𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 | JJ MAYBANK

The gold

with my head slouched into my arm I tried my best to pay attention to whatever our math teacher was saying but because of my lack of sleep last night and the amount of beer I had I was way to distracted. the only thing I could think about was when I got out of here the six hour nap I was gonna take after my blunt.

I faintly heard a sound of buzzing come from a few rows down from me but I ignored it frankly because I didn't feel like using the extra effort to tilt my head to see where the noise came from, so I stayed in my comfortable position. but then another came, and then after that my elbow was being tapped. I glanced up seeing it was JJ, and mushed his hand. "Shh before you bring attention to me and he calls on us!" I whisper back, he looks annoyed with my responce and leans back over and shows his phone to a now interested Pope. When I watched Popes expression and then JJs stressed movements to toss the phone to Kie as she was a row in front of us I peaked up.

"what what is it?" I whisper to her but I immediately was shushed from the tall man directing the class. I held my eyes from shooting him a glare, when he looked away my blonde boyfriend tossed me his phone. I swiped up putting in his password and immediately the screen light up a picture of John b and Sarah with there faces smushed together with big smiles, analyzing the picture more they looked clean, except there hair seemed disheveled and behind them was a huge building I couldn't make out what the sign said but it seemed to be w hotel that I didn't recognize.

It took a second for it to settle but when it did so did the hole in my stomach, I felt like someone had grabbed my intestines and twisted them around, like I was going to throw up and faint at the same time. Could this be real? I wondered, or another sick joke. I mean I always liked to believe that John b was just missing but after awhile when large chunks of there boat washed ashore a few nights after the accident I had come to conclusion that there was no way they survived.

blinking at the picture I ubriptly stood up, with a flustered look on my face I used my other hand to grab Kies arm and pull her along side with me. "I have a lady issue!" I yelled behind me to my dazed teacher. "wait what?"

"Yup, she needs me to come along!" Kie shouted trailing after me, I wiggled my fingers and she crasped my hand letting me pull her out of the room. She turns to me, "you think it's real?" She sounds out of breath from adrenaline, my heart was racing profusely, probably just as fast as hers. Finding out your dead brother might not be dead was something that could make me have a stroke right here right now.

"I have no idea, but if it is.."We shared a look of concern but pure excitement, "I know."

A pair of sneakers squeaked against the freshly mopped stripped floors and when I turned I saw two boys jetting towards us with the same expression on our face, but me and Kie kept running to the exit door that led our to the court, I pushed it open holding it for my friends to run through and let it slam shut behind me. From there everyone shot Pope tens of questions, I leaned against the lunch table letting there voices die out behind me and took a second to think for myself, a part of me didn't wanna know if it was true because that would mean I just had mourn my brother for months and this whole time he was alive, was they selfish to say, that I had hoped it was a sick joke.

a hand sliding past mine brought me out of my deep thoughts I didn't need to look up to know it was jay jay. He was always first to comfort me always. "hey- hey- are you okay?" I watch him take his fingers and gently run the side of my palm and just by that I could feel my anxiety being released. "I am." I say, glancing up at him, he looks between my brown eyes with his blue ones almost searching for honesty and when he was confident I was telling the truth he looked away and we both joined into the conversation that Kie and Pope were having.

"okay so— text back pope! Right now"

the boy runs a hand through his tough hair practically pulling some out in the process and with his other hand he texts the anonymous number back. Who's this?