"...𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰.."
"𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥."
willow bradshaw was a pogue, born and raised. she was the type of girl to either be high, drunk off her ass, or simply both. she hung around the kooks af...
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Once they made it to John B's house, they all talked about the money and what they should do with it. Pope, Kie, and John B didn't agree on keeping the money, but JJ and Willow did. It was odd for the rest of the group to see the pair agree more often than what they were used to, but it wasn't like they didn't want the two of them to get along. After the motel room, it was like JJ switched personalities and became all about speaking to Willow. She wasn't sure what she did to make him slowly get closer to her, but she enjoyed it. For some reason, Kie was the only one who had a problem with it but for now she chose to keep quiet about it.
"How do we lay low?", Pope asked the group, making them all think of possible ways to stay under the radar. The only one that came up with something was Kie.
"Kegger?"
Once they were all set up at the boneyard, John B began handing out drinks to the group. He tried handing one to Pope, but he declined the offer and that's when JJ took it instead. John B then made Willow one, watching the blonde girl begin sipping on the beer. In that moment, they all relaxed at the fact they were all going to have fun tonight. Just as long as no trouble came out of it tonight, they were all fine.
After a group of people came, they began handing out beers to the other pogues, kooks, and even the tourons. Willow found herself sitting with a few other pogues, even flirting with one of the guys as they drank beer together. His name was Damon Sanders, which he had always been a nice guy. Growing up in the cut, Damon had always had a crush on her since elementary school. She was one of the most beautiful pogues he had ever seen, but he wasn't the only one who thought so.
"So, what's up with you and JJ?", Damon asked, watching as the girl chugged the rest of her beer. Once she finished, her eyes locked with his own. It was now dark, the moon was the only bit of light source they had other than a small little bonfire that someone made. Willow began laughing at his question, not fully knowing what he meant by it.
"What?"
"You and JJ. I mean, you've been sitting over here this whole time with me and he can't stop staring.", He gave her a faint smile, listening to her laughter turn into a fit of giggles as she looked around the boneyard for the blonde boy he was talking about.
"I'm sorry... oh, I'm sorry.", She cleared her throat, finally catching JJ's stare. Once she did, he glanced over at Damon and then back at her. She ended up giving him a smirk, making his cheeks flush slightly as he sipped his beer. "He's just... I don't know, but nothing is going on between me and him. We hate each other."
"Right...", He sighed deeply, making her look at him in confusion. "You know, JJ is bad news. You know that, right?"
"Bad news?", She scoffed, eyes burning through his own as she felt anger rise up from the depths of her body. "JJ is not bad news, D. He's my friend and that's more than what most people can say. JJ has a side to him, sure... but he's a good guy."
