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-ˏˋ RICH GIRL ˊˎ

CHAPTER TWO ⎯ guns blazin

MONET RUBBED HER glossed lips together as she stared into the rear-view mirror of her car. The Alderidge teen pushed her sunglasses onto the top of her head as she awaited on her best friend.

Growing impatient, she internally groaned and lifted the joint that was plucked between her fingers up to her lips. She tapped her freshly done nails against the crisp paint of her car and listened to the rhythmic pattern.

Finally, seeing a head of blonde hair blow through the soft, North Carolina breeze, Monet rose her eyebrows sarcastically and turned to face the passenger side of her car.

"Took your fucking time, Princess Sarah. Need me to get you anything, your highness?" Monet quipped before she let her gaze flit up and down the blonde's figure. "Cute dress."

Sarah gave her best friend a deadpanned stare and glared at her for a moment. It was a clear, known fact that the two had very different styles and taste. "I'm gonna pretend you actually meant that, so thank you."

"You're welcome," Monet muttered to herself. The car journey was silent for the most part, other than Monet's music and, now, the aggravating sound of Sarah texting on her phone.

Monet reached forward to turn her music down before she turned to Sarah and gave her a look. "Tell me Topper isn't coming," she groaned, giving the blonde a pleading stare.

Sarah rose her hands in defence, after placing her phone down in her lap. "I'm sorry! He asked if I was going and I said yeah ... he offered to drive us! Look at it this way, you won't have to walk back wasted as Hell, it's a win-win if you ask me!"

"Considering Topper's going I'd hardly say that's a win-win," Monet grumbled under her breath. She felt Sarah's glare before she even turned, when she finally did face her best friend, Monet shrugged innocently. "What? You and I both know anywhere Topper is, Rafe is. I'm sorry I don't want to deal with your freaky ass brother."

Sarah opened her mouth to retort something only to clasp her lips shut and slowly nod in agreement. "Yeah, okay. Fair point," Sarah muttered as they pulled into Monet's extravagant drive. "I already told him to leave you alone, but you know Rafe, he doesn't listen to me ⸻ or anyone."

Monet scoffed humourlessly as she began parking the car. "You're telling me."

It was only a few minutes later, Sarah and Monet found themselves sauntering through the latter's house. A wide smile pulled at Sarah's rosy cheeks as Marisol rushed toward her in joy, the older woman squeezed her cheeks with her fingers before the blonde could even greet her.

"Ay! Sarah, look at you." Marisol gushed, an elated look painted across her face. "Why don't you come see me anymore, huh?"

Before the blonde teen could reply, Monet answered for her as she passed the pair and made her way over to the fridge ⸻ pulling out a soda. "Cause her boyfriend is glued to her ass, Mari," Monet grinned sassily, she rose her eyebrows innocently as the older woman looked to her and back to Sarah with a shocked expression on her face.

"You're still with ... Ay! What is he called? Topher?" Marisol's brows creased, forming a V shape as she quite literally wore her confusion.

Sarah let out a small snort of amusement and slowly shook her head as she looked down at the woman. "Topper," she gently corrected. "But yeah, we're still together."

Marisol tutted and shook her head as she sauntered off further into the kitchen, urging Sarah to do the same. The Ramirez woman grabbed a dish cloth and swatted Monet on the thigh with the material, forcing her to jump off the counter top with a grumble of complaint.

"You two need to stop messing around with these boys." The woman shook her head. "First my little Monet with that JJ and now my Sarah with ..."

"Topper."

"Topper." The woman enunciated slowly with a nod, a scowl of distain laid on her face before she fully turned to face the teenagers. "What kind of name is that, hm? At least JJ is somewhat of an actual name."

"O-kay," Monet rolled her lips into her mouth at the sound of his name coming up once again. It was one thing Marisol knew about the ... situation, JJ and Monet had, but her bringing it up? That was another story. It made her physically cringe.

