promise?

22.

[takes place in the same day but time skip]

a notification pops up on my phone. i feel it buzz through my back pocket, waking me from my sleep. wait a minute- when did i fall asleep.

i open my eyes. i'm parked infront of john b's house but still in the drivers seat of the twinkie. what the hell is going on?

i pull my phone out of my pocket, a text from rafe showing on my phone.

r.c
y/n i need to see you.

that's it. that's all he said.

me
tonight at 9?

r.c
yes please.

now why in the world would he want to see me so bad? maybe he did something. maybe he's just madly in love with me. nah i'm just kidding. maybe seeing him will help this weird ass feeling go away.

i open the door to the twinkie and step out. as i shut the door, i look around. rafe's bike is there? it's parked infront of the house. i start to run inside. if rafe's on the cut that's not good. i shove the door open to the porch, and into the living room. kie and john b are sitting smoking and drinking beer. kiara gets up hugging me.

"you're finally here." sarah says, walking into the living room from the kitchen.

"wha- yeah?" i reply.

what does she mean i'm finally here?

"dude you've been gone for hours." kiara says, "i've been worried sick."

she lets go of my hug.

"i'm really sorry about our fight earlie-" she says.

"you're boyfriend payed a little visit." jj says, interrupting kie.

my face turns to curiosity.

"jj, i told you, we broke up." i say.

"don't bother, he uh.. he had a fit that you weren't here." he says.

"so why is his bike still here?" i ask.

"shits about to go down." john b whispers to himself.

"he uh.. he didn't bring his bike here.." jj starts.

pope walks out from the bathroom, his lip busted and nose bloody.

"holy shit pope." i say.

".. but since he wants to continue to fuck with us, i figured he deserved a little payback." jj finishes.

"wha- so you took his bike?! jj if he find out he's gonna kill you!" i shout.

"literally." kie mumbles, ignorantly.

i look down at her, giving her a judgmental look.

"he keeps fucking with us y/n!" jj shouts.

"mhm." i hum back.

"y/n-" sarah starts.

"what? so because he's your boyfriend, you're gonna start sticking up for him?!" jj yells.

"i'm not sticking up for him jj! you took his bike! he's a kook! that's like his most prized possession and you took it!" i shout back.

"we aren't taking it y/n. we're gonna give it back, we just added a little spice." pope says.

you've got to be kidding me.

i turn around and throw myself out the door, running to his bike.

"I KILLED PETERKIN"
spray painted on his bike.