book 3 of 4
have you ever hated someone so badly you just wanted to shoot them dead? yeah, well, be careful what you fucking wish for.
let's get one thing straight, when bianca prescott wrote up that hit list, she never intended on actually murderin...
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006 fang the gator
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"Jorts are a crime against humanity."
Bianca re-buttoned a pair of Portis' jean shorts for the fifth time as the group made their way toward Vaux Hall. They continued under the sweltering heat, determined to reach Kiara before nightfall.
While the boys had no problem changing into new clothes, the girls did not have such luck. Bianca especially wasn't enjoying how ill-fitting everything was.
"Hey, I happen to like jorts," Sarah piped up from beside her. She had changed into a pair of Portis' white pants but since they didn't fit, she rolled up the waistband.
"Don't be ridiculous. Nobody likes jorts, S. They should be burned," Bianca glanced up at her boyfriend, who was definitely giving her the cold shoulder. "JJ, pass me your hat."
"What?" He frowned, holding the wide-rim sun hat to his chest rather protectively. "Why?"
Bianca rolled her eyes, "You can keep it. Just hand me the string around it."
JJ glanced down at the straps of his hat with a small frown, "But I need it."
When he didn't make a move to hand it over, Bianca arched an eyebrow with her hand propped on her hip, "Unless you want me walking around the middle of Barbados pantsless, I think I need it a little more."
JJ tilted his head in contemplation. The prospect of his girlfriend walking around naked wasn't the deterrent Bianca thought it was, "Well..."
"JJ!" She pouted up at him. "Please?"
"Fine," JJ groaned and pulled out the string from his hat before handing it over to Bianca with an annoyed huff.
Sarah watched as she adjusted her white crop top before tying the straps like a belt around the jorts to cinch her waist, "How do you manage to pull off being homeless like it's Paris Fashion Week?"
