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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Once the group finished recapping everything that happened in the past week, they decided the only way to let loose now was to throw a party. Pogue style.
The groceries Bianca stocked up on earlier seemed to come in handy for this, as the group settled in the living room with drinks and snacks. John B and Sarah disappeared into the boy's room not too long later and the soft melody of Bob Marley drifted through the air as Kiara strummed her ukulele on the couch.
Pope and Cleo played their hand at card games and dominoes with some beers. From the kitchen, Bianca could overhear their conversation.
"So..." Cleo began. "What kinda plane is it?"
"Well, it is Ward's," Pope explained. "So, I'm guessin' it's something lit."
"That's what I'm talkin' about," She cheered. "Flying private, baby!"
Bianca, on the other hand, intended to make use of the rest of the food she bought. Considering by the time they returned from South America, most of it would've gone bad, she might as well try one of Reginald's recipes.
Bianca finally placed the whisk down on the kitchen counter, shaking the soreness out of her arm. The satisfaction as she stared at her finished cupcake batter lasted a solid eight seconds before she noticed, from the corner of her eye, that JJ had been drawing on the baking paper.
"JJ!" Bianca chastised with a narrowed glare. "I need that!"
"Oh- my bad," JJ ran a hand through his hair, the golden strands falling over his eyes.
The boy had been helpful for a while with mixing and stirring. But then, he started to get antsy and couldn't do one thing for too long. So, when he started tasting the uncooked batter, Bianca had enough and told him to just sit there and look pretty.
Even so, when JJ gave a sheepish smile, Bianca felt her resolve weaken. With a sigh, she turned to the baking paper drawing, "Which one is me?"
JJ's eyes seem to light up as he picked up the pen again and quickly added boobs to one of the stick figures. Bianca laughed, and the boy's mouth went dry. All he ever wanted to do was make her laugh. Over and over again.