Sarah, noticing her best friend's growing discomfort, allowed a smug smirk to pull at her lips as she slyly looked between Monet and Marisol. "Yeah, how are things with JJ?"

The Alderidge teen narrowed her eyes at the girl. "Non-existent," Monet snapped, earning the other two to raise their brows.

Marisol chuckled lowly and glanced over at Sarah, the Ramirez woman lowered her voice teasingly and whispered over to the blonde, "She made the poor boy go home during the hurricane. No heart, I tell you."

Sarah gasped dramatically and held a hand over her heart. "Monet. That's just ... horrible! That boy is so kind to you and you treat him like-"

Monet pursed her lips and tilted her head aside as she pulled out two bottles of beer from the fridge. "Didn't you cheat on Denny with Topper?"

Sarah blinked. "I ... I see your point."

Marisol looked between the two with a dumbfounded look on her face before she rolled her eyes and shooed them off with her hands. "Now, shoo, get out of my kitchen before I take those beers and ground you two for underage drinking."

"Yeah, okay, Mari," Monet retorted sarcastically and shot the brunette woman a warm smile before she and Sarah exited the kitchen. Just then, a car honk sounded out and Monet peaked through the window ⸻ finding Topper's Jeep in the driveway, filled with rowdy teenage boys.

Oh, yay.

Monet discreetly made a praying hand gesture before she moved to pull open the front door, only for another hand to grasp it. She inhaled deeply and looked over at her brother with a glare painted across her face. "You're kidding me," she deadpanned.

Nate let a sly smirk pull at his lips as he shook his head. "We going or what?" He asked his sister rhetorically before he looked down at the blonde stood beside her. "Hey, Sarah."

"Uh, hi," the blonde smiled awkwardly.

Monet, on the other hand, kept her glare on her brother intact, but she didn't say anything, there was no point. Either way, he'd be coming and arguing with him would only make him more pleased with himself.

The teenage girl shook her head and pulled open the door with a childish huff.

"Just get in the Goddamn car, Nate."

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After having to endure a car journey, albeit a short one, with her brother, Sarah, Topper, Kelce and Rafe, Monet was positive she wanted to end her life there and then, perhaps she would drown herself in the ocean ⸻ at least that'd put her out of her misery.

Once Monet was far enough from them, she practically ran to get a drink ⸻ though, her sullen mood had worsened as her gaze set on JJ and John B, who stood beside one of the kegs.

"Well, well," JJ called out teasingly before Monet even had the chance to pretend she hadn't seen him. "If it isn't my favourite Kook."

A fake smile pulled at the girl's lips and a sarcastic expression painted across her face. "JJ," she greeted dryly before her gaze flitted over to the boy with the wild, mousy hair. "Hey, John B."

The boy in question furrowed his brows, a confused, yet scared, look crossed his face. "Uh, hi ... Monet." John B all but stuttered out.

JJ rolled his eyes and scoffed as he looked between them. Why the Hell was John B so scared of her? She was just one girl ... one skinny boned teenage girl with the look of Satan in her eye.

"Beer?" JJ asked with raised eyebrows, but Monet merely narrowed her eyes at him, his amused smirk only made her feel uneasy. "Or is that not fancy enough for you? You know, we could always go down to the Club, grab the scotch ... would that be better for you, your highness?"

"Funny," Monet deadpanned as she took the red cup in hand and drank a sip of the bitter liquid. "Where's Pope?"

"Looking for your boyfriend?" JJ's lips uptugged teasingly, his eyes held a certain look in them that Monet couldn't place ⸻ but the smirk that sat on his lips, she recognised.

The Alderidge teen merely rolled her eyes at his mocking tone and glanced over at a John B. "Have you seen him?"

John B only lifted a shoulder in a shrugging motion ⸻ he hadn't a clue either. Great. Monet signed in irritation and nodded before she snatched the drink out of JJ's hand.

