Anchor- A JJ Maybank Fanfic

15. The Besties

The Besties:
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The harsh summer wind blows down blood from the scrape that laid on my inner thigh. I desperately tried to focus on the physical pain occurring on my skin than the mental distress I felt. Wonders and questions filling up my mind with anxious thoughts about how the fuck am I supposed to explain to JJ about the sex video I had with Topper.

If my parents didn't believe me, how the hell am I supposed to persuade JJ, who I met two days ago, that I'm not some Pogue whore that everyone identifies me as?

A few minutes, we come to a stop in front of a small house. My eyes shot up to explore the area, cream-colored walls with a sunroom on the front porch. The tall green grass crawls on the side of the house. At the same time, other parts swayed from the wind, connected with an extended bridge leading towards the radiant water that was not far from the structure, probably for boats or to consume a fantastic summer day as its tranquility calms your heightened emotions.

JJ comes to a stop and turns off the motor. He looks over his shoulder and caresses his warm hands with my cold ones as he did before, "How are you holding up, Mer?" JJ asks softly, "You think you could still walk?"

I nod for a moment before gently laying my head on his back, "I'm fine, JJ; It's not like I broke a whole leg, " I held JJ a little tighter, feeling overwhelmingly safe and secured, "But...do you think we could stay here a little longer?" I bit my lip nervously, "Cause you know...it hurts...and all."

He turns his body a little more and raises my face with his hand, "Can't get enough from me, can you?" JJ teases, looking down at my mouth. He sighs, raising his thumb, and runs across my lips, igniting every spark on my body, "You sure there's nothing I could do to...numb the pain?" He grins at his question.

Spikes of heat races through my neck and back as I processed his words. I eyed down at his pink lips, suddenly feeling a weird temptation to kiss them again. But the memory of our dumb fight last crawled up my skin, added with the whole Topper situation.

JJ raised an eyebrow, "Mer? You good?" He looks down at the droplets of blood hitting the soil. He shakes his head and shifts his body off the bike, "Nah, ok, first we ain't staying here, you gotta get that cleaned up before it gets some infection or whatever, and second, " JJ paused, taking a breath before saying the next thing.

But then, his sight wanders down towards my chest. JJ's smile disappears, and his face turns bright red. I suddenly felt uncomfortable for a moment. He had the same expression when I entered my bedroom after showering as if he was ashamed or embarrassed about something. I first thought that it might've been the beer and weed fucking up with his brain, and that's why he reacted like that.

But his eyes told a different story.

JJ shook his head and cleared his throat as he looked back into my eyes, "I know it's none of my business, but I can't help but ask...why were those old ass fuckheads calling you a whore?"

I gulped at his question, breaking eye contact and looking towards the grassy ground. Fear washed over me while I raced around my thoughts to come up with an excuse. But he heard my mother talk about the sex tape, which meant that I must confess to JJ about it. I'm just embarrassed and terrified about his reaction.

"JJ...I-, " I start until the squeaky screen door from John B's house slams open to see Sarah and Kie standing in the doorway. Kiara had a relieved facial expression while Sarah had an awkward one. They both turn their glances towards my bleeding leg, now seeming to be concerned. Kie's face falls, and she immediately runs towards us while Sarah stood at the door, crossing her arms and sticking her chin out.