Anchor- A JJ Maybank Fanfic

1. The Gathering

The Gathering:
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Three hours.

It took three hours to get to Kiara's place, all thanks to my best friend, Santana. She's scared of driving at night since it's "dangerous" and how we might have a chance of having a car accident since it's dark. We drove up to Kiara's driveway and parked the car in front of her house.

Damn, this a whole fucking mansion.

We exited the car as we looked around at the front yard to see a beautiful garden of daisies and tulips with a water fountain in the middle of it. I look at Santana with worry as I analyze how beautiful this house was.

I've never been to a Kook's place since, well, since him.

Santana rolls her eyes, "Cálmate' miga, it's literally like three people; they aren't drug dealers or anything; Kooks don't like to get their hands dirty," Santana looked at the house and muttered, "Obviously...". She looks back at me with smiles, "But trust me, you don't have to worry about Kie; I mean, she once told me that she doesn't have a connection with Kooks like her connection with Pogue people, Mer, she's a good person."

I take a deep breath and nod.

I went up Kiara's steps with Santana on my side. My whole body starts trembling with anxiety. God, I fucking hate caring about what other people think of me. I really shouldn't care about other people. They don't know me, and I don't know them. But after what happened, I'm more nervous than ever to meet other people because of my reputation.

Santana knocks on the door and faces me, "Don't be nervous, Mer; Kiara just told me that she's the only Kook here, you'll be fine," she reassured me as she grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. I nodded, but I was still nervous. It's not every day you hang out with Kooks. Some Kooks just can't be trusted in the first place.

I should know.

Suddenly, a girl with beautifully tanned skin, curly brown hair, and mesmerizing brown eyes opens the door and gives us a welcoming smile. "Santana! Hi! I'm so glad I'm not going to be the only girl here; these boys are making me go psycho talking about who can ride waves better and who ca-" she stops and looks at me. The girl smiles at me and sticks her hand out, "Oh hi, I'm sorry I didn't see you there, I'm Kiara, but most people call me Kie, and you are...?"

"H-Hi, I'm Meredith, but you can call me Mer if you w-want," I stuttered while shaking her hand. Why the fuck am I stuttering? I shouldn't be nervous just because she's a Kook.

Not everyone is like Topper.

Topper Thornton.

Sure everyone can judge me because I'm a filthy Pogue who lives near the marsh with no air conditioning and mice running around with floor creaks. But God forbid anyone to judge him because he has money in his pockets.

Oh, wait, scratch that because he has his parent's money in his pockets.

"Well, it's a pleasure meeting you; welcome to my place, it's not that big, but it's comfortable for us 6."

I widen my eyes and look at Santana. She notices my gaze, winks, and looks back at Kiara. I was hoping for this to be just three people in the room, but whatever, I guess.