outer banks imagines

3.your just a traitor/Topper+Pope

Not requested

Fluff/angst and 🚨TW🚨

Y/N POV

betrayed that is one word I would use to describe how I feel *flashback* I went out because my parents are out of town and I needed groceries so I went to the market to get fresh fruit and some brownies once I played for those I headed back to my bike no not a motorcycle but a normal bike its easier for shorter walks and drives and less pollution so win win I put my stuff in my basket and as I'm looking around at the tourist and normals I see topper I walk to where he is and see my best friend Sarah cameron I go over to them and walk around some of the necklace stands and see them both leaning in towards each other they kiss and I physically feel my heart break in two no not two millions of pieces

"what the fuck"

I say quite loudly because the sales clerk and a couple moms look at me

they both pull away from each other and their eyes immediately widen as they see me

topper is the first to speak

"y/n what are you doing here I thought you said you have to clean out your room since your parents are out of town"

(rambling ass piece of shit)

"I already cleaned my room out and I came out to get fruit for the smoothies I was going to make for us"

now the bitch decides to speak

"y/n it isn't what it looks like I swear"

I roll my eyes

"really because it looks like the both of you are assholes and topper is cheating on me with my best friend and my best friend is fucking my boyfriend behind my back so sarah I think it is what it looks like you know what I don't want either of you to try and contact me I don't know you guys anymore"

I turn away and start to walk out of the shop and towards my bike I get on my bike and start pedaling I feel tears start to cloud my vision and they start flowing down my face not one at a time just continuously flowing down my face my nose stuffed up I pull up to my house unlock the door and throw the groceries on the counter I go straight to my room and on my bed I lay face down and cry my heart out sobbing as I replay the whole thing in my mind again and again wondering why me was I not good enough why am I not good enough I mean who wouldn't leave me for Sarah Cameron she's perfect perfect body perfect hair perfect tan everything I don't have after about two hours of crying I sit up and wipe my eyes mascara all over my face puffy red eyes and face nose stuffed hair knotted and heart broken I look up at my phone I had put it on silent as soon as it started blowing up I see Sarah and topper posted on instagram I guess they don't care about me because it was a picture of them on the boat kissing I almost cry and then remember I'm not going to let a boy like that ruin my life I stand up and go into my room I look in the mirror and sigh I strip of my clothes and get in the shower washing everything off my face and then once I'm clean I get out and grab my towel I pick out an outfit and put it on I go back to my bathroom and put on mascara a bit of chapstick and put on all my bracelets and a necklace I go to and put my socks and converse high tops on I walk down the stairs grab my house key lock the door and keep walking I take out my earbuds and phone turning on my vibing playlist I start walking to the cut I go for the beach their beach is peaceful not a bunch assholes running around drunk as I'm walking vibing to my music I hear tires screeching an a lot of yelling I turn my head and see headlights coming straight for me I scream and feel the front hit my hip forcing my whole body to the ground I hit my head on the road and starts seeing spots everywhere I hear panicked voices and a bunch of people talking

"holy shit jb you just killed a hot girl"

"she isn't dead jj she isn't dead right pope"

I feel fingers touching my neck checking my pulse

"no she isn't just knocked out"

"holy shit we just hit a girl"

"calm down kie she is fine let's just get her in the car jj help me carry her to the twinkie"

"got it sergeant johnny boy"

I feel hand lifting me up and then I hear a car door opening I feel by back make contact with a soft cushion most likely a seat something soft being placed under my head I hear the car door closing and someone sitting next to my head and someone next to my feet

"alright let's just take her to the chateau and get her fixed up"

"okay that'll be best"

my head starts to feel light and I black out I wake up in a strange room my hip feels like shit I sit up groaning in the process as my his feels like a thousand knives being stabbed in it at once I hear voices outside the room and stand up it hurts like shit but walk to the door and open it the door creaks Lou's and I hear the voices stop I see a bunch of teenagers sitting in a couch one smoking a joint with blonde floppy hair a girl with a bead choker a guy with a bandana around his throat and a really cute guy with a backwards hat

"well you guys got a staring problem or some shit"
I say what I can't hello it when I'm nervous I use humour the blonde one laughs and points at me shaking his finger

"john b can we keep her she's feisty"

"jj do you even know her name"

"no but hey feisty felicia what's your name"

"y/n y/n y/l/n"

all of their eyes widen the girl is the next one to speak

"aren't you dating topper and best friends with sarah cameron"

"well I was but not anymore"

"why not"

'he was cheating on me with her"

"oh shit"

"yeah but his dick was small anyways"
they all laugh the cute guy stands up

"guys I need to check her hip real quick and make sure it doesn't get infected''

"ok"

"ok doctor pope I'll be here smoking my joint''

"I have to go pick up some fishing gear well me and jj do so bye"

"wait jb let me finish the joint"

"finish it in the car"

"you boys know what I'll come to"

"ok bye pope"
they all wave bye and head to the bug bus driving off I turn to the cute guy known as pope he isn't in his spot anymore I hear clatter in what I think is the kitchen I go towards it and see him grabbing a first aid kit he turns around and sees me

"can you sit on the couch I need to clean your wound"

"yeah sure"I sit on the couch and pull my shirt up only to my hip because I'm conscious

"you have to pull it up further so it doesn't get caught when I do the stitches"

I sigh and pull it off cursing myself for wearing a blue lace bra

"thanks"
he awkwardly fixes my hip avoiding eye contact you can tell he probably hasn't ever seen a girl shirtless before
he finishes fixing my hip and says I can put my shirt back on I put it back on and I don't know how it happens but we end up cuddling on the couch watching sixteen candles my head on his chest his arm around me and for some reason I feel safe I didn't get this feeling with topper so if I met my soulmate by getting hit by his friend with a bug bus called twinkie then that's one hell of a story and I'm glad that this random boy named pope was in that car and I'm glad that his friends are stupid.