: ̗̀➛ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Victoria Miller's world is upended when she learns her life as the Pogue Princess is over. No longer surrounded by her group of friends, she's forced to adjust to a new, unfamiliar reality as a Kook. After a year of her not so...
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VICTORIA LAID ON JJ'S CHEST, as he played with her hair. John b came out of the bathroom and looked at the half asleep pair. "Hey lovebirds," he clapped in order to get their attention, "You could at least make the couch."
"Huh?" the girl sat up and started searching for her phone. "What time is it?"
"Uh—" the brunette made his way to the kitchen, where the only clock in the house was placed. "11:20."
"Fuck," Victoria rapidly jumped off the lounge, and started throwing her things into her backpack.
JJ rubbed his eyes, slowly getting up. "Woah, woah, what's the rush about?" He questioned, running his hands through his messy hair.
"I promised my parents I would be home an hour ago," she threw the bag onto her back, and started heading towards the front door.
"Oh come on, V. Can't you stay?" JJ collapsed onto the coach, getting back into his previous position. "It's not like Sierra and Nick care."
A smile curved onto Victoria's face, "Not this time, J." She twisted the handle and right before closing the door behind her, she chuckled, "Goodnight, boys."
The Miller house was just down the road from the Château, however V preferred staying at John B's. It was much calmer, unlike home, where her parents argued constantly. Since they were rather poor, the walls of their home were incredibly thin, making the girl always hear everything. The shouts, the names, the curses.
The Château had a more welcoming atmosphere. John B was like a brother to her, one of the people she trusted the most. She loved his father, Big John, too. He treated Victoria like a daughter, and even allocated a drawer to her belongings. He told her about his studies on the Royal Merchant, which made him less and less present at home, however never allowed her inside his office.
Victoria walked up the few stairs to her front porch. She took a deep breath, and just as she was about to enter the house, a loud, glass shatter was followed by muffled yells, which caused her to flinch. One part of her wanted to rush inside, in case something bad occurred, but the other told her to stay outside.
She put her ear to the door, in order to hear what was the reason for the howls. "YOU'RE JUST A CHEATING BITCH!" a male voice shouted. Recognizing it was her dad, Victoria's face tensed, pulling her eyebrows together.
