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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After Pope disappeared, the Pogues slowly began to disperse. The atmosphere had grown somber as if they were mourning a loss they couldn't yet see.
Kiara mumbled something about following after Pope while John B informed the others he'd be in his room if they needed him, exhausted after the bonfire. Bianca and JJ found themselves sitting at the end of the dock, the waning moonlight reflecting across rippling water.
It wasn't until JJ noticed the way Bianca huddled into herself did he draw her away from the edge. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at how stubborn she could be, preferring to freeze to death than admit the drop in temperature.
"Cold?" JJ mused, a smirk curving at his lips.
Finally, Bianca conceded, "Mhm," She hummed.
"Yeah," JJ drawled sarcastically, stretching his arms behind his head as he glanced out into the marsh. "Me too."
Bianca's lips parted in disbelief at the boy who, upon seeing her face, couldn't hold back his grin. JJ chuckled, removing his grey hoodie and pulling it over her head before she could protest. He took a step back to admire the way her small frame practically drowned in the material and began laughing harder at her expense.
"Shut up," Bianca narrowed her eyes, though she didn't look so intimidating when her arms didn't even poke out from the sleeves.
When JJ eventually sobered up, he took her hand, murmuring a quiet 'come here' and tugged her to the edge of the wooden hut to sit. Bianca settled between his legs with her back pressed up against his chest while the boy leaned on one of the wooden beams.
The soft buzz of the girl's phone drew her out of her thoughts, pulling out the device and glancing at the lit-up screen. She frowned, wondering who could've been texting her at one in the morning.
"Who is it?" JJ placed gentle kisses on her jaw before resting his chin on her shoulder.
"Sarah," Bianca mumbled, reading the message next to the blonde girl's name.
Sarah asked if she and the others were okay to which Bianca texted her a quick response, informing her that everything was fine and so was everyone else. She didn't bother explaining what happened with Renfield, not wanting to worry Sarah further especially considering everything that happened at the bonfire.
Bianca sighed, placing her phone back into the pocket of JJ's hoodie. She knew Sarah didn't want her and John B's break-up to affect her relationship with the Pogues, but it was making this way more complicated than it should've been. Bianca couldn't help but wish that her best friend was with her and after the text, she could tell Sarah wanted the same.
