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XXV. break into a million pieces
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Nobody dared to say a word as JJ drove in a fury. Kiara sat next to Dylan and they exchanged a worried stare. JJ was impulsive. Reckless. He often didn't think about how his reckless decisions would affect his friends. They watched as he took a turn and pulled into the yard of trailer home with a messy front yard. "Welcome to crackhead wasteland." Sarah commented with disgust.
Dylan peered out the window. "I feel like Spencer Reid just being here."
"Dude, why are we at Barry's?" Pope asked the driver but JJ's motive was anything but good.
"This'll only take a second." He replied and got out of the van.
"JJ, hold on." Dylan called out, feeling very worried for her friend.
"Where are you going?" John B shouted to him.
"Yo soy justicia!"
The group went quiet. "Did you catch any of that?" Pope questioned.
"It means I am justice." Dylan translated with a sigh. She looked between all of them and then at John B, seeing the look on his face. She knew that look. "John B, do you want me—"
"No, I got it." He told her and got of the van, walking towards the home. Between him and Dylan, they knew JJ almost better than anyone else.
The girl pulled her knees to her chest again. It was a safety tick almost, that and constantly picking at her nails. Kiara noticed her downturned expression. "D, are you okay?"
Pope and Sarah turned to her.
She lifted her head. "Oh, um. . . Yeah, i'm good." She lied.
Sarah frowned. "You've been on edge since what happened with Barry. You can talk to us, DJ."
Dylan wanted to snap at her and tell her to leave her alone but that's not who she was. She wasn't mean. The truth was ever since that day at the junkyard, she was feeling gross in her own skin. She thought any older man that she walked by was thinking about her in ways that he shouldn't. It wasn't her fault. Men were disgusting. "Um, I don't really. I just kind of. . . bleh."
