In which loving Rafe was like driving a new maserati down a dead end street, passion in the wind and it's so suddenly.
'It wasn't the violence what scared her, it was the fact that whatever he did she knew that she'd still love him anyway.'
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The smell of JJ's blunt filling my nostrils and intoxicating my lungs caused me to gain consciousness, the warm golden sun stroked against my exposed skin warming me up. A small sigh left my lips as my eyes fluttered open, I squinted them a little due to the newly found light before opening them fully and sitting up slightly.
My eyes fell onto JJ who was as assumed, smoking a blunt, John B beside him waxing his older than him surfboard. "Hey." I mumbled softly my voice to arose due to last nights events.
Flashback-
"Drink, drink, drink." JJ chanted to me, as I gulped the fiery substance down, ignoring Popes reasons on how alcohol ruins the body. For now I just want to loose control of myself, even if it's just for a little while.
End flashback-
"Morning Princess, have a good nights sleep?" JJ smirked causing my eyes to roll, John B reached over to me with a glass of water, I thanked him before taking a few big sips then placing it down.
"No, your snoring was damaging, to my dreams." I bored out, JJ gave me an exasperated look of shock as he stared at me oddly. "I don't snore." He whined pushing his bottom lip out as a 4 year old does. "Whatever helps you sleep at night J." I smiled standing up now, I pulled my flower sundress over my body to cover my bikini.
"Hurricane Agatha is about to hit soon, I better get home and face my dad to help him cover are house or else he'll loose it more than what he's going to when I get back. If I can't get in touch with you know I'm dead." I joked earning an eye roll from the two boys I learned to call my best friends.
The blond ones name is JJ Maybank, my best friend since 4th grade ever since we stole cookies off of the Thornton's and made Topper cry.
He's the reckless one out of us five, he's a pretty closed off book when it comes to his dad Luke, but he's the one who holds us all together, without him we wouldn't be whole. Growing up he stayed at mine a lot or John B's, secretly at mine and openly at JB's. When shit hit the fan, he knew he could always come to us.
Then there's John Booker Routledge, my best friend since the end of 3rd grade, I can't remember how we met, I just remember it being weird at the start. He's like a brother to me, more than my own. His dad - Big John Routledge - went missing at see last summer, it's are mission to find him.
He's are leader, keeps us all in line and makes sure me and JJ don't do too stupid shit that we can't get out of. He's a peace keeper.
Thirdly, Pope Hayward, his dads some fish seller, beats me. I've never really understood Heywards job, but whatever makes him happy. Pope is the brains of everything, he's also the only smart one out of us.
Merit scholarship and all. He's got a bright future Pope, it's just getting there that's hard. But like I said he's the smart one, smarter than most people at my school.
