Heated Lies (Jiara)

The Beggining of Hell

Author- hey guys. So this is my first Jiara book, but I do have oneshots up on my page. If you want like a feel for my writing or to see if you'll like this book or not, I would read "Dont Lie to Me pt 1-3" over there. It's in the book labeled JJ Maybank Oneshots. Um... I was gonna say enjoy but it gets real depressing from here. You have to like hurt/comfort if you clicked on this anyway, though. Please tell me what you think! I live for the comments. oh and one more thing, everything in outerbanks happened in this story already besides all the jj and luke scenes. those i recreated. same with the hot tub scene. that didn't happen.

Also if you know me from school... tf no you don't 💀 shhhhh

Usually, a boy's best friend is ultimately his father. The solid, grounded rock that should have the boy's back. Of course sometimes the mom will do, as she adds a sense of home and comfort to the mixture.

But growing up without either? Well, no wonder your son is failing school and smoking weed.

The rock music was probably the first thing he heard. It startled him, making him squeeze the fabric that lay upon his bed. He moved slowly to pick up his phone and check the time. Seven A.M. He barely had time to put it back down again before a man burst into his room.

Luke Myabank was many things. I suppose the first thing you'd notice was his temper.

"Get your ass up outta bed. Clean your fucking room."

And then he was gone, leaving JJ to collect his thoughts. His heart resumed pumping as a low sigh left his lips. Then came the anger. The reaction to the absolute nothing that he did about it.

He hated that he probably never would. But that wasn't important right now. He heard footsteps and snapped away from the mattress. He grabbed a t-shirt, keeping it in his hands to look busy in case his father walked in again.

Of course his father walked straight past his door, allowing him to relax again. He rolled his eyes, mentally flipping the man off before grabbing his backpack and shoving his phone in the front pocket.

His room wasn't even that dirty. So JJ chalked it up to some kind of substance wether it was drugs or alcohol. He approached the bedroom window, smirking at the paint he'd torn. He liked to think that the fear gave him a clever sense of survival.

He sure had an escape route. Within minutes, he was gone; making his way to the dock. He smirked as John B, his best friend, had finally texted him, letting him know they were close. School would be his destination, and he'd never admit it, but he actually preferred it to home.

"I just wanna get back in bed." Sarah groaned when JJ entered the van. His four friends were inside, greeting him when he plopped against the back of the passenger seat.

JJ's thought process countered that entirely, not that he ever really agreed with John B's girlfriend to begin with. She was a Pogue now, sure, but she will always have grown up a Kook.

As a first time flyer, you might find this a little ridiculous. Kooks and Pogues are rivals. The rich don't mix with the poor. That was JJ's motto. Unless of course you're Kiara Carrera. She was an exception. The only exception.

But there was a different reason for that.

"We have a test today." Pope reminded everyone. "Mathematics."

He was the smart one in the group. No one else studied for that test. They'd all text him for answers during the exam anyway. It was routine.

"Oh!" Kiara seemed to wake up from her mini nap when John B hit a pot hole. She tied her hair up into a ponytail with a frustrated sigh. "Someone should really teach you how to drive."

Her grumbling made JJ laugh a little. She noticed this, grinning when she realized John B had picked up her best friend.

"Morning, sunshine." JJ snorted, and she playfully swatted his arm.

"Shut up." She laughed back.

By then, they'd pulled into the school parking lot. The cheerful mood left the air, and they were left with the dreary presence of books and equations. No one was smiling.

***

By the time lunch rolled around, everyone had thanked Pope for his service. Kiara even bought him lunch. Well, she bought everyone lunch since she worked at the Wreck. That restaurant was the only reason she could even be considered a Kook. Her parents owned it.

The Pogues loved that she was kind enough to share. Especially since her father wasn't the biggest fan of free food. The point was, they had each other's backs. That was the Pogue way, no matter how cheesy it sounded.

They just wish they knew how to support JJ before things plummeted.

"Did anyone do any of the questions on their own?" Pope sighed, finishing his grits with a weary expression.

"I stared at one for a while... if that counts. It looked like a different language." John B answered, glaring at the Heyward. "Not everyone is a human calculator."

"They literally gave you one during the exam!"

JJ didn't seem to remember that part. Though he didn't pay any attention to anything in class.

"Okay, and?" The Routledge continued. "Still confusing as hell. And I don't understand your handwriting, can you show me the notes again? I don't think I copied the right numbers."

Pope ran a hand over his face and Kiara put a hand on his shoulder. "Your brain is appreciated." She reminded him, and he let a smile take over his features.

"So!" She clapped her hands next. "Surfing after school? Who's with me?"

"Hell, yes!" JJ exclaimed.

"I'm down."

"Sure."

***

JJ tiptoed back to his bedroom window and shut it behind him. He wouldn't risk the front door. Unfortunately for him, he should've. His father sat staring at him from the bed. When the younger boy finally noticed this, he nearly flinched out of his skin.

"I thought I told you to clean your fucking room."

And now every part of his features has powered down. His shoulders curved inward as he backed against the wall. Luke stood, hands in fists at his sides. JJ braced himself, closing his eyes, holding his breath...

"Don't make me tell you again."

"Yes, Sir." JJ mumbled.

"What?" Luke yelled at him, and his son began shaking.

Mostly with anger. He couldn't do anything about the situation at hand. His eyes searched for an escape route, but with the faint smell of alcohol clouding his brain, he couldn't process anything but fear.

"Yes, Sir." JJ repeated, slightly louder this time. Luke only nodded, shoving him backward and spitting at his shoes.

And then the man was gone again. The boy gasped, hand flying to his chest to feel his own heartbeat. He didn't know where his father went, but he wasn't sticking around to find out. He'd survived without a scratch that day so far, and it felt like an extra point inching him closer to the game's victory.

The game of course, being the boss fight between his father and the unsuspecting hero; JJ Maybank. Most days, it felt like he lost. But he only counted the bad days as one lost point. The way he saw it, he gained more points than he lost.

A point for escaping, a point for dodging, anything he could count as a win. His only rule: Don't let the others find out.

He figured he'd call that Game Over.

Though the dreariness dawned on him as he dragged his surfboard outside the same window. He made a mental note to inspect his room from the outside before entering next time.

Note- you'll probably see everything published twice since I always go back and edit, just a heads up,

So... thoughts? I haven't really written a fan fic novel since my Klaine days. How'd I do so far?