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//chapter forty-two • meet the O'daires
*tw: transphobia. read with care.
𓅰彡𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘
SHE'D BEEN SITTING outside the chateau for about thirty-two minutes now, and Spencer O'daire was starting to think that JJ wouldn't show. No sign of John B, but he had left a note saying he got the Twinkie and he and his dad were off. No sign of JJ, but one of them was bound to show up at any moment, right?
She was proven correct when she heard a motorcycle engine revving.
Now, it needs saying that Spencer isn't a confrontational girl. So a lot of what she thought wouldn't be said here.
JJ must know that he's in a hella lot of trouble, because after calling out for John B and receiving no answer, he turned around to find Spencer lean on the back of a old, musty chair, arms crossed. She quietly observed him, taking a careful step back. His eyes were very red. Puffy. His hair was a mess which had more to do with the red cap he just yanked off.
His fingers kept nervously searching for a ring on his thumb. It matched the one Andrew wore. A ring that Andrew hadn't taken off. Yet.
"Hey, Maybank," she greeted, voice even.
He quickly wiped at his eyes. "John B not here?"
"No. Just me." Spencer isn't sure if JJ was searching for John B to find someone who would comfort him, or someone who would distract him, but either way he looked a little lost without the presence of John B or Andrew.
He leaned against the outer wall of the shed, looking everywhere but at her. "...Is Drew okay?"
Spencer sighed loudly, clearly annoyed by his whole laid back demeanor when he just reversed Andrew back through about three months of personal growth. At least JJ asked if he was okay. Which meant he cared. Which meant she was even more confused by the whole ordeal.
"What do you think?" she retorted, before shaking her head. "Look, I'm not here to talk about Andrew. I'm here about Rafe."
If JJ seemed hurt by her previous comment, the feeling clearly passed quickly as he finally met her gaze, frowning. "What do you mean?"
"He's back on the island. Sarah saw him."
Pulling at the edges of his hat, as if trying to tear it, JJ walked in the shed, anger radiating off of him. "Spectacular."
"Yeah, wait until you hear the rest," Spencer said with a scoff. "Apparently Pope's cross will be in Wilmington tomorrow night. Andrew thinks he's trying to sell it again."
JJ rolled his eyes. "Great. Does Pope know?"
"By now, I'd say so. We wanted to warn John B too, but... He's with his pops, I guess?" She handed JJ the note. "I don't know where they are."
