BRIZO | 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

EIGHT (II)

*Before we start this chapter, here's the brand new cover for Brizo bc i'm a horrible person and i get tired of things easily lmao let's see how long this one lasts...... anyway, let me know what you think!!! <3

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO - NOT THE FUCKING ROYAL MERCHANT AGAIN

Listen, I'm not a bad student. I swear. I'm not Pope, but I'm not JJ either. My grades are good. Or at least good enough to get me out of this island someday.

However, with all that's been happening lately, you know, my twin brother dying and all that, I may have forgotten to study for the History test.

I've been sitting here for a while now, biting on the tip of my pen, trying to remember anything that Mr Sunn explained. And not only do I have to worry about not failing, I also couldn't say no to JJ when he asked me to sit in front of him. Not because he loves me and wants me to be near, no. But because he wanted to cheat on my exam.

So here I am, discreetly sliding my paper to the edge of the table so my boyfriend can lean in and take a look at the few answers I wrote down.

Mr Sunn is not paying attention to us, he's busy grading other papers from other students. Pope is writing and I almost threw myself out of the window when he asked for more paper. Kiara and I shared a confused look. What was he writing? The Bible?

"Tss." I hear JJ calling me. I lean back slightly, keeping my eyes on Mr Sun. "I can't see the last question." He whispers.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, JJ." I groan, and slide my paper a little bit more.

I hear rustling behind me, a gasp, and next thing I know, JJ's falling face first to the floor, taking his desk with him.

I slide my paper back to my desk. Mr Sunn noticed the noise, obviously, and is now giving JJ a disapproving look. He walks to us, but a knock on the door makes him whip his head and walk back.

JJ pulls his desk back up, and sits down again, running a hand through his blond hair. I turn around on my seat and he winks my way when he notices me staring.

"You're a lost cause." I smirk.

JJ shrugs, and his mouth twitches into a side smile. "You love me that way."

"Mr Sunn, can I borrow Pope for a minute?"

Standing on the door, there's an asian man, wearing suit and tie, and hair gelled back. He looks nothing like the people around The Cut.

Mr Sunn glances at Pope, who is watching carefully since he heard his name being called.

"We're in the middle of a test right now."