𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 - jj maybank

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?

TW: small fight scene and injuries

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JJ and Bella didn't have much to do, so they had decided to go with Pope to Heywards and help them out with deliveries to save their friend and his father some time.

"You kids get these groceries over to Figure Eight. Get straight back here when you're done. No fishin'." Heyward said to the trio, picking up some groceries and handing them over to his son who took them into the boat that the three of them were standing on. "I promised delivery by this afternoon. Rick folks don't wanna wait for you lazy sons of... Oh JJ, thank you" The man smiled softly at JJ as he had his hands out waiting for the next couple of bags "sons of bitches" he continued.

They set off, heading over to figure eight as the all observed their surroundings, Pope being the first to speak his thoughts he knew they all shared "Doesn't even look like the storm hit there" as his eyes scanned a huge house that had little to no damage.

"That's because they got generators bro. Get used to it. And then they say the juice will be out all summer in the cut" JJ replied.

"It's nice to be a kook" Pope huffed.

"Lucky bastards" JJ agreed.

"I'd rather not be a kook, they all have things shoved way too far up their asses for my liking" the girl put her arm on Pope's shoulder as she spoke to the boys.

"Now that's something I can agree with" Pope chuckled.

They finally pulled up to a dock, letting them off near a few large homes to make their deliveries, all going their separate ways but there was one bag left that was supposed to go where Pope was headed so Bella went to catch him up quickly.

As she finally saw Pope, he was stood talking to two boys each holding golf clubs which wasn't unusual at all for the place they found themselves in, but the boys seemed to have an intimidating demeanour. When she saw their faces she knew who they were straight away, one being Topper, aka her least favourite person, and the other being Rafe Cameron. Sarah Cameron's nineteen year old brother, who hangs around with sixteen year old's because he has no friends his own age. Probably because he's a cunt and people his own age won't suck up to him like younger's do but whatever.

Bella finally caught up to the boys and saw Rafe put his golf club against Pope's chest stopping him from going anywhere, her now being close enough to hear what the older boy was saying "You can just give us one then, right?"

"Or you can order one, like everybody else" Pope replied, keeping himself composed. He turned and saw his best friend behind him and slightly held one of his arms out to keep the girl out of the way, telling her he had it under control which she could clearly see for the moment.

The boy took her arm in his hand and began walking until Rafe stopped both of them this time "Hey Bella" looking her up and down before turning his attention to Pope as he tried to walk again "Listen, wait, wait, wait. You're not listening to me. Um... You've got so many, bro, and we've got nothing"

Bella had enough of staying silent as she heavily rolled her eyes "You've got nothing? Look around, you dickheads. I'm pretty sure you've got a lot you inconsiderate-" but before she could continue, Pope cut her off.

"They're not even mine. They're already paid for" the boy still surprisingly keeping his cool.

"Already paid for? What the hell? You probably stole 'em right?" Rafe asked rhetorically as he used his golf club to rip open one of the bags in Pope's hand.

Pope finally dropped the nice act "What the hell?! You owe me for that!" He shouted at rafe, holding up his other bag which Rafe slung his club at, sending the plastic and its contents flying into a bush.

"Dude. I don't owe you shit pogue" the older boy stalked over to them.

Pope pushed Rafe backwards "Buy your own shit!"

Topper then got involved, tormenting Pope, reaching for the beers "Hey, come on man! We just want one of these beers! Just give us one of-"

"You guys are freakin' crazy!" Pope shouted as he fell to the floor as Topper snatched the beers from him.

"You have the beers, like you have everything else. Now fuck off!" the girl shouted to the boys as she moved to crouch down next to Pope to check him over.

Before she could get a look at his head, Pope stumbled and stood up, launching his fist at Rafe's head, but before he could, Rafe took his golf club and swung it at Pope's stomach and when he stumbled in pain, he hit his back with it too.

Topper tried to calm him down as Rafe screamed at Pope "Stay down bitch"

"What the fuck Rafe?!" Bella shouted.

Topper was telling Rafe to knock it off but Bella saw the boy aim his club at Pope again, she couldn't sit and watch, she couldn't stand to see her best friend hurt, so she clenched her fist and swung at Rafe's face, knocking him back slightly.

Bella isn't new to fights, she gets in them all the time, maybe not with boys his age, but she does have a mean punch. So as Rafe stumbled a little, she sent another blow to the other side of his face, the punch landed and the boy stumbled a little more. She shook her hand, getting the feeling back in it and as she took a quick glance at Pope on the floor, just checking up on him for a second, Rafe saw a chance and took it.

The boy used his only advantage, being his golf club and swung it at the side of her face, not as hard as she had imagined it would be, seeing as it didn't knock her clean out, but the power still made her whole head throb. She wobbled for a second, bringing her hand up to her head that was now dripping with blood, but the girl's mind was taken off this as Rafe sent the club right for her stomach, full pelt, sending her to the floor. She went to get up and stand her ground, still having a lot of fight left in her, now having something against Rafe, a valid reason to beat his ass, but Pope took her arm, making her stand down.

Rafe crouched down over both of their heads and said "We don't want you over here, got that? Stay off figure eight, pogues" as the boys walked off as if one of them hadn't just beat two people with a golf club.

After a couple of minutes of letting Pope just lay there, Bella apologised for making him get up and said they'd have to get back because her head was spinning. They supported one another on their walk back to the boat.

a/n: i've had just over a weeks break but I'm back now and when i tell you how badly I've missed writing <3