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--THE NIGHT WAS SHEER BOREDOM..
...for Madison. Without a blunt or any smoke sessions, she spent the entire night feeling restless. Madison desperately wanted to go home, or go search for John B. She swore that once she finds him, she's gonna give him a good harsh slap across his big face.
Kiara placed her hand on Madisons shoulder. "You okay?"
Madison turned to face her, a hint of worry in her eyes. "Yeah, just worried about John B." she shrugged. But it wasn't just John b weighing on her mind. She was also worried about JJ. Is he in a cell right now? Did his father pick him up? Oh no, his father...
The thought of JJ's dad filled her with dread. Madison prayed nothing bad happened to JJ, especially with his father involved.
As Madison chugged down the cold yet oddly comforting alcohol, her eyes landed on a familiar blonde boy.
"What the hell is JJ doing with Sarah freaking Cameron?" Kiara's voice dripped with venom as she spoke beside Madison.
She couldn't help but wonder the same thing. Watching JJ and Sarah dance, a wave of jealousy stirred deep in her stomach, its intensity surprising her. She had never imagines she would feel this way, especially about JJ. It wasn't just that they were dancing; it was the way they seemed so perfectly in sync, like they belonged together.
The sight of them made her heart ache, a feeling she hadn't expected, and she found herself unable to look away.
--YEARS OF RUNNING
...from the cops had honed JJ's agility and speed to perfection. He swerved past people and objects--as well as blocking the persistent Kooks who were hot on his trail.
While sprinting, JJ's chaotic dash caused a flurry of commotion, prompting him to hastily apologize to the startled onlookers caught in his path. His swift and unpredictable movements left them bewildered.
With a final burst of speed, JJ reached the door of the mens bathroom. His plan was simple: hide in one of the stalls until Rafe and his cronies gave up the chase, believing he had slipped away.
His breaths were loud and heavy as he frantically searched for an open stall. "Ah, excuse me, guys!" his hands desperately yanking on a stall door, only to find it locked and occupied.
"I'm taking a shit!" came an annoyed voice from inside, the mans tone clearly irritated by the interruption.
JJ quickly raised his hands in gesture of apology, moving to the next stall and repeating the same urgent tug at the handle. His heart pounded in his chest as he hoped to find an empty stall before his pursuers caught up to him.