The blond rose his hands in mocking surrender with narrowed eyes. But as the girl turned, making an exit before things got uncomfortable, JJ decided for both him and Monet, that the conversation wasn't over just yet.

Oh, how Monet wished to drop dead.

"Do you want something?" Monet asked as she spun on her feet, stopping in front of the teenage boy.

Only JJ disregarded her question and stared down at her with a teasing glint in his eyes. "Where's your boyfriend?"

Monet pursed her lips with a tilted head. "Which one?"

"Funny," JJ retorted with a sarcastic tone. "Rafe."

Monet's eyes bulged out of her head. "Okay, ew. He's like fifty, Maybank. But to answer your question, I don't know; probably torturing some poor girl."

JJ's face flitted into something of amusement and he muttered unintelligible words under his breath causing an annoyed look to cross Monet's face. Before she even had chance to question him, JJ sent her a smirk and spun on his feet ⸻ sending her a brisk wink in his exit.

Monet's eyes widened as she felt a figure come to a stand beside her. She pursed her lips as she turned, facing the oldest Cameron sibling. Fuck no. "Hey, Monet." Rafe said, a sly smirk pulling at his lips. He was definitely on something which made this conversation a whole lot more fun, not.

"What do you want, Rafe?" Monet asked, a blunt tone to her words as she narrowed her eyes up at him. She didn't like Rafe; she hated him, even. But he knew that, that's why he enjoyed their encounters; he felt like he had a hold on her, the upper hand.

He didn't, he was simply delusional.

"Ouch," he tutted playfully, but there was a dark glint in his eyes that made Monet want to throw her drink in his face. He held a hand to his heart in mock hurt and whistled. "I just wanna talk to you, okay? Nothin' wrong with that, right?"

"Aren't you like thirty?" Monet pulled a face and swirled the contents of her drink around boredly.

A far off chuckle was heard and Rafe's eyes lifted from her face for just a second ⸻ he narrowed his eyes at the sound, shooting whoever laughed a dirty look before he let his gaze fixate back onto the young teenage girl.

"Nineteen," he told her, a shady, sideways smirk sat on his crusty, dry lips.

A dry smile pulled at Monet's Dior glossed lips. "Right, and I'm still underage."

Rafe held his hands up in surrender, jokingly. "We're just talking, nothing weird about that."

Monet blinked. Why was it always her? She knew it wasn't just talking ... Rafe was always weird around her when Nate wasn't there. When she'd constantly be at Sarah's there he was ⸻ lurking around a corner, or he had to be out in the back garden whenever she was, it was weird; but she wasn't naive. She knew what it was.

"Whatever," she sighed, and turned to walk off; but Rafe caught her wrist in hand; stopping her in her tracks. She turned to face him; a glare held on her face. "I will kick you in the dick, get off-"

"Everything alright?" Her brother's voice sounded out from behind Rafe, his eyes flickered down to the tight grasp on his sister's wrist before he met her eye.

"Yeahh, everything's fine," Rafe said smoothly, releasing his grip on Monet's hand. Nate gave him a suspicious look, but nonetheless, turned to look at his sister for reassurance that she was alright. While the pair didn't have the best sibling relationship ⸻ Nate still looked out for his sister, after all, that was his job.

"Monet? You good?" He asked, raising his eyebrows in her direction.

The teenage girl's eyes flitted from her brother and to Rafe, she gave the Cameron boy a glare. "I'll be fine once you take your weird fuckin' friend." She snapped with a bite to her words before she spun on her feet and her eyes searched the Boneyard in hopes of finding Sarah, but unfortunetly for her, she came to no avail.

Her hand laced around her wrist that Rafe grabbed and a small wince appeared on her face. The asshole had grabbed her in the exact same place her father had a few days ago ⸻ she had hidden the bruise under a heap of concealer in hope that no one would see it. She had everything, but a good relationship with her father ... that was something she didn't have.

