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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"JJ! Get up!"
The boy awoken with groan, his shirt being thrown onto his face. He reached beside him, feeling the bed beside him empty and uncharacteristically colder than earlier.
JJ glanced up at the flustered girl from under his shirt, "B," He sat up and rubbed his eyes through the sunlight creeping through the windows, watching Bianca collect his strewn belongings and throw it at him.
"What do you want!?" She snapped.
"The other Bianca," JJ pouted, his blond hair splayed messily over his forehead, "The nice one."
"I'm so dead," Bianca ignored him, running her hands through her hair, "We overslept. My parent's are home."
She turned to JJ, his eyes half-lidded and his lips parted slightly and she had half a mind to let him sleep away the day in her bed. She had woken up with a pounding headache behind her eyes and the urge to throw up after drinking so much, but the moment she heard keys jingle downstairs, she bolted upright.
When she heard footsteps echo up the stairs, she knew they were done for, "Put your clothes on I need to sneak you out before they find out."
When the boy didn't move Bianca turned to him with a sharp glare, "JJ!"
"Okay okay," He mumbled, rolling off the mattress. His shirt was halfway over his head when a knock sounded from the wooden frame and they both froze. JJ's eyes were widened with panic, his neck stuck within the shirt hole with one arm in and one out.
"Jump out the balcony," She whispered harshly, grabbing the boy and shoving him towards her balcony.
"What-" JJ's eyes widened almost comically, "Are you trying to kill me?!
"It's not that far down-"
"Yeah, only a two storey fall!" JJ whisper-yelled sarcastically.
"Bianca?" Lydia's voice echoed from outside, "Are you in there?"
"Yeah- one sec," She tried to steady her voice, glancing at the locked doorknob as it jiggled, "I'm changing."
JJ smirked over his shoulder, but Bianca just slapped his arm before urging him outside her window, "Would you rather break your ankles or meet my parents?" Bianca snapped.
JJ's face paled, glancing down the two storey fall, "Yeah- I'm going."
"Bianca, open the door," Lydia's voice came through uncharacteristically low.
