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Let's just say the bonfire wasn't as we expected it to go. Not only did JJ and I get into a huge and jaw-dropping fight, filled with so much blood leaking from their faces, but Kiara and Sarah went up against a touron that John B was supposedly seeing, and John B went up against Topper and Kelce.
Was that fight a shocker? No.
The Pouges once again wrecked an annual event, but I'm not sure if that's entirely true. Teenagers do find pleasure in fights, and anything related to drama, so maybe it wasn't all as bad as we thought.
Yet, I'd rather have fun, dance with my boyfriend all night to loads of random music we've never listened to before, and get absurdly drunk with him and the others, than waste my time fighting with Mikayla, creating a wrong reputation for myself.
Nonetheless, after all those fights, the bad blood between us and the kooks was still not over, and it never will be over. It was just another round added out of many. Nowhere near the finish line.
The short and peaceful drive home was entirely silent. Listening to everyone huffs and puffs. Out of pure outrage, aggravation, awkwardness, too much thoughts, just everyone processing every single thing that went down minutes ago.
Soon after the short van ride, we made it to the dim and chaotic-looking chateau. Everyone stumbled into the lonely house like we were all strangers. Not a single word was exchanged from any of us, and not a single piece of eye contact was made with anyone.
However, my feet exhaustedly strolled into the messy bathroom, attempting to wash off my bruised and filled with dried blood bony knuckles.
"Let me help you." I heard a husky and deep voice appear in the bathroom, making my head immediately cock over my shoulder, catching the blonde boy with his body leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, giving me a glimpse of his bruised knuckles that were splattered with dried blood.
"Yes, of course. But only if I can do yours." I informed him, twisting my body around, and gradually folded my arms across my chest.
"I'll allow that." JJ deeply huffed, slowly walking into the bathroom as he unfolded his muscular arms, one of his hands soared behind him clutched the brown wooden door, and gently shut it.
"You just have...a mess to clean up. You can handle that right darling?" JJ seductively questioned me, burning his bright eyes into mine.
"I can. Come here. Sit, ladies first." I teased, drawing my eyes at the shut toilet. "What I did was not very ladylike, don't you think?" He awkwardly snickered, strolling towards the direction my dark eyes pointed at, and carefully placed himself down on the toilet.