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It wasn't long before Monet was well and truly hammered, surrounded by friends ⸻ well, she wouldn't go as far as to call them friends, they were more ... people she just went to school with. But anyway, she stood within the crowd of Kooks, another red cup in hand, filled with the liquor she had bought when she bumped into JJ and Pope at the store earlier on.

Speaking of Pope, she couldn't find the little genius anywhere. She suspected he was talking some girl's ear off with facts about dead bodies. As morbid as it sounded ⸻ Monet found his little rambles on dead bodies refreshing.

But instead of finding the one person she wanted to talk to, she found the one person she wanted to stay away from. JJ stood with a group of people ... Pouges and Tourons, a beer was held in his hand and his arm was wrapped around a blonde Touron. Monet could've laughed ... they looked related but if he wanted to go there, so be it.

The deal between JJ and Monet was fickle. They liked to piss each other off ⸻ merely because it made the sex a lot better, but that wasn't the only reason. They were both competitive ... as Hell. Which probably wasn't the greatest personality trait seeing as they were both hotheads, but regardless of that, Monet liked pissing him off.

Which was why she got the bright idea to turn her attention to the brunette teen beside her. She hadn't a clue as to who she was ⸻ she must've been a Touron, Monet wasn't sure ( she went to the same school as her, oops? ). The Alderidge teen had been too occupied with looking for Pope she hadn't noticed the girl that was latched onto her arm like a leach.

But JJ had, and when she saw his eyes solely on the hand that latched around her forearm she smiled sinisterly. God, she loved pissing him off.

JJ rolled his eyes from across the Boneyard as he watched her smile sweetly at the girl. He could've scoffed, Monet all too easily charmed people and he couldn't believe they were so stupid and fell for it ⸻ but they did, fall for it, every damn time.

He watched as Monet muttered something unintelligible to the girl, a smile curled at the teenage girl's lips. JJ couldn't believe how people actually fell for her smile, it was fake, just as she was. If it was even possible, JJ's eyes rolled even harder into his head as he watched her lean in. Oh, jeez. Her fingers cupped the girl's chin as before she met her lips. Just as JJ was about to roll his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time, a voice popped out from behind him.

"Why are you just watching her, you freak?" Pope asked with a scrunched face as his eyes flitted between Monet and a, now, scowling blond.

"I'm not," JJ shrugged dismissively, but due to the deadpanned stare Pope gave him in return, he ventured for, "I'm gazing off into the sunset, man ... you know, takin' it all in."

Even JJ himself pursed his lips at his words. Seriously, dude? That's the best you could come up with? The sun wasn't even out any more for fuck's sake.

Pope responded with an unconvinced nod. "Right ... I'm sure that's what you were doing."

"You need something, Pope?" JJ asked, turning to face his best friend with narrowed eyes, the Heyward teen lifted his hands in defence and slowly shook his head, an amused grin fell upon his lips at the sight of the aggravated boy. The frustration JJ held for Pope's childhood friend never ceased to amuse him. He always got so damn defensive when it came to Monet ⸻ it was quite funny, on Pope's half, anyway.

If John B or Kiara knew about the situation between the Kook and the Pogue Pope was sure they wouldn't feel the same sentiments. Especially not Kiara. She hated Monet as much as she did Sarah, it was definitely clear as she kept sending the Alderidge teen the occasional glare.

Pope shook his thoughts aside and turned his attention back onto his best friend, he shook his head in answer. His gaze flitted back over to the teenage girl and he found her glancing their way, her soft hands still firmly placed on the girl's face, though a smug smile pulled at her lips as she met JJ's eye. The Maybank teen rolled his eyes and turned away, causing her eyes to flit to Pope. A large grin pulled at her lips when she finally caught sight of him.

Just as her hand dropped from the girl's face, she was about to make her way over to Pope, when Sarah found her way over to her best friend, stopping her in her tracks.

Monet's face pulled into an agitated one as Topper trudged over to the two girls. Pope noticed how she, not so discreetly, rolled her eyes at whatever words left Topper's lips and the Heyward teen couldn't help but crack a smile at the fact.

