𝐈 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ; john b x oc

SCENE TWO

sexy

"this is modern feminism talking,

watch me as i run the world in shoes i

cannot walk in."

Makayla Maybank

We're going to this party, I suppose. I have no idea what to wear, but I still have to go to this stupid thing because JJ doesn't want me home in case dad chooses to appear out of nowhere.

We're all at JB's house to get ready because Kie came with some of her outfits to wear. The boys are going in just t shirts and shorts, which is probably a better option for all of us.

Kie gave me many, many, many options on what I could wear, and I'm still having trouble. I'm of course, going in my favorite pink swimsuit, but what to wear over it is what I'm having trouble with.

"Kie!" I shout through the door.

"What?" she says on the other side.

"What if I don't wanna wear any of this stuff?"

"That's fine! Just make sure to wear something."

"No duh," I laugh, grabbing a pink, mesh bathing suit cover, wrapping it around my waist. I walk out of the room, "Okay, I'm ready."

It seems that everyone has been waiting on me, because everyone is standing in the living room. Everyone looks at me and Kie smiles, "Great! Let's go."

As everyone starts trailing out of the house, my eyes meet with JB, who's staring at me. He clears his throat, "You look great."

I chuckle, "Thanks, JB."

We walk out of the house and walk down to the beach. We walk in tiny little groups. JJ, Pope, Luke, my other younger brother, and JB walk together, talking about whatever boys talk about. Meanwhile, I'm walking with Kie, Ann, and Jordyn, JB's little sister. We're talking about what girls talk about: boys.

"I heard that Rafe is going to the party!" Ann exclaims. We all groan at her excitement. Rafe hates Ann–he hates the rest of us, but her more–because she is friends with his sister. He is always the main reason that us pogues get put into jail; aka, we always get into fist fights with him. "What?" she asks cluelessly.

"Do you really think that it's a happy thing that Rafe is going to be there? I mean, last time Pope almost got arrested!"

"Just–don't talk to him!"

"Yeah, yeah," Kie sighs. "We never talk to him, he talks to us."

"Well–"

"We're here!" Jordyn exclaims, running onto the beach and joining the party. Annelise does the same.

Kie and I look at each other and sigh in unison, and grab some drinks from a cooler that the kooks just left out. Idiots. It's so easy to steal from them nowadays.

Just as I take a sip of the beer, my eyes land on a sketchy dude selling kooks some bags of white powder, some of them are sometimes green. I immediately know what it is. Drugs.

My eyes drift over to the boys and JB is staring at me with a stern look. He shakes his head. I roll my eyes and sit down on a rock. After a while, I notice that he has stopped paying attention to me and is talking to a girl. For some reason, my heart jumps up to my throat and chokes me until my eyes water. Odd. I don't remember caring about the girls that JB talks to. Today, I apparently do. It's painful. Like you're having a heart attack. Like you're lungs are collapsing on themselves. Like your whole body is imploding and you're being forced to live through the torture and pain in slow motion. All in all, it sucks.