book 1 of 3
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 placed his beer into cup stand of the hot tub, legs dipped into the now cold water, the floaties half deflated and lying aimlessly by his calves. He glanced over at Bianca, who refused to get her feet wet, but stood beside him nevertheless.
There were unspoken words between them, that after last night, wondering about labels and defining what they were was the least of their worries. Bianca wanted to make sure JJ was okay and JJ wanted to be sure Bianca was fine. And for once, both of them wanted exactly the same thing.
"How's it feeling?" Pope was testing the mechanism to hoist the boys down into the well. Kiara sat in the bucket while the boy moved the lever.
"Feels good," The Carrera girl called from her position in the air, looking at the group.
"John B pullin' a Houdini," JJ announced as Pope began leveraging Kiara down to the ground.
"Yeah, where is he?" Bianca chimed in, brows creased together at the brunette boy's absence.
"I got my scholarship interview tomorrow," Pope added, "We gotta get this done."
"We will, Po,'" Bianca began encouragingly, but she was cut off when JJ interjected.
"Speak of the devil- hey!" The blond called and Bianca followed his gaze to where John B was heading into the Chateau, head hung low, "Dude, I set up the entire winch to pull up the gold and everything."
Pope scoffed, "No he did not- I did that."
Bianca frowned when John B didn't stop walking, he didn't even acknowledge the group. Only when he got closer did they notice his dishevelled appearance, hair windblown and his shirt half ripped.
"Hey, John B-" Kiara called after him as the group followed him into the Chateau. By the time they'd stepped through the door, John B was rummaging through the shelves, bits and pieces clattering loudly to the floor.
"Hey- you alright, man? What's up?" Pope tried, standing behind where the boy had just slammed the cupboard door shut.
"John B- what's wrong?" Bianca frowned at his erratic behaviour.
"What are you looking for?" Kiara questioned, her voice laced with worry.
"Bro, what's going on, man?" JJ muttered.
Bianca's breath hitched in her throat when John B pulled out the gun from the corner of the couch, where JJ had stashed it before they tried to pawn the gold off.
"John B- what do you need the gun for?" JJ narrowed her eyes at him, "Talk to us!" He interjected, trying to hold him back before John B abruptly shoved JJ away who fell onto the couch.
