❛ how long can you wait to breathe deep? how long can you stay underneath? ❜
━━ in which despite their best intentions, they find themselves being pushed off the edge of the cliff again.
（ jj maybank x female oc ）
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It really wasn't fair, in JJ's opinion, to have a test on the third day of school. A pop quiz, sure. But a full blown test? That just didn't sit well with him.
If it wasn't enough that the Pogues were still recovering from the disappointment of their interactions with Shoupe the previous night, JJ's mind was still swirling with the image of his father, flanked by armed officers being dragged into the station. His eyes had been glazed over, no recognition in them when he met eyes with his son. Guilt had been swelling in JJ's chest ever since, knowing that it was fear that had kept him away from his dad's house. Fear for the repercussions of what he'd done to The Phantom. If he'd been there, maybe he could have done something ... Maybe.
JJ raked his fingers obsessively through his hair, tapping his eraser on the surface of his paper non stop. He read the question three or four times but didn't absorb any of what it said.
Describe the state of the Empire at the time of Diocletian.
The door to the classroom swung open and a man in a suit and tie poked his head into the room. All eyes were quick to peel away from their tests and to the man in the doorway. He held an envelope in his hand, "Mr. Sunn, can I borrow Pope for a minute?"
JJ's eyebrows narrowed in concern at the mention of Pope's name.
Their teacher rose to his feet, replying in a hushed whisper, "We're in the middle of a test right now," He informed the man as he walked over to meet him.
"I'm from the Vanderhorst Foundation," the man offered a simple explanation.
That seemed to be enough reason for Mr. Sunn. He turned, "Mr. Heyward," He called out, "It's for you."
Kiara and JJ exchanged a confused glance as Pope followed the man out of the classroom. The name Vanderhorst sounded somewhat familiar, but he couldn't place exactly where he'd hurt it before.
JJ swore under his breath, wishing he sat closer to Pope's now vacant seat so he could sneak a look at Pope's completed test. As if he could read JJ's mind, Mr. Sunn called out, "Mr. Maybank, eyes on your own paper please."
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, JJ looked back down at his paper and wrote down his best guess of a response to the first question.
