book 2 of 4
on the outside, looking in, bianca prescott was back to who everyone knew her as- kook princess, island royalty, who couldn't give less of a fuck about the pogues like they were poo on her jimmy choo's.
but bianca had a hit list. just...
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JJ was hungry.
Not only had he made it verbally and incessantly clear in Bianca's ear, but so did the rumbling of his stomach. It seemed that running away from security had worked up his appetite, claiming he was a growing boy and needed sustenance to continue.
Honestly, JJ would've settled for a hot dog stand if he could, but there wasn't a food stall in sight. He couldn't understand what Kooks had against fast food and anything that wasn't vegan. The only places to eat were a string of expensive-looking restaurants by the town square.
Bianca tugged the reluctant boy into one of the fancier ones, the Sicilian cuisine catching her eye. She didn't care that JJ, with his mud-speckled attire and dirt-ridden boots, seemed to stick out like a sore thumb.
By the time their food arrived, JJ's pride vanished immediately. His cravings overtook whatever desire he had to upturn his noses away from the Kooks just like they had done to him.
Bianca watched in amusement, twirling her fork in her plate while JJ scarfed down his meal like it was his last. In her ears hung the earrings they'd just stolen.
Upon feeling her gaze on him, the blond raised, "What?" He muttered, mouth still full of food. "Do I have something on my face?"
Immediately he reached for the nearby napkin, but Bianca shook her head before he could do so, "No, just admiring the view," She tilted her head, tone bordering between sarcastic and teasing.
He scoffed in mock offense, "Miss, are you trying to flirt your way into my pants?"
"Was I that obvious?" She gasped softly. "What can I say? You're just so... different. I can feel this special connection between us right away," JJ could pick up her hint between the lines. This was exactly the kind of bullshit guys said to naive girls.
"Hate to break it to you, but I'm not different at all," The blond smirked. "I'm a dick- like every other guy, just hotter."
"That kind of makes you perfect," She hummed, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth and the movement successfully diverted JJ's attention to her mouth.
JJ shook his head to snap out of his daze before he could get carried away, "So, your grandparents," His eyes flickered back to hers. "You've never met them before?"
Bianca sighed at the change in conversation, shifting uncomfortably in her seat, "No, my parents eloped without their permission and my dad's family is kinda out of the picture," JJ nodded intently as she spoke. "He'd been making it on his own pretty much all his life before he met my Mom. He actually used to mow her lawn."
"No way," JJ's mouth fell agape, unable to comprehend that murderer-extraordinaire and mastermind behind the serial killings in the Outer Banks, Michael Prescott used to be a Pogue.
