[𝐎𝐎𝐏𝐒]
"oops, my baby, you woke up in my bed.
oops, we broke up, we're better off as friends.
now i accidently need you, i don't know what to do.
oops, baby, i love you."
ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ
"I don't like saying, 'I told you so,' but-"...
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JJ fucking Maybank. She hated him with a burning passion. His smug smirk, beautiful ocean blue eyes, and sandy blonde hair drove me insane. He was so cocky and confident. He could walk into an arena full of people with only a tutu and cowboy hat and he'd still look so bloody hot. That's how the whole thing started. An innocent one-night stand between two drunk teens, both starved of attention and lust. Craving to be touched by another eventually turned into a weekly meet-up between two extremely horny teenagers. No feelings attached. Just the passion and emotions that came with fucking each other. The sensual music playing in the background only adding fuel to the already burning flames.
No one knew about their relations. If her family found out she was sleeping with a pogue, she'd be hung on the spot. And if anyone knew JJ was fucking a kook- no, not just any kook- the kook princess. The kook princess whose family had nearly as much power as the Cameron's. And JJ, the boy who constantly rants about how bratty and spoilt kooks were and were screwing one would surely make the front page of the local news or the hottest gossip for bored soccer mums to talk about.
This is why they both agreed to keep their little relationship a secret. Their dirty little secret. It made the sex even more exciting. The adrenaline, the sneaking around, and the touch of their bare skin touching, it became her addiction. They needed each other, and even if they hated one another, they couldn't stand being apart. Her family and she were going on a three-week trip around Europe for around half of the summer holidays. This meant JJ and she had to put their little meet-ups on hold until she got back which was today.
Hannah sat in a snow white, seven-seater Range Rover sitting on the middle row to the far right, next to the window. Her older brother, Theo, was in the middle with her little brother Sam in his booster seat and her other brother Emmet in the back two seats. Sam was fast asleep, snoring softly with slither of drool dripping down his chin. Theo was texting his girlfriend Stephanie who Hannah hated. She was a gold digger and only using him for popularity. Whenever Hannah would try to warn him he would snap. By that point she had given up, she wasn't the one who was gonna end up heartbroken so she stopped trying.
Emmet was listening to music while solving his Rubix cube for the two dozenth time while her mum and dad were blasting the radio through the speakers as they argued over something minuscule. Hannah's parents have been hitting a rough spot ever since Samuel was born which was nearly five years ago. Their arguing was affecting all of the kids one way or another, Theo always had a short temper but now he was always angry and Emmet was more closed off.
Music blasted through the tiny speakers in Hannah's ears while she put down the book she was reading as she was beginning to feel car sick and rested it on her lap. Take My Breath Away by Berlin began playing so she turned the volume as loud as possible to drown out her parent's arguing and drifted off to sleep. Hannah felt a sharp pain on her arm waking her up with a jolt, rubbing her arm roughly as she glared at the culprit. Theo shared the same look back, signalling her to get out of the car. Hannah groaned, opening the car door to be greeted with the beautiful smell of sea salt, the squawking of seagulls flying overhead, and the magnificent sunset that gave her nostalgia.
She grabbed her suitcase from the boot of the car and walked around the house to the backyard where their pool sat. On the far side of the backyard was the pool house which was Hannah's room. After a lot of complaining and convincing her parents about how little privacy she had as the only girl out of four kids, they eventually allowed her to live in the pool house.
She slid open the glass door and studied her surroundings. It was cold yet hot at the same time, the faint smell of her salted caramel-scented candles still lingering around the room. Exactly the same as how she left. The L-shaped couch which could be unfolded into a bed held blankets and pillows which were spread out. Books littered the floor as well as some clothes which she had discarded on the floor in a mad last-minute rush to pack before the vacation.
Hannah picked up the clothes, folded them up and put them away neatly in her drawer and threw her dirty laundry in the laundry basket to clean later. She grabbed some popcorn kernels from a mini cupboard and put them in the microwave to cook while she changed into some more comfy clothes. When the popcorn was ready she turned on her fairy lights which were strung up everywhere and turned on Back To The Future. About halfway through the movie, Hannah's phone started ringing. She grabbed the remote, pausing the movie to grab her phone and saw the name 'Goldie locks' flash on the screen.
She answered it, sitting back down on the couch. "Han! How was the trip?! Did you meet any hot Italian boys?" The girl exclaimed excitedly through the phone. Hannah internally rolled her eyes chuckling at her statement. "Hi Fallon, the trip was amazing, and no, I did not meet any hot Italian boys," Fallon was her second cousin once removed, and even though she was older, Hannah seemed to be more mature than her. Fallon was certain she'd find her prince charming in Paris where he'll swoon her with his love songs and they'll travel the world together, settle down on a tropical beach where she'll get a killer tan and have a small family.
A groan went off from the other side of the phone as she sighed in disappointment. "Well, at least you had a good time I guess." Hannah hummed in response as they stayed silent for a few seconds before Fallon started talking again. "Did you hear about hurricane Agatha?" She asked, sounding slightly excited. "Yeah, I did, isn't she meant to hit in like two days?" I asked, resting her chin in her hand. "Yup, apparently she's meant to be real nasty. Such a bummer though, wifi will be out for like, a week. God forbid two". She exclaimed exasperated, "God you're dramatic, you know there's more to life than how many Instagram likes you have right?" I said sarcastically, yawning slightly.
Fallon gasped in feign shock and then proceeded to rant about how wrong she was. The rain started falling outside as she rubbed her eyes tiredly. "Hey, Fal, imma head to bed, I'm really tired," Hannah piped up, interrupting her. "Seriously Hannah? It's like 9:30." She stated clearly annoyed, "Yeah, and I'm severely jet-lagged and need my beauty sleep so bye, bye." Hannah explained sarcastically before hanging up. She switched off the tv, unfolded the couch, and laid down under the blankets. The rain hitting the roof softly and the trees rustling was a somewhat calming sound that helped Hannah fall asleep.
