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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033 b's love language is anger
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The Twinkie felt much smaller than usual.
The rain pattered against the roof, aching to come in. Tap. Tap. Tap. A thousand, million taps at once. They streamed down the windows, washing away the dirt, and mud of all their Pogue adventures.
The view outside was blurry and dark, so Bianca tried to focus on the hula bobblehead dolls on John B's dashboard. She pulled the towel around her shoulders tighter, one that JJ found in the trunk from when the Pogues last went surfing.
"Still cold?" He glanced at her from the corner of his eye and reached for the air conditioning controls.
"Mhm," Bianca hummed, nuzzling her nose into the soft fabric.
JJ switched on the heat, only for it to blast cool air before giving out with a heavy thunk. He winced, "I- uh, never mind."
Bianca smiled and bunched her knees up to her chest, "It's fine," It figures John B's van was holding on by a thread anyway.
JJ ran a hand through his golden strands, still dripping rain over his forehead. He tightened his hands over the steering wheel while his sopping t-shirt was discarded somewhere in the back.
Bianca had also removed her clothes, save for her bra, underwear, and one of JJ's spare flannels from the backseat in an attempt to conserve body heat. It was only when they reached the shelter of the van did they realize how unforgiving the cold truly was.
One of Kiara's Bob Marley CDs was playing but Bianca could barely hear it above the sound of her thoughts. She stared out the window, past the rivulets of rain and toward the looming trees bristling in the breeze.
"I'm sorry," Bianca swallowed thickly, without moving her gaze. "For not telling you before."
JJ shook his head even though he knew she couldn't see it, "I'm sorry for not realizing earlier."
Bianca chewed on her lower lip and gave a gentle shrug, "You couldn't have known."
They lapsed into a hollow silence, filled with unspoken words and endless apologies. The streetlights danced through the windows, illuminating their entwined hands resting in Bianca's lap. There was so much to say, and yet so little needed to be said.
