𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 , 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍
𝟗:𝟓𝟎 - 𝟏𝟕:𝟒𝟒
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JJ's driving, he doesn't trust any of us to actually take him to Barry's. We all know it's a bad idea, so does he, but he feels like he needs to do it as revenge. Once JJ Maybank has his mind set on something, there's no possible way to convince him not to do it.

Kie's arms are wrapped around me in a gentle hug. None of them had forgotten how Barry had attacked me, but JJ's sudden outburst had over shadowed it slightly, which I was almost grateful for.

I know they're all thinking the same thing while they stare at me, confused. They just want to know how he knew me, and why'd he claimed he knew me so well. I would be baffled as well, they believe they know everything about mine and Rafe's relationship, they don't.

"Welcome to crackhead Wasteland." I grumble, staring out the window at the large trailer I'd spent too many hours in only a few months previous. I lean forward, curving my head around the front seats to see JJ as he parks up the van, "J, why are we at Barry's?"

"This'll only take a second," He mumbles in response, not even being bothered to answer my question as he climbs out.

Kiara slides the side door open, letting us watch carefully as he jogs quickly over to the trailer, slipping inside. Pope turns to me, eyebrows furrowed, "You should probably—"

I rise up and hop over the cushions before stepping out of the Twinkie nodding, "Yeah, I know. I got it."

"I'm coming with you," John B calls rushing quickly after me.

I roll my eyes, fighting the urge to shout at him to go back but we carry on inside in search of JJ. The house is wrecked, just like you'd expect a drug dealer's place to be. Nothings organised, none of the dishes are washed, bottles of beer cover the floor, almost tripping me over.

I head straight to the kitchen, noticing JJ taking through cupboards frantically while grumbling to himself, "I know you got a stash around here somewhere."

"JJ," I sigh but he completely blanks me and waltzed across the living room, causing me to turn on my heel at his movements, "This is stupid."

"Yeah, so what's your plan, slick?" My brother stands beside me, his head tilted while the blonde lifts up sofa cushions, revealing pieces of mouldy food and squashed cigarettes.

"Well, as thou hath stealeth form us," He flashes John a glance, not even carrying to look in my direction, "we shall stealeth from ye."

"That kind of got lost in translation," John B scratches the back of his neck in confusion.

"An eye for an eye, JB." I tell him, causing him to nod in understanding.

JJ hums, "What the girl said."

The girl? The girl.

I furrow my eyebrows at his words, my jaw clenching as I refrain from lashing back out at him for treating me like some touron he banged on a Saturday night, whose name he didn't catch.

My brother steps in front of JJ, stopping his actions, "Yeah, that's great, JJ. But what happens after you rob a drug dealer, huh? He knows who we are!"

The blonde scoffs, pushing past the other pogue and waltzing into the back bedroom, "I'm not scared of this guy."

John B rolls his eyes and remains still in the kitchen but I follow JJ into the messy bedroom that he's somehow ruined even more, "JJ, will you fucking stop? This," I point at him as he pours a bag of cash out, "Is just going to getting us into deeper shit. We don't need deeper shit right now."

For the first time in minutes, he peers up at me, only for a second before looking down at the money again, "What don't you understand, Ava? He deserves this. That motherfucker had the nerve to touch you and think he could just get away with it. Yeah, well, I'm not letting that happen."

He piles the wads of cash back into the bag after counting them and pushes roughly past me to re-enter the kitchen. I huff in annoyance before doing the same thing, my finger tapping furiously against my leg.

"Took care of business," He smirks.

John B grips his shoulders, holding him still, "Hey, look at me. If you keep going down this road, you're gonna end up just like your dad."

JJ flinches at his words, his hand flying up to grip my brother's collar tightly, his jaw clenched while he seethes, "You watch your mouth, man. Aren't you tired of being messed with?"

I swallow thickly and feel almost awkward just standing there watching the two mumble back and forth. But, I stay still, wanting to know how it plays.

