: ̗̀➛ 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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ANXIOUSLY BITING HER LIPS, Victoria lightly knocked on the closed door leading to John B's room. She heard a quiet come in before entering the room.
John B sat on his bed, with his arms crossed, resting his back on the wall. Looking down, the girl closed the door behind her, and slowly walked further.
She pointed to the spot next to John B, signalizing if she could sit next to him. He looked up at her. Raising his brows, he nodded, "Yeah, of course."
Victoria settled down next to the boy, picking the dead skin next to her fingernails. Complete silence filled the room, only their breathing was to be heard.
"I fucked up," she blurted out, not taking her eyes of her fidgeting fingers.
John B twisted his head towards the girl. He stared at her, without saying a word. Her makeup was all messed up under her eyes, not really sure if it was the rain's fault, or was it because of crying.
Taking a deep breath, she continued, "I'm sorry for abandoning the pogues and you with no explanation, I'm sorry for treating you like shit for the past year..." He noticed her eyes pooling up with tears, as she turned to him, maintaining eye contact, "...and most of all, I'm sorry for not being there for you when your dad when missing."
John B looked back down, shrugging, "It's okay."
"No it's not okay!" Streams of tears ran down Victoria's red cheeks, "What type of best friend does that shit?"
A small smile curved onto his face. "You..." he muttered under his nose.
A laugh broke out of the girl, as she nudged his elbow playfully, "Seriously, I have no clue how I'm going to fix this, but I will." Victoria wiped her wet face, "And I promise to never do that again."
"I mean," he shuffled through his messy hair, "We've already been through this with Kiara, a couple years ago."
"Exactly. I remember how I felt when she left us," Victoria looked up, not wanting any more tears running down her cheeks. "God, and I put you through the same goddamn thing," she hid her face in her hands, curling into a ball, as she started to sob.
"Hey, hey," John B moved closer, and pulled her into a side hug.
After calming down, she pushed away from him, "Do you think JJ will want to talk to me?"
