Your POV
"Is anyone up to catching some waves? I'm bored.", Kiara whined, who lay on the hammock next to me. I felt her shift, but I kept my eyes closed, as I enjoyed the calming feeling of swinging from side to side.
"I'm in.", I heard JJ answer, followed by John B and Pope who both agreed right away.
"You're in, Y/N?", John B asked and I slowly opened my eyes. I turned my head into the direction of where the boys sat under the tree right next to us, all lazily sitting around and having a beer. Shaking my head no, I closed my eyes again.
"No, I'm going dress shopping with Sarah and my mum.", I replied calmly and thought, that if I'd stay in that hammock any longer, I'd fall asleep. Sitting up, I stretched a little, while Kiara looked at me.
"Oh, right, I forgot. The deb tea is tomorrow, right?", she asked and I nodded my head, before I yawned and swung my legs over the hammock.
"Deb tea?", Pope asked and I turned to look at him, noticing, that the boys looked at me with a confused expression on their faces.
"Yeah. My parents made me attend the debutante ball this year.", I explained and watched Pope grimace at me, while I heard John B chuckle in the background.
"That sucks, what did you do?", John B asked amused, knowing, that I would never attend this kind of event by my free will.
"Why don't you ask your best friend?", I said and rolled my eyes, thinking back of why I even got into this situation. All eyes wandered to JJ, who innocently shrugged his shoulders.
"I might have prattled away, that her job at the café was a cover up to go surfing with us, while she was grounded last time.", JJ admitted quietly and I heard the pogues groan. The thing with JJ was, he was a really great friend. Really. And he was good with secrets and advices. But he seemed to lose that ability, as soon as he stood in front of an adult. Seriously, that boy had a problem with authorities. He either didn't respect them at all, or, in the case of my parents, he had so much respect, that he ended up like a little, scared, nervous child. I mean, most of the time, it was very amusing to watch. That was, until he busted the lie I had told my parents a few weeks ago.
"Yeah, ok, I know I messed up. But don't blame me for that debutante shit. You had a choice.", JJ said kind of offended and I raised my eyebrows. He had acted like that since I had told him about the debutante ball.
"Uhm yeah. The choice between working for my dad all summer or to attend the ball, but still have enough time to hang out with you guys. Why are you acting, like I took the wrong choice?", I replied and noticed how the pogues looked back and forth between me and JJ, all very interested in the argument.
"Because it's the biggest shit ass kook event that takes place on this island. It's worse than midsummers, dude. I don't know how you can support that shit.", JJ complained and took a sip from his beer. Kind of angrily, I stood up and looked down on him.
"Ok, so, do you want me to work for my dad all summer? You do know, that I'd spent most of my time on the mainland then?", I asked and put my hands on my hips.
"Yeah, exactly, I think that's a pretty good idea. Most of us have to work, you know. It's what pogues do. But the kook princess, of course, chooses the easy way." I would never admit it in front of the pogues, especially in front of JJ, but his words did hurt me. I stayed quiet for a moment, too shocked by his words, before I suddenly turned angry. He always did this. And the way he acted so cold and mean, since he got to know about the debutante ball, just made it worse. And I wasn't having it anymore.
"Fuck you, JJ. It's always so easy for you to hate on the kooks. You're always so fast to judge me, or even Kie and Sarah, whenever we do something, that you can't understand. But in reality, you don't know shit, JJ. You don't even try to see things from our point of view. We did not ask to be born rich, alright? We did not ask for this life. And yeah, we may be born with privileges, but it also comes with responsibilities. And you don't know how it feels to keep up with that life, with all those responsibilities and expectations, when in reality, you don't care about any of that. It sucks. Alright? And what sucks even more is, that you make us feel like shit about it. The way you remind us, that we aren't real pogues, just shows us, that we don't really belong anywhere and that fucking hurts, alright? So, fuck you.", I ranted and quickly grabbed my bag off the floor, before throwing it over my shoulder.
