POISONED YOUTH | ❝ i just had a gun pulled on me, i am this close to getting fired and now... now i have to take care of jarbas. ❞
❝ who's jarbas? ❞
❝ the rooster. ❞
❝ ...the rooster? ❞
❝ don't even get me started. ❞
In which Cassidy Liberato would...
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TODAY, JOHN B HAS A PLAN. He does. In fact, it's a simple, straightforward one. All it entails is convincing Kiara that finding Scooter Grubb's sunken Grady White is worth the slightest, tinniest, really insignificant possibility of trouble. After that, Pope will be the only one against their little undertaking. It'll be three against one— which means they'll all be out in no time to collect whatever's left in the wreck. But —as it often happens— there is a tiny, minuscule snag with his plan.
That snag goes by the name of JJ Maybank.
"Kie's totally hot for you," the blond in question drawls out, slamming the door of the Twinkie behind him. "You're just too much of a pussy to make a move."
"We went over this at the motel," John B says. The two of them head towards The Wreck, before JJ halts a few steps behind him. "JJ, seriously, what—"
"Fine, if you don't believe me..." he starts, and before John B can even fully turn, he knows JJ is about to screw him over. "Hey— hey, Cassidy!"
John B's neck nearly snaps when he hears the name JJ calls out. Wasn't he the one who'd been reprimanding him for doing the exact same thing just a few days ago?
"What are you doing?" he hisses.
By the back entrance of The Wreck, John B finally spots Cassidy Liberato unloading a crate of tropical fruit off a truck. She looks up, confused, before spotting the two of them. Her eyes narrow.
"Getting a second opinion," JJ says nonchalantly, dismissing John B's protests as he approaches her. She inhales sharply as she reluctantly looks up, watching as JJ heads in her direction with an unwilling John B in tow. "Cassidy, Cass, Cassie— can I call you Cassie?"
She scowls. "Absolutely not."
JJ swings his arm around John B's neck, gesturing at him. "Look at my friend here," he starts, "would you say he's hot?"
Cassidy blinks. "What?"
"What?" hisses John B.
JJ merely shrugs as John B breaks out of his hold. "I mean, like, objectively. Would you say he's hot? Like, if he asked you out—"
She accidentally slams one of the fruit crates against the ground. "I'm gonna stop you there." Her brown eyes flit over to the brunet, nose scrunched. "Not my type. Sorry."