"That's not the point, JJ."

"Cause I am. I'm really fucking tired." He snarls, dropping the fabrics of John B's shirt before swiftly moving around him to the front door, "Alright, so we're looking at five grand each for reparations for putting us through that bullshit." JJ hops down the steps, striding over to the group, "Sorry about that y'all."

My brother and I jog over, shaking our heads to the rest as they glance at us in questioning. Kiara furrows her eyebrows, "So that's what we're doing now? We're robbing drug dealers."

"Barry's gonna find out, J." I sigh, "And he's gonna fucking come for us, all of us. He's capable of more than you think."

"Yes, he is." Pope nods, glaring at the blonde, "This is not time to start wilin' out."

"How'd you like having a gun pulled on you?" JJ snaps loudly.

John B pushes himself in-front of the angered pogue, slowly shoving him back, "Relax."

"How'd you like watching Ava get fucking strangled?" His voice breaks as he continues, his jaw clenched, "Cause I hated it. I hated watching and not being able to do shit!"

"Look at me." John B snarls, causing JJ to roll his jaw, "We've gotta go get the the gold, okay? Just give me that shit. You can go back to fucking my whore sister after, alright?"

My mouth falls open and Kiara gasps quietly, her hand flying up to her mouth at his harsh, unnecessary words.

Suddenly, JJ smashes my brother into the van, fists curled around John B's shirt, "Take that back."

"Do you feel like a tough guy? Huh?"

"Take-that-back." He repeats, "What is it with you and treating her like shit? She's done nothing but fucking support you, and now you're calling her a 'whore'." He scoffs, "Says the boy who's kissed and tried to get in the pants of three different girls in the past two weeks! So, take it back."

My brother remains silent, his lips forming a flat line while his eyes refuse to leave JJ's angry ones. The blonde pushes him back again before marching into the Twinkie, placing himself down in the stool, still fiddling with the bag of money. The rest of us stay still, my hand tapping against my leg.

"You guys getting in or what?" He shouts.

"JJ," I say quietly, sending him a sympathetic look, my head tilted as he peers up at me, his lip quivering.

He shakes his head before rushing out again, his hands resting on his hips as he glances around at us all, "What?"

"We're sick of your shit." John B replies, stepping forward.

"Oh, my shit?" He laughs, "Says the boy who just called his own sister a fucking whore."

"Yes, JJ," Kie speaks up, our heads turning to her, "You're pulling guns on people shit."

"You acting like a freaking maniac—" Pope begins.

"I took the fall for you, man!" JJ yells, "Know how much I owe because of you?"

"I'm gonna pay you back, and I didn't ask you to do that!" Pope replies, his voice now raising as well.

"I just did!" JJ marches forward, stopping inches from his face, "Pay it back. Right here, right now, by myself." He looks around at the rest of us, his eyes lingering in my shocked form a moment longer before he snatches the bag of money from the Twinkie, "That's exactly what I'm gonna do." He mumbles to himself, beginning to walk away, "Go off by myself."

"JJ," I step forward, rushing to follow him.

Kiara shakes her head, placing a hand on my shoulder, "Just let him go."

I whirl around, my eyes wide as I look at their still forms, "What the fuck? You're just leaving him, really? He's doing the right thing. For once he's doing something for himself, because all he ever does is help us." I laugh lowly, "Some friends you guys are."

Without hearing their replies, I run after JJ, shouting his names until I'm finally by his side, glancing up at his glaring nostrils and clenches jaw, "JJ, I'm sorry." I sigh.

He shakes his head, pursing his lips in attempt not to cry, "You have nothing to apologise for. Just don't understand why they treat us like shit."

I nod, biting my lip before slowly slipping my hand into his. He peers down at me, trying his best to form a smile but instead just squeezes our hands together more.

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shit sorry I haven't updated in a bit.
had a proper busy week