JJ Maybank imagines

revenge

revenge: pope, jj, and y/n head off to deliver groceries for heyward when y/n has a run in with rafe and topper
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this was requested <3
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The wind flowed through my hair as Pope drove his dads boat towards Figure-8, JJ and I had offered to help him since we had nothing better to do today. We were delivering groceries, a simple job that would earn us all a little extra cash. As we sailed through the water I found myself in awe-struck and how beautiful these houses were, they were mansion like.

"Whatcha thinking about?" JJ asked as he made his way over to me. I shielded my eyes from the sun with my hand as I looked up at him. Pieces of his blonde hair were slipping in front of his eyes and he pushed them back with his hand.

"How nice it must be to live in these houses." I replied, "Their pockets are loaded and we don't even have air conditioning." I looked away from him as we neared the dock and stood up, keeping my leg pressed against the bench seat for balance.

"Jealous of them?" He asked, his words laced with worry. Years ago when my parents divorced I had the choice of living in the cut with my mom or in Figure-8 with my dad. To me it was a no brainer, I chose living with my mother in a heartbeat.

"Absolutely not," I smiled at him. Pope docked the boat and JJ tied the rope so the boat wouldn't drift away. Pope handed out separate groceries to deliver. I had to deliver to come fancy golf place while the guys went off somewhere else. It should be a quick in and out.

"You sure you don't want me to come with you?" JJ asked and I shook my head 'no'. They had far more groceries to carry and Pope needed the extra set of hands. I only had two bags and a box of drinks.

"For the third time, I'm fine." I reassured him by leaning over and giving him a kiss. Since our hands were full of grocery bags I had to lean over them, "Don't get lost now, boys, this is the last order of the day then we're surfing til the sun goes down."

"Yes, ma'am." Pope said. I began walking down the dock first and we split ways when we reached the end of it.

I followed the sandy path towards the golf club and hummer quietly to myself. The feeling of the sun beating down onto my back felt nice, almost like a hands-free massage.

"What do we have here," The voice of Rafe Cameron echoed through my ears and I looked at him in disgust as him and Topper came near me. Rafe held his golf club out to point at the box of drinks I was holding under my arm, "I'll take those."

I stepped to the side and attempted to ignore them but my efforts failed when Topper walked in front of me, blocking my path, "They're already paid for." I told them sternly. Rafe let out a unamused, dry laugh.

"Perfect, so they're free." He joked and went to grab them but I pulled away, "Don't be difficult."

"Fuck off and I won't have to be." I threatened. The dynamic duo shared a look, Rafe looking annoyed and Topper giving him a questioning look, almost as if he was wondering his next move.

"We have no drinks," Rafe continued, "and it's hot as hell out here."

"That's not my problem, dick, now move." I attempted to brush past them again but Rafe swung his golf club and ripped the bag that was holding the groceries and everything fell into the sand. Great, this will be fun to explain to Heyward.

"C'mon, man." Topper tried pushing Rafe away from me while I bent down to grab all the items and squeeze them into the other bag, "She's useless."

"She's a pogue," Rafe said to Topper, "No trash on our side of the island." Before I could react or even attempt to defend myself Rafe swung his golf club again, this time it hit the side of my ribs which sent me to the ground.