𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐫, 𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐫 | 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

69. yoo-hoo, big summer blow out!

S I X T Y - N I N E
yoo-hoo, big summer blow out!

JJ goes off to find John B after I trip due to a lack of coordination after having a nap. It takes me a little while to get going again.

I think even he did a factory reset when I punched him in the dick.

I see JJ and John B walk over, talking back and forth. John B looks royally pissed.

What happened now?

"The clock's ticking. Let's just go. We don't need them," JJ argues with John B as he jumps into the boat. John B still looks torn, looking back at the party. "Yo. Let's get out of here."

"What happened?" I ask JJ quietly, not wanting to stir the pot too much.

"Sarah slept with Topper," JJ says, being a little snappy like he's annoyed with me.

My eyes widen, I really did not expect that. My mouth opens, then closes, trying to think of what to say. A week ago, JJ cheated-ish on me, and when Sarah found out, she flipped out, she went nuclear on Kie. Now she's cheating on John B?

"Did you know?" He accuses, stopping what he's doing to look at me.

"No. I did not. Don't talk to me like that, I've done nothing wrong," I tell him sternly, not liking the way he snapped at me. I haven't done shit wrong. If Sarah slept with Topper, and that is an if, then I did not make her do that. I've hardly been apart from JJ. At the moment, we seem to be a buy one get one free deal. JJ is obviously the freebie.

"Sorry," He immediately apologises, then looks over my shoulder at John B. I turn to look at him as well. He's still looking at the party, more specifically at Sarah, who is hugging Topper.

How do we know they even slept together? Everyone's really high-strung right now, and high-strung people make mistakes.

We need to leave, pronto, before anyone does anything stupid and gets arrested. If John B is in prison, he can't bail out Massive John, or Big John, or Old John or whatever his fucking name is. Whatever it is, it's weird. Why couldn't he just be John Sr? Or just give your kid another name, why do you need two Johns in one family? I truly believe it's narcissistic to name your child after yourself. Why are you so great, huh?

"John B, what are you doing? Don't even think about it, dude," JJ warns as John B is giving off the vibe that indicates he's about to do something dumb.

Life would be a hell of a lot easier if John B and JJ had a little more impulse control.

Pope is fine, he's amazing, he is the glue.

John B keeps walking away from the boat and toward the party. "JJ, sort his shit out," I mumble.

"I'm trying, Mabel," He murmurs back. "John B, get back in the boat," JJ tries again. Seemingly going for the gentle parenting route.

"Try harder. We don't have enough money for bail," I whisper yell. "In fact, we don't have any money, period. The rich girl has been shunned."

John B doesn't stop; he walks off the pier and toward the party. He shoulder barges one of the waiters who has done nothing wrong, and is just trying to do their job. "No, not right here, bro," Topper says. Probably not wanting to cause a scene at his parents' anniversary party. That would be scandalous.

I get out of the boat after JJ, pulling myself up puts weight on my arm, causing me to yelp.

"You okay?" JJ asks, turning back to look at me.

I give him a nod, getting up, we walk back down toward the party. We need to do major damage control. I watch as John B walks a war path toward Topper, Sarah moves in between the two, trying to keep them separate.