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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020 tiara of thorns
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Kiara texted Bianca earlier, asking for a ride, considering she was forbidden from driving after stealing her dad's truck.
And since the convertible was totaled, Bianca had no other choice but to beg Reginald to drive her to the Carrera's. JJ agreed to tail them on his dirt bike so he could meet up with her before catching the ferry.
The couple shuffled awkwardly on the front porch of Kiara's abode. They were waiting in their respective vehicles but after twenty minutes, decided maybe knocking was better than standing around. Faintly, they could hear Kiara's parents arguing inside but if they procrastinated any longer, they would miss the ferry.
"You knock," JJ elbowed his girlfriend.
"Me?" Bianca reared her head back. "You do it!"
"Dude, Kie's parents hate my guts," JJ whispered harshly, wringing his navy cap in his hands. "They see me here- they slam the door in my face."
"What makes you think they wouldn't do that to me?" Her eyebrows drew together.
JJ rolled his eyes, "'Cause you're like, Kook royalty- and Kie's mom is obsessed with that shit."
Bianca's frown deepened. She wasn't sure how she felt about her boyfriend still thinking of her family as 'Kook royalty.' It was true, she supposed if one considered the exclusivity of the Island Club her mother was the head of, and how active her grandparents became recently in the local Church and in organizing galas around town.
Bianca didn't like acknowledging it, but the weight on her head did occasionally feel like a tiara. Albeit, a tiara of thorns. But a tiara nonetheless.
Hesitantly, with her lips still tugged downward, Bianca rang the doorbell. It wasn't a moment later when hurried footsteps resounded toward them, as if desperate for any kind of interruption.
Kiara swung the frame open, a heavy sigh falling from her lips upon seeing her friends, "Oh thank God you're here, B," She reached for Bianca's wrist. "I need you to talk them up so they agree to let me go."
