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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"No effing way!" Kiara yelled, pacing on the front porch of the Chateau.
Bianca rolled her eyes from the couch with JJ's arm slung over her shoulder while Pope sat on the arm of the chair. Of course Kiara would throw a temper tantrum, it was expected of the girl– she was a loose cannon, always had been. Sarah watched with a nonchalant expression, though Bianca could tell she was slightly bothered by the way she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
"You brought them here? So what? They're in on this now? You know, I don't remember taking a vote!" The Carrera girl continued her rant, "This is our thing- a Pogue thing!"
"I gotta say, I'm just a tad bit uncomfortable with all this," Pope muttered.
"When are you not uncomfortable?" John B replied in frustration, his cast flailing in the air.
"I dunno- I rode here on the back of JJ's bike pretty comfortably," The boy huffed back.
"It's true," JJ nodded, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish expression, "Most relaxed I've ever seen him."
"You know we were all extremely comfortable until you guys brought them here," Kiara narrowed her eyes at the two boys in question.
"Stop talking about us like we're not here," Sarah interrupted, glaring at the girl across from her.
"Then leave!" Kiara raised her eyebrows pointedly.
Bianca glanced up at JJ as he subtly shook his head to tell her not to say anything. She'd been biting back comments since they reached the porch– John B had told her that it would just make things worse. But Bianca wasn't about to let Kiara shit-talk Sarah when the girl was too nice to stand up for herself.
"I told you," Sarah turned to John B, "I told you she'd get all territorial-"
Kiara glanced between the couple, "Told him what, exactly? That you're a liar-"
"No- that you're a shit talking bitch!" Bianca scowled, standing up to defend her best-friend. JJ's arm fell from around her shoulders, a hesitant expression on his face.
"Oh, shit!" Pope's eyes widened.
JJ pulled out a wad of cash, sliding it to Pope, "Money's on B," He whispered under his breath while Pope muttered, "I've got Kie."
"When have I lied!?" Sarah scoffed at the sudden outburst.
"You get close to somebody for like a month-" Kiara began.
"I didn't lie about shit!" The Cameron girl bit back.
"We all know the first time Bianca breaks a nail, rides a bus or god forbid- actually steps foot in the marsh she'll go running home!" Kiara whirled around to face the boys, "I mean, she humiliated me for a whole year and you guys are defending her right now!?"
