have run off into the sunset, but for Bianca, it was only grey skies and thunderstorms. JJ Maybank had an uncanny ability to ruin just about anything he touched– not only had he humiliated her in front of every Kook on the island by causing a scene during her speech, but Lydia also seemed to think that it was all her fault.
"Do you know that boy?" Lydia glared harshly at her daughter, arms crossed over the chest. The party had resumed, although the focus was no longer on the fundraiser, but the drama the Pogues had caused.
"No!" Bianca shot back, the Prescott family stood in one of the country club's smaller rooms.
"Lydia," Michael pulled his wife backwards slightly, he was typically the voice of reason in their arguments, "Let's not ruin the night."
"The night's already ruined!" The woman cried dramatically, placing a hand on her forehead in exasperation, "I have never been so embarrassed in my whole life- and all because you decided you wanted to hang out with those lowlifes from the Cut!"
"How is this my fault!?" Bianca scoffed, running a hand through her dark strands where a few of the curls had fallen out.
"Because it always is!" Lydia almost spat, "The hopes and dreams I have for you- an ivy league education, life on Figure Eight, married to the richest man in the Outer Banks-"
"That's the thing, Mom!" Bianca rolled her eyes, "Those are your hopes and dreams- not mine!"
"It's these Pogues- they're a bad influence on you- I've been saying it the day you started hanging around that Carrera girl!" She huffed back.
"Why?!" She tried to keep her voice down, "What's wrong with them- the fact that they're independent? That they think for themselves? That they do whatever they want whenever they want and not what other people tell them to do!?"
"Oh, enough soul searching, Bianca," Lydia completely disregarded her, "Spare me the heartache and yourself the humiliation."
"Please, Mom," Bianca choked out, feeling as though she was drained of all the pretending and social niceties, "I don't need a lecture- I just need my mom."
The two glared harshly at each other, a terse silence lapsing over the small room and when Bianca thought, that just for a moment, she'd gotten through to her mother, the door swung open to reveal her boyfriend.
"Rafael," Michael greeted, glad for the interruption. He made his way over to pat the boy on the back, "Enjoying the party, son?"
"Yeah- I uh- I actually wanted to talk to B, if that's okay with you?" Rafe gave the couple a small smile, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"No, not at all, sweetie," Lydia turned away from her daughter to give the boy a smile, her eyes softening, "We're done here," She shot her daughter a lasting glare before entwining her arm with her husband and leaving the room, the door clicking shut behind them.
"Rafe," Bianca sighed heavily, she just needed someone- anyone as she made her way over to him.
"Hey," Rafe mumbled into her hair, engulfing the girl in a hug and felt her untense slightly in a momentary reprieve. The two held each other, Bianca finally letting herself relax just a little until Rafe leaned down lowly to whisper, "I know what you did."
"What?" Bianca frowned, stepping back as Rafe straightened his back, towering over her.
"You were with that Pogue yesterday," Rafe sneered, his hands balled into fists beside him and Bianca found herself shrinking back slightly, "Kelce said he saw you two at Atelier."
"Is Kelce stalking me now?" Bianca scowled back, but she hoped Rafe couldn't hear her heart practically beating out of her chest.
"Answer me," Rafe took a menacing step forward just as she took one back, "Were you with him?"
"No-"
"Don't lie to me! JJ told me himself," The boy growled, "And he seemed pretty fucking proud about it."
Her eyes widened slightly, "Rafe- if you hurt him-"
"Answer the fucking question, B!" The boy bellowed and she flinched backwards, "Did you fuck him!?
"Rafe, JJ's a liar- you know how he is," Her breath hitched in her throat as her back hit the wall behind her, trying to ignore the hurt she felt at JJ's words- she was just another conquest to him, a way to one up the Kooks, "Yes, okay? I saw him, but I didn't fuck him- I wouldn't do that to you-" She reached up to touch his cheek.
It must had set him off because the hand that was digging into her wrist moved to press roughly against her throat, pinning the girl into the wall.
"You're a fucking slut, you know that?" Rafe snarled, fingers curling harder around her windpipe until her chest began to burn.
"Rafe-" Bianca sucked in a sharp breath, but her glare didn't falter from his. She held eye contact, jaw clenched tightly- refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was hurting her.
"You think that Pogue or anyone else is going to want to deal with all your shit- your constant bitching and whining? Your bratty attitude and OCD need to be in control of everything?!" He scoffed harshly. She felt herself get light headed, the room around her spinning slightly, the palm of his hand pressing forcefully against her windpipe, "Guess again, B- no one else would!"
"I always knew you were a worthless whore," He spat, his grip loosening and she almost crumbled to the floor, "You're fucking dead to me,"
"Fuck you," Bianca managed to choke out, her voice hoarse and knees weak. It felt as though his hand was still wrapped tightly around her throat, though he was already backing away, his face still scrunched in disgust.
"Yeah- fuck you too," Rafe scoffed, slamming the door shut behind him, the sound reverberating throughout the room.
Bianca stood frozen for a moment- or two- or maybe it was an hour. Her feet felt heavy, too heavy to move and her vision kept going in and out of focus, balling her hands into fists to stop them from trembling. She didn't know much time had passed until the door opened again and when it did she felt her chest seize, taking a large step backwards, half-expecting Rafe to come back in and finish what he started.
"B- oh my god, I've been looking all over for you," Sarah huffed, small smile on her face, "Come on, we've got to get the plat maps," She whispered softly, but when she saw the look on her best-friend's face, her eyebrows furrowed together.
"B, what's wrong?" The Cameron girl stepped forward hesitantly, reaching out to hold her, but Bianca pulled back, "Is everything okay?"
Almost as if just realising Sarah had entered the room, Bianca's gaze snapped towards the girl, "Everything's fine, Sarah."
"Are you sure-"
"Yeah," Bianca hummed nonchalantly, a vacant expression on her face, "You're driving."
