J.B. Mercer

Crushed Crown? Is it?

Hello everyone, firstly I want to apologize for not updating. I had already had this story completely planned out of the big steps but when I got to this chapter, I wasn't sure I would be able to write it out. I thought I would have to give up this story.  As readers you know what your triggers are, and you make the decision to stay away or continue through. My trigger will play out in this chapter. For that reason, I have not been able to write the chapter. I struggled to get passed that trigger and keep the story line interesting to continue to the next chapter. I hope that you will stay with this story after this chapter. There is more to come. New characters. New choices. And new beginnings.

Trigger warning: Rape

 

Tonight, was the last party before school started back. The crew had made it to hell's gate and survived without entering. And because they had image to keep up, several images, they all had to show up for the last summer party. The grand party hosted by the Holloways. Holloways are big family. So, there was never really a year where they did not have a family member in highschool. Said family member always got access to the historical manor on Rock Chester Street to host the last big bash. A celebration for them, current classmates, and future classmates. It was a way to make connections and to keep connections. This was because Holloways didn't actually work. Everyone knew their only business was information. If you wanted to know something you found a Holloway and set a price. So yeah, the grand party was theirs to host. And this year the attending hosted Holloway was Nadia Holloway. JB fucking hated the bitch but here she was. Why? Because the Mercer's and Ramirez had to show that they were a unit. That they were allied. Therefore, to keep that image alive JB got dolled up with her cousins and friends. She had scooped her wavy black hair into a ponytail with Chinese bangs hanging in the front. She had added onyx eyeshadow to give her eyes an exotic kohl look. She had plain liquid lipgloss. She sprayed a light silver glitter on her body to make it seem like she was sparkling in the night. She had on deep purple and black mini plaid skirt with a black tank top that showed off her flat belly and hips. She finalized the look with some chuck boots to give her and edgy look. And instead of dancing like she had at first hoped she was sitting in the dark corner sipping on her shot glass. Who the hell sips on vodka? Even she knows that it's to be downed in go. Here she stands though, again why?

Why you ask? Because it's the only way not to knock Nadia on her ass. Yeah, Nadia the host. The skimpy ass slut that is doing her best to seduce Luka on the dance. Half-drunk her red shorts clothed booty ass is trying her best to grind up on him. Luka who the school this is not only dating JB but engaged also. Nadia doesn't even have on a shirt. No, she's claiming that she is wearing a bustier when it is really a lace covered bra. Yeah, Nadia was no Selena and JB had half the mind to make it known she was not and never could be. And not just because JB had mad respect for the singer may she rest in peace, but also because Nadia doesn't seem to understand as long as someone believes Luka belongs to JB than that is what the fuck he is. HERS. 

"I can hear the monologue ripping through yo mind." Rook says as she comes to stand before JB blocking the view of the center dancefloor. 

"Is it written on my face?" JB asks as she closes her eyes. She needs a moment. Just breathe she reminds herself.  Esmie comes up on the side of her. A small bottle of apple crown and two shot glasses. She hands one to Rook.  The three of them had don the same outfit, just different colors. Racy red for Esmie because girl is fire and sun. And the sunset hue eyeshadow emboldens her look to make others see how bright she was physically. The gladiator heels had seniors trying their hardest to hit on her. Only for once Esmie was pushing them away. Ever since the arrest Esmie had tone down. Esmie knows her beauty but now she was looking for the next hookup.  Rook had chosen hunter green. She dark color should have clashed with her light skin tone but instead it gave a sandy tan image for her. The dark undertone with her lovely curls was tricking others into seeing a vulnerability that didn't exist. Rook was hardcore in her own way.