underwater || outer banks- jj maybank

twenty-eight - friend

twenty-eight - friend

Layla woke up in John B's extra room, Kiara sprawled out next to her. Kie's legs were draped over Layla, Layla's head being turned in to the side.

Layla yawned, crawling out of bed. She stretched, trying to be as quiet as to not wake Kiara. She headed for the door, exiting the bedroom and heading towards the bathroom.

After using the restroom and brushing her teeth, Layla headed back to the bedroom. She headed into her bag, plucking her swimsuit from it as well as a t-shirt. She put on her necklace, as well as the few friendship bracelets she has acquired over the last few months.

She knew the plan for the day was to head out on the Pogue, so she had gotten dressed for the occasion. Upon exiting the bedroom, she headed into the living area. JJ sat, nursing a beer at 9:30 in the morning. Layla picked one of the warm, open bottles of off the table. She then sat in the chair across from JJ.

"JJ, what the fuck was that?" Layla questioned, tossing the beer bottle back that she held in her hand. After taking a large sip from it, she brought the bottle back down to in between her legs. She wasn't typically confrontational at all. Currently, however, there was a large amount of anger lingering on her chest.

He simply shrugged, his collarbones popping out at the action due to his lack of shirt. A small smile was on his face. "What was what?"

Layla simply inhaled. "It doesn't bother me, JJ. It doesn't bother me at all. I'm just confused why you would pick Missy. She hates you as much as she hates me." She knew she sounded jealous, but she couldn't help it; despite not being jealous at all, she was so incredibly mad.

"I thought Rafe hated you as much as he hates me, but I guess that isn't true," JJ remarked. He took a sip of his drink.

Layla laughed bitterly. "I knew it. I knew what this was about."

"That you slept with Rafe Cameron?" JJ questioned rhetorically. He shook his head, a sarcastic look of indifference on his face. "Why would this be about Rafe?"

"You're an idiot." She left her statement at that.

JJ now laughed. "I'm an idiot because you hooked up with Rafe Cameron?"

"I didn't sleep with Rafe Cameron!" Layla yelled at him. Her hand went to her head, rubbing her hair. "I did not sleep with Rafe Cameron." A weight felt lifted off of her shoulders.

"Yeah, right," JJ remarked, rolling his eyes. It simply didn't make sense to him that she didn't sleep with the boy.

Layla shrugged. "Whatever, JJ. Believe what you want, but I didn't sleep with him. Don't you think I would be rubbing it in your face if I did? Like what you tried to do with that bitch?"

JJ went to say something in return, but his words caught in his throat. He knew Layla was telling the truth.

He really fucked that one up.

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"You nervous?" JJ questioned Layla, as Layla say in the Pogue with her thumb in her palm. She was squeezing it rhythmically.

"No," Layla lied through her teeth. She had strong feelings of anxiety rooted in her stomach and she wasn't sure why. Despite it being the case, she wasn't going to tell JJ that.

"Don't lie to me," JJ stated, rolling his eyes. "You're doing the thing with your hand."

It was something she did subconsciously at this point and she couldn't believe JJ had noticed. She was annoyed with JJ in general, and his watching of her made her more annoyed.

She simply rolled her eyes at him, rising from her seat on the boat. She reached for the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it off of her body in one smooth motion.

The top of her bikini was a solid black to match the bottoms. The top was a low cut bralette that flattered her chest. The bottoms were simple and showy in all the right places. Everything she did was to show JJ everything he was missing.

She turned to the other passengers on the boat, John B looking unoccupied. "Hey, John B," Layla called. "Come on." She referenced the water.

John B glanced up at her, instead of up at the sky. He removed his sunglasses, rising to his feet. He tossed his sunglasses on the chair where he sat, removing his shirt and tossing it there also.

Layla pushed her waves back, feeling JJ's stare on her. She chose not to let it bother her, instead waiting on John B. While she knew it was stupid, she wanted JJ to feel shitty for his actions.

John B joined her at the end of the boat, JJ and John B exchanging weird glances. Layla simply jumped in, John B following closely behind her.

"You're being weird, dude," Pope called from a few feet behind JJ. He was out of earshot of Layla and John B.

JJ shrugged. "You're always weird, Pope." JJ then simply turned around, giving Pope the middle finger.

Upon exiting the water, Layla laid herself out in the towel. She grabbed her phone, unlocking it and beginning to scroll through it. Layla then pulled her phone back, keeping it turned sideways. She looked at herself in the camera, readjusting her wet hair. She then closed her eyes, making a kissy face into the camera. After glancing at it, she elected to take another one. Layla decided the second one was acceptable, and sent it.

She was snapping Rafe. Rafe was currently at the golf course with Topper, sending images of him with his sunglasses on. He pulled Topper in for a few, making goofy faces. He responded religiously, however, not leaving her on opened or delivered for more than a few minutes.

Kie pulled her eyebrows together, glancing over at Layla as she picked up her phone every few seconds to see if she had gotten a notification. "Who are you talking to?"

JJ had already thought the question a hundred times.

Layla simply shrugged. "Nobody."

Layla only added Rafe on Snapchat when he added her by mention after the party. Once she added him back, he snapped her a photo of her necklace that she had left on his nightstand.

After insisting that the gold chain wasn't hers and that he had the wrong girl that had woken up in his bed, she admitted it was hers. Since then, they had been sending each other photos pretty frequently.

It was nice to have another friend.

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