JJ, however, rolled his eyes, too. But his annoyance turned into a smug smirk as he watched Sarah link her arm in Monet's and forcefully drag her away, with Topper following after them.

Monet muttered curses directed at Topper under her breath, some being heard by the perky blonde beside her ⸻ eliciting in said blonde shooting her best friend pointed looks. Monet shrugged and opened her mouth to say something only for JJ Maybank himself to interrupt as he appeared in front of the three.

"Hey, Sarah!" JJ called out rather loudly, voice slurred. "Sarah, can I interest you in a tasty Milwaukee beverage?"

"No, thanks," Sarah declined with a small shake of her head and a polite smile.

"Is it not fancy enough for you, either?" When JJ turned his attention to Monet a sly smile pulled at his lips. "How about you, Monet? C'mon, I know it doesn't bother you if it ain't fancy enough-"

"JJ," Pope interrupted, with a warning tone behind his voice. They all knew JJ wasn't talking about Monet's choice of drink. Monet's eyes flickered to him suspiciously. Did he know?

"Hey, you know what?" Topper spoke up, looking between JJ and Monet before he let his gaze flit onto the Maybank. "I'll take it. Thank you, man, I appreciate it."

JJ pulled the red cup away from Topper's grasp as the dirty blond tried to reach for it. "That's nice, but I didn't ask you," JJ shook his head with a tsk. "If you said pretty please maybe, but you didn't."

"Okay, you're just being annoying now," Monet muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. "She doesn't want the drink, I don't want the drink, leave it."

But her words were only heard by Sarah, the two teenage boys didn't tear their eyes off of one another. Monet wasn't sure if they were about to start fighting or kiss.

The second option would've probably been the better decision, looking back.

Topper pursed his lips as he narrowed his eyes down onto the Maybank. "Oh, pretty please?" He asked sarcastically before he knocked the plastic cup out of JJ's hand, the awful smelling liquid spilt all down him and Monet could only watch as anger formed on his face.

A bitter scoff left JJ's lips as he used the back of his hand to wipe the beer off of his face. His jaw clenched before he harshly shoved Topper in the chest, only for him to stumble into Monet. The Alderidge teen grimaced as Topper's back hit her and she staggered back before Sarah caught her in her grasp. "Watch it, dickwad," Monet mumbled, whether it was to JJ or Topper she did not know, nor care.

"You're so funny, man," JJ said with a angered smile on his face as John B held him back, whilst Sarah turned her attention to her boyfriend, attempting to hold him back.

The last thing they needed was another fight.

"Dirty Pogues!" Topper spat, and that alone caused John B to spin on his feet and repeat JJ's actions, his hands met Topper's chest as he forcefully shoved him away. Once again, the blond fell back into Monet, only for her brother to pop up out of nowhere and push the younger boy away from his sister. Nate rolled his eyes at the fight that brewed and offered his sister a sip of his drink.

"You not gonna stop your friend?" Nate asked, glancing down at his sister before his eyes flitted back up ⸻ he watched as Sarah tried to calm her boyfriend, only for it to fail miserably as he threw a punch at John B's face.

"One; Topper is not my friend, he's yours and two; hell no, it just got interesting."

Nate couldn't help but laugh at her words.

"John B, we're supposed to be incognito, remember?" Pope called out hurriedly, rubbing a hand across his forehead as he stood beside Monet ⸻ who found herself rather amused at the stressed look on the Heyward's face.

Though, over all the shouting and cheering, Pope's words flew over John B's head and instead, he received a punch to the cheek. Sarah's voice reverberated around them as she called out for them to stop the childishness, but she went ignored.

John B fell to the ground, a kick being sent to his abdomen, a grimace accompanied his face as the saltwater stuck his clothes to his body ⸻ but he only had one thought in his head, Topper kicked like a nine year old girl.

