she has it all, he has nothing, but everything isn't as it seems.
Blythe St. James's parents are on her ass. she has to have perfect grades, perfect boyfriend, perfect body, perfect reputation. but after closely watching the pogues at a bonfire part...
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"I don't need your pity, Maybank." Blythe sniffed, wiping her tears. She tried to act tough, not wanting to be vulnerable around him but he saw right through her.
JJ knew Blythe was terrible at acting like she wasn't about to break down. He learned that twice today already, this just confirmed it. He didn't pity her, he didn't even know what happened to her. But he could just leave her crying on the side of the road late at night wearing barely anything. But to make the fact she was barely wearing everything worse, she was oddly soaked in water, and must be freezing. Any decent person wouldn't leave their new friend like that.
Blythe didn't see that though, she was stuck in her own pessimistic, self loathing world that her parents created for her to realize he was just being nice. And to make matters worse she was stubborn, and usually refused these kinds of acts of kindness.
"Okay fine, you can get kidnapped then. see if i care." JJ slowly began to roll up the window, another tear fell down Blythe's face. "Wait!" she said, JJ rolled the window back down smirking happily because he had just won.
"Sorry, i thought you didn't need my 'pity'" JJ said, making air quotes. Blythe smiled slightly, rolling her eyes before getting into the passenger seat.
"So what are you doing on figure eight all alone?"
"What happened at the party?"
They both asked at the same time. JJ answered first, yapping on about how John b sent him to get some bread and pick Blythe up so they could listen to this tape they found while she was at the party. But the thought of being at that stupid party where she hated everyone and they all hated her made her heart ache. Tears falling from her face again. It was the equivalent of being asked "are you okay?" when your not. It just makes you more sad. JJ looked over at the now sobbing girl in his car and pulled over.
"Woah woah." he said as she cried into her hands. "You gonna tell me what happened?"
Blythe took a deep breath, calming herself down before telling the story.
"Well I was sitting by the pool, and got splashed so i went inside to find Rafe. and I heard he was doing cocaine so i we-nt to go stop him but instead i found him making out with some touron. I don't even know how she got into the p-party because it was kind of a kook only type thing but I called her a s-slut and then poure-ed the rest of the coke on the ground." she explained, hiccuping after every few sentences. JJ stared blankly back at her. But little did Blythe know that rage was coursing through his veins.
