JJ Maybank Oneshots

I Don't Do Jealous

Plot- Rafe starts flirting with Kiara, and JJ is having absolutely none of it. The Pogues make fun of him as Kie calls him out on potential detected jealousy.

Requested by Hockey9876

Note- I am so sorry updating has been slow. One of my friends recently found a way into my wattpad account and I'm kind of terrified I'll get clowned on. Also I still don't have my phone.

As a Pogue, JJ doesn't waste time on things like fancy clothing or tabs at a fancy bar. He enjoys simple things, and he takes pride in the fact that he's happy without copious amounts of money. At least until Rafe begins to flaunt his pure born luck.

It had been such a good day, too. John B, Pope, and Kiara had joined him at the Wreck when the stupid Cameron had walked in.

At first, he barely said a word. He seemed preoccupied, worrying about something else, until he caught a glimpse of Kiara.

Maybe if JJ had ignored that wack-ass grin, things would've been different. He swears Rafe is demonic.

At least in that sense it seems as though the boy was predictable, but then he opened his mouth, and JJ had to fight to stay sane.

"Hey, Kie."

"Kiara to you." She immediately retorted back, making JJ chuckle a little.

"Woah, woah, I didn't do anything yet! Defensive for what?"

"Because you're a vicious cold hearted murderer who shot his own sister." She rolled her eyes. "And you said yet, so something less than ideal is coming out of your mouth."

Rafe had been relatively calm, but his face molded into stone at her comment. After a few moments, he relaxed again, taking her hand in his own.

She glared daggers into his very soul, but it didn't stop JJ from inching his way closer. He had the gun in his bag, and he probably would've shot it had Pope not taken it from him.

"Easy, buddy." He'd said. "Be logical. I don't see that ending well for you."

"Touching her..." The blonde boy grumbled, reluctantly following the mathlete back to John B.

"So, Kie." Rafe has ignored her previous remark, and it showed. "I'm thinking we should hang out sometime."

"Are you high?"

"Not right now."

"Bitch-"

Kiara face was pure shock when he put a finger to her lips. She removed his hand, trying to face the other direction to end the ridiculous conversation.

"I think you're gorgeous." Rafe continued, following her gaze.

"Oh, how sweet." Kiara rolled her eyes.

"We're both rich, and pretty. I mean, you're really more Kook wether you see it or not. Might as well indulge in the perks."

"Rafe, shut the fuck up." JJ suddenly yelled from across the room.

Both Kiara and Rafe stared at him, Kiara's eyes flickering from the blonde boy to John B and Pope. They all looked lost.

"The hell you say, Pogue?"

"I'm a Pogue, you uncultured swine." Kie said next, face palming.

"No, Kie, you're not."

"Stop fucking calling her Kie!"

Rafe laughed, gesturing between the two of them. "I see what this is." He grinned. "You two fucking?"

Well, that was it. JJ sprang up, shaking off both of his friends attempts to pull him back. He rounded the counter and sucker punched the Kook, making Kiara stand, mouth agape.

"Oh... my god."

That is, until Rafe stood up, letting sadistic smile taking over his features. "Oh, you're dead, daddy issues. Dead."

Rafe shoved him backward, lading a punch to his jaw when he stumbled for a second. Kiara screamed at both of them, but JJ wasn't done.

He began kicking, which took Rafe off his feet faster than he'd admit. She couldn't help the satisfying feeling when Rafe groaned in some kind of undoubted pain.

But JJ couldn't find the need to stop. Then she was yelling again, hands yanking on his shoulders even though it did absolutely nothing.

At some point, Rafe used the last of his energy to shove the Maybank off him. By then, Topper and Kelce had showed up, leaving the Pogues running back to the Twinkie. John B stepped on it just as Kiara slammed the door shut.

"Now, JJ..." she sighed, clasping her hands together. "Care to explain?"

He didn't look at her. Instead, his eyes followed any and all objects outside the window, twiddling his thumbs as he did so.

"No? Okay, cool.." Her sarcastic response makes him close his eyes.

"He doesn't like you and Rafe chatting." Pope laughs from the front seat. JJ all but punches his arm.

"I hate Rafe, we all do, J." Kiara continued, one hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, well, he was touching you! Holding your hand and... saying you're a freaking kook!" JJ panted, running his hands through his hair.

"Ah, yes, he called her some bad names so you beat the shit outta him. That's exactly what we're supposed to do." John B snorted.

At that point, the blonde boy sunk down in his seat, accepting defeat.

"Alright, sue me." He deadpanned. "I'd still do it again."

Kiara giggles a little, hand intertwining with his. His eyes widened as she moved to sit next to him. Pope catches his blush, and quickly looks away. John B watches from the rear view mirror.

"Should I pull over for you two or-"

"Shut up!"

Kiara bursts into fits of laughter, leaning on his shoulder as the boys laugh with her. Well, except JJ. It's his short embarrassed look that makes her speak next.

"Okay, I think we've hated on my knight in shining armor enough. John B, if you take a left, we can grab beer from my place and turn up the Cats Ass."

"Hell yeah!" The Routledge replies.

They've lost interest in clowning the Maybank, which means they miss his smile at Kie's small nickname. His thumb rubs over her knuckles the rest of the way there. Even if she never said it, her grin told him she'd pick him over Rafe any day.