I just don't know // Outerbanks Fanfic

"dealing with buisness"

            John bs pov:

I never thought that when my little sister came back I would be this 'overprotective' of her, but here I am about to go knock on my ex-best friends door and kill him for feeling up my baby sister.

"FUCK!" I slam my hand against the steering wheel when I see Pope and I suddenly get this feeling like I'm going to do something that will put me in jail or hung for murder. Again.

I park the Twinkie down the street and walk towards pope cracking my knuckles. "you fucking bastard!" Pope looks at me for a second before my first connects with his lip.

"what the fuck booker?" Pope holds his mouth and throws his other hand up slightly to stop me.

"Stay the fuck away from bea, shes my sister you man-whore. Im not asking this time." I land another punch and hit him in the stomach.

"that was months ago come on dude." he folds over and grabs his stomach.

I'm confused, I'm trying to think without my need to kick this man the the balls he thought he had to even go after Bea taking over my mind.

"I'm talking about when you fucked my baby sister last night." he looks genuinely taken aback.

"I didn't...did she say something thats making you think this way?" he stands up and looks at me.

"yeah dickhead she said-" "I did not sleep with beatrice, ever. I swear" he holds his fingers up like he's swearing on everything.

"who would she have slept with then  because you don't get hickeys from kissing somebody." Popes eyebrows pinch together tight.

"I don't know man but it wasn't me" I hear a pair of shoes running towards us and I turn around to see...

beas pov:

"John b stop, it wasnt Pope I just said that because I didnt think this would happen please just stop."

I yell as I reach them, I'm out of breath so they just look confused.

"who the fuck did this shit then" John b says as he points at my neck where I noticed the hickey JJ gave to me last night.

"why did you even tell him I did it though Bea" Pope peeks from behind my brother to look at me.

"Pope I swear I didn't mean for him to hu-"

"who. the fuck. did that. Beatrice. I want a name. now." hes serious which might be the scariest part.

"John b Im never going to tell you" he looks away and looks back.

"fine, but if I ever fucking see that nasty shit on you again you will tell me everything. understand?" I nod firmly, glad this is over.

"get in the van were going home and Pope. sorry." he looks at pope and shakes his hand bro style.

"no problem dude, wont go near her again" we walk to the van and when we get In, something sets in that unsettles me

John b is seriously disappointed in me. I want to clear the air and get him to understand why I'm not telling him about me and JJ.

"John b-"

"don't. I don't want to know anything and I sure don't want a fucking apology. your not sorry."