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My head exhaustedly rested in the palm of my slim hands, my light hair gliding around as the small breeze of the lovely island, the plugged-operated fan beside me endorsed it. I comfortably sat on one of the colorful coffee seats, long golden legs crossed, in the backyard of the crammed Chateau.
Lingering for John B or Big John to arrive after reading a sketchy and illogical letter left glued on the front door of the chateau by John B. With pops. Out in the Twinkie. Be back!
I was under a small wooden dark brown structure that was almost a storage room for the pouges. Carrying our surfboards, Kiara's small white ukulele, numerous bottles of empty and filled beer cans, a small gorilla wooden design, and many fairy lights wrapped around that belonged to Kiara. And long and brown coconut string decorations I offered to John B as a joke, but he surprisingly put them up around the large structure. Small beach balls, toolboxes, large and random American flags, gasoline tubs, and small and strange paintings.
All I gave attention to was the soft warm breeze and the operated fan beside me, while I kept replaying the intimate and incensed scene in my mind over and over again. Driving me crazy. The exact scene where JJ unexpectedly humiliated me on his beige table, for the whole island to see, and used my trust to his advantage. I was beating myself up in my mind, almost blaming myself for this happening. But I knew there was nothing I could've done. It was out of my control.
Nonetheless, I took care of it as fast as I could, making me the responsible teenager I am. Trying to block out his deep act of wrath, and distress towards me like it never happened. But I was never going to forget what he's done.
The only way I could make him pay was retribution, which was something I promised to never do to him. However, the same way he betrayed me, it could always happen to him. Expect the unexpected. Just another stone was thrown at JJ Maybank. I bet he can take it.
Abruptly, my calm body flinched at the clamorous and fierce sound of a heavy and growing close motorcycle. As moments grew, listening to the familiar sound of the rough motorcycle growing closer, my head slowly lifted from my soft hands, making my light hair fall on my face. I immediately knew who it was, as the loud motorcycle slowed in my peripheral vision. My head unhurriedly trailed to the side, uncovering the blonde boy, with a white and black cap laid over his head, who was replaying in my mind in fury, watching his luminous eyes sear into the empty chateau. Not acknowledging my quiet and unexpected presence.
"Yo!" He hollered, booting the long black metal kickstand on his dirt bike, carefully sliding himself off of his heavy vehicle and onto his feet.
"Where are you? I need to tell you something." He kept chattering, bringing a profound breath to flee out of my mouth, watching him stand beside his heavy bike, with his back facing me, and his impatient vision placed on the home.
