JJ Maybank Imagines -Fluff & Smut-

Ruining Us Pt. 2

I walked along the dock of The Wreck. I could see Kiara unloading boxes from her family's boat, and inhaled a breathe, feeling like fire scolding my rough throat.

How could she do this to me? I blame JJ, but she knew we were together...are together...I don't know anymore.

She turned around to face me, after hearing the loud creaking of the wooden platform. Her wild curls blowing in the warm air. "Hey, Y/n." She said quietly. I shook my head and looked down at my palms, slightly damp with sweat.

"You have... Five minutes, to explain what the fuck, is going on." I bit the inside of my cheek.

Kiara set down the box quickly, "Y/n, we were drunk. Please. Not the normal drunk, we were absolutely wasted. I don't even remember it happening, I just- I didn't mean to."

"You didn't mean to what? Fuck my boyfriend?" I snapped and stepped closer to her.

"Y/n really. Don't blame JJ, it was me. I- I- I liked him, like him," she corrected, "He was drunk, it's my fault."

My body went numb, starting like a cool breeze from the top of my head, down my shoulders, through my arms and legs, and suddenly as if I couldn't stop myself I drew back my balled up fix and flung it forward onto her cheek bone.

My face burned with anger, "So first, you were both really drunk and now he was the only one wasted?!"

She took a few steps back in shock. "Y/n what the fuck?"

"You tell me Kiara. Either you're a really bad friend, or a rapist. You fucking pick." I shoulder checked her on my way back up to the main road, she stood there in shock for a few minutes as I started up the Twinkie and drove away.

I knocked on JJ's front door rapidly, tapping my foot impatiently. He opened the door, a sleepy haze in his eyes. "Explain. Now."

He took a deep breath and nodded, then opened his door wider, letting me in.

We sat down on his living room couch and I stared at him. Analyzing his face. His body. If I wasn't so mad right now I could rip his clothes off.

"I talked to Kiara. In uh the heat of the moment I told her we were dating," I admitted.

"Well, that's fin-"

"And then I punched her." I followed up.

"Y/n..." He sighed and looked down at his hands.

I looked up at him, now not knowing what to believe anymore, "She told me that she had liked you for a while. And that you were drunk? Well at first she said you were both wasted. Then she said you were and it was her fault... then I sucker punched her." I explained, then looked down at his hands.

"I was drunk. Really drunk. But that's not an excuse, God it was so stupid. I don't even remember it, Y/n." He reached for my hands, holding them gently but firmly, "It was the biggest mistake I've ever made. You have to believe me. Kie is- a great person. But she means nothing to me if it means I can't have you Y/n."

I moved closer to him slowly, taking a deep breath, "JJ, I don't know if I can forgive you."

He nodded, "I just- I want you to know that it wasn't just sex with you. It was everything. You're gorgeous, Y/n. You are so funny and smart. You're like the sun. And I swear to God, if you give me another chance I won't fuck it up again. I want you, Y/n. You."

"I think Kie will have a bruise..." I sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

He let out a relieved laugh, "Lay one on me, I deserve it." 

"I can't forgive you without your pretty face." I gave him a small grimace.

"So I still have a chance?" He smiled, lifting my chin with his pointer finger and thumb.

I lifted my fingers up, showing him a small sliver of air between the two, "You have this much of a chance."

"Better than nothin' " He smiled, his hand on my chin gently caressed my cheek. "Let me make it up to you... many many times."

"Oh boy, you better thoroughly shower before I let you touch me at all." I swiped his hand off of my face.

"Want to be my lifeguard?" He cracked a JJ like smile.

"God you know me so well, asshole."

"Damn straight, cupcake."