𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝. jj maybank

seven.

I STILL COULDN'T GET LAST NIGHT OUT OF MY HEAD. JJ could've left me on that grassy floor, withering in pain while the burning fire next to me grew and spread, but he didn't. Why though? Why didn't he just leave me?

After our intimate nights, we would go our separate ways and the next day was like it never happened. We went back to hating each other as we were supposed to. I mean- a Kook with a Pogue? 

I thought I didn't mean anything to JJ, that I was just a good fuck and nothing more. Just a bratty, spoilt daughter who has more money than she needs and never has to work a day in her life. A princess who has life served on a silver platter. 

Maybe I was wrong. I mean- maybe even after all of the death glares and flipping the bird and everything else which showed our hatred for each other he still cared. Even if it was only a little. And maybe I did too. Even so, neither of us would admit it.

I looked myself over in the mirror checking I look at least half-decent after the events of last night. I wore denim shorts, a lavender grey ribbed crop top matched with white sneakers and cap. 

Small cuts were visible around my arms and legs that had already begun to heal overnight. But the massive bruise that had now turned green and purple on the side of my torso was just visible under my top. If anyone asks I'll just say I fell off of my bike. Even if it was unbelievable, it would be enough to change the topic.

After pulling my slick ponytail through the back of my cap I set off outside, heading into the house to grab a quick snack before heading off.

As I slid open the glass doors I was immediately greeted by my mother's worried voice, continually asking if I was ok and if I should be sent to the hospital but I brushed her off, walking over to the kitchen bench and cutting myself a couple of slices of sourdough bread and plopping them into the toaster.

"Are you sure you're alright dear? If you don't need the hospital at least let me take you to the doctors." I shook my head at my mother's request, taking the bread out once the toaster popped. 

"I'm fine mum, really. If I'm feeling light-headed I'll head straight to the doctors, promise." I say while I spread vegemite and avocado onto the toast and walk over to the dining table with my breakfast. Seeming to accept my answer she nods and walks off. Emmet sat beside me with a bowl of cereal. 

As I sat down he looked at my plate, his eyebrow furrowing in distaste as he watches me take a large bite out of my breakfast. "I don't get how you can eat that stuff." He comments, referring to the vegemite. "I don't get how you can't eat this stuff," I shoot back, taking another bite.  

After finishing off my breakfast I rinse my dishes and set them down in the dishwasher before grabbing a small bag, checking I have my wallet, keys and phone and heading off to the front door. "I'm going out, not sure when I'll be back!" I called out to whoever was still in the house but just as I open the door I hear my mum's voice call out to me.