A smug look pulled at the Thornton's face. "Hey, John B, don't make me drown you like your old man, alright?" He sent another kick to John B's shoulder, sending him back into the water and Monet couldn't help but roll her eyes, kicking a man while he's down, really? Pussy.

Just as Topper, disgustingly proud of himself, began to walk away ⸻ basking in his supposed victory, John B scrambled to his feet and tackled Topper to the ground. They threw punches at one another, ignoring the screaming coming from Sarah and the Pogues.

"Stop it, you guys!" Kiara called out from besides Pope, hands clawing at her hair anxiously. "You guys, stop!"

"C'mon Topper!" Kelce called out in encouragement from besides Sarah, earning an annoyed look from the blonde.

Topper charged at the Routlegde, he wrapped his arms around the boy and lifted him up into the air before he slammed him into the ground.

Monet's hands rubbed against her face in embarrassment, what the Hell did frosted tips think this was, WWE?

John B clawed at Topper's arm, but the blond had the upper hand. Lowering himself down into a crouch, Topper roughly gripped the back of John B's hair and held him under the water.

What. The. Fuck.

"Topper, what the fuck are you doing?!" Monet called out, only to be unheard over the screaming and chanting that loomed over the Boneyard. "Stop it, you psycho!"

"He's drowning him!" Pope's eyes widened and panic laced his voice.

No shit, Pope.

With nothing, not even hesitation, JJ rumbled through his bag before he whipped out a gun. The second the gun pressed against the back of Topper's head the beach went silent ⸻ the only sounds heard was the crashing of the waves, John B's struggling and the heavy, panicked breaths that were now leaving Topper's mouth.

"Yeah, you know what it is," JJ hissed with a clenched jaw before a small click was heard. His hands turned white due to the tight grip he held on Topper's shirt. "Your move, broski."

"Oh, dear God," Monet muttered before she looked up into the sky. Why did she even bother leaving her house anymore?

"JJ, stop!" Sarah called out, fear held in her voice as she trembled. "Put the gun down!"

"Did you say somethin', Princess?" JJ shouted back tauntingly, a smug tone to his voice.

Topper released his grip on John B with trembling hands before he raised them. "We're good. We're good. Alright? C'mon, man." A short breath of relief left Topper's mouth as JJ released the gun from his skull.

"Kie! Can you check your psycho friend, please?!" Sarah called out as she helped her boyfriend up to his feet.

Monet pulled a face, but nonetheless kept her mouth shut ⸻ the last thing she needed right now was JJ accidentally ( though if he did it purposely, she wouldn't be surprised ) shooting her in the face, everyone knew that her face was her best quality, it definitely wasn't her personality ⸻ if it was, she sure as Hell would have a lot more friends.

Nate shook his head as he stared down at Topper, who was held up in his girlfriend's arm, ignoring the pointed stare Sarah was giving him, he lifted his hand and backhanded the Thornton teen. "Dude, what the fuck?"

"Okay, everyone, listen up! Get the Hell off our side of the Island!" JJ screamed out before he lifted his hand up and shot off two warning shots into the sky.

JJ met Monet's eyes for just a second, maybe not even that, and he couldn't place the look on her face ⸻ but whatever it was, it pissed him off. Before he could even say something, Kiara's hands met his chest as she and Pope began screaming at him.

A hand latching around her wrist caught her attention, she turned her head, feeling as though she was in slow motion and found Sarah staring back at her.

"C'mon, let's get out of here," Sarah mumbled as she pulled her best friend along with her.

"Remind me to never leave my Goddamn house again."

Author's Note!

Anyone have any ideas on how Monet is going to get involved with the gold hunt thing?? Preferably before Sarah gets involved.

And I know we haven't had much JJ and Monet in this chapter but it is only the second one and still the first episode ⸻ but don't worry, they will start having more scenes together next chapter and so on!!

Anyway, sayonara bitches, see you whenever tf I get effort to write the next chapter!!