Anchor- A JJ Maybank Fanfic

4. The Painful Pleasure

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT

The Painful Pleasure:
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{FLASHBACK}

The mid-day sun began to shine into my eyes while driving through Figure 8. I observed all the exquisite marvelous houses and structures on the hills. Luxurious boats were attached behind trucks and cars, stationed onto the long driveways, appealing white fences around the expensive estate.

I've constantly envied this rich lifestyle. In this life, you would have everything you've ever wanted placed right into your hands without lifting a finger.

Who wouldn't want that?

To the end of the street stood Topper's elegant house. My stomach turned into knots, driving up to the extended driveway while glancing at the wealthy property that laid before my eyes.

A sudden weird feeling of uneasiness entered my gut as soon as I turned off the car. I couldn't clarify or explain why I started feeling this way. I've never felt this nervous or this type of anxiety before.

I took a deep breath and ignored the feeling as much could, but it would still linger on me. I glanced in the rearview mirror, scrutinizing myself. My curly sugar brown hair bounced off from my bared tan shoulders as it tangled down into my face. I tugged pieces of my hair behind my ears as I inspected my body.

In seconds, insecurities came rushing in and kidnapped my confidence right out of me. I glanced down at my cami top and plaid skirt, deciding whether or not I look fat in them. Was I that good enough?

Out of all the girl Kooks in the Academy, how can a Kook lay eyes on a Pogue?

Especially if he didn't know that I was one in the first place.

Glancing back at the girl in the mirror once more, she didn't have the same appearance before this transformation. If anyone asked who that girl was, I could announce that she was me, that this perfect, "rich-looking" girl was me but...she wasn't me.

Would Topper reject me because I'm not a Kook?

I mean, this is the boy who I loved with all my heart. And that same boy felt the exact way for me.

He wouldn't dare judge me based on my lifestyle.

So why can't I tell him the truth?

I exited the car, locked it, and started my way towards the front entrance. The more steps I took, the feeling grew more prominent in my stomach, making me suddenly break a sweat behind my neck.

I finally reached to the white door and raised my hand to thump it, but I hesitated. My hand started to move back and forth, debating if I should hit or not.

Ugh, get a grip, Mer; there's absolutely nothing to worry about. It's just Topper.

Shaken my head to clear the doubtful thoughts, I finally gripped onto some assurance and knocked on the door hard. "Topper!" I called out, "it's me, Mer!"

A few seconds later, I heard someone unlocking the door's latch and saw the blonde boy opening it inwards.

Topper grew a broad smile but immediately dropped his eyes onto my outfit. By the look on his face, I could declare that he was amazed to see me like this.