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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"Wow,"
Bianca hummed, her chin leaning on her hand as she glanced down into the marsh below where the moonlight reflected in the rippled water. She leaned forward with her arm over the edge, imagining grazing her fingers against the cool water.
"Hey, guess what?" She heard Sarah giggle from beside her, "Would you rather have- I was imagining this just now- it was pretty funny, would you rather have nipples for eyes or eyes for nipples?"
"Imagine if you get really old and your boobs get saggy, and your nipples, if they were your eyes-" Bianca chimed in, turning around to lean her back on the side of the boat across from Sarah and Kiara, "-You could see if your shoes were untied."
Sarah began giggling uncontrollably at this while Kiara maintained her vacant expression, eyes narrowed at the two, "Is this like your first time smoking or something?"
Bianca shook her head quickly, muttering a solemn, "No," Even though she was clearly lying. It wasn't that she never got the chance, after all, kook parties were the worst offenders when it came to substance abuse- no one should give trust fund babies that much money and all the freedom in the world to use it. But, Bianca never liked how Rafe got when he was high, so she refrained from it, until now that is.
"Hey, Kiara-" The blonde piped up after a few moments of the girls sitting in silence.
"Oh my god," The Carrera girl finally snapped, "Enough of the 'hey, Kiara,' bullshit!"
Bianca felt taken back by the girl's outburst, the only light illuminating them being the moon and a small lantern between them. If they were about to have a heart-to-heart, Bianca didn't know if she was up to it. Maybe it was cottonmouth, but the girl's lips seemed to have sealed themselves shut- whatever comebacks and insults seemed to evaporate with the summer heat.
"Why'd you do it?" Kiara glowered over at Sarah, eyes darting between the two girls.
Sarah began fiddling with her thumbs, "Why did I do what?"
"We were best friends," Kiara sent a daunting glance at Bianca, "We stole wine from your Mom's cabinet, beers from your dad's fridge," She turned to Sarah, "We watched movies together, we cried about boys and the next thing I know I'm watching you two party at Sarah's birthday party from Instagram."
"It was one party," The Cameron girl rolled her eyes.
"You invited everyone, except me," Kiara scoffed, "And then told everyone I was the reason the party got busted."
"Okay, but who else would've called the cops?" Bianca scowled.
"You never asked," Kiara interjected, "You just let the rumour go that I was a rat-"
