winded ☞︎ jj maybank

pilot ; (1/2)

<< lowercase intended
<<this book will include ; swearing, violence, abuse, drugs, and sex
<< enjoy!

Anastasia groaned, pushing her drunk uncle away. "I'm serious, get away from me!" She yelled, as he drew his hand back across the girls face. "Wait til' your momma hears about this." Her uncle slurred, his hands finding themselves back on the young girls body.

    She whimpered, squirming under his touch. "Fuck you!" She yelled, kicking him where the sun-don't-shine. "You little shit!" The man yelled, hissing in pain as he fell off of the sixteen year old blonde whilst she ran up the stairs of their large home, away from him.

Anastasia sat, her mini backpack slung across her shoulder. Her skin shimmered underneath the sun, as she was getting tanner by the day. The wood felt smooth against her skin, as she sat by the dock, seeing her 'crew' pull up in the HMS Pogue. A low run boat, normalized hang out for the five of them. Pope, JJ, John B, and Kiara. Kiara held a beer, along with a small, red cooler. Pope sat on the edge, kicking his feet against the water. John B sat behind the wheel, controlling the run-down boat.

    "There she is." John B grinned, looking up at the blonde. She nodded, stepping onto the boat.

    "Missed me?" She squinted her eyes. JJ snorted,"Hardly." Anastasia whipped her head around, glaring at the boy.

"Hey, Pope. Can you go a little faster, please?" JJ asked, whilst Pope was now in control of the HMS Pogue.

    John B sat next to Pope, his arm dangling on the railing. Anastasia sat next to Kiara, both in their bikinis. JJ made his way to the front of the boat, beer in hand. "Alright, here we go. I'm movin'." Pope said, shaking his head. "It doesn't work. We've treated this like six thousand times." John B grunted.

    JJ tilted his head,"I got this. It's gonna work!" He said, sure of it. Anastasia cocked a brow,"You said that last time." She scoffed. "No one asked you, Tia." JJ snapped back.

    Pope now drove faster, as JJ stood on the edge of the boat. His mouth fell open, holding the beer in front of his mouth, eyes closed. The beer now missed his mouth, flying back on the group.

    "Oh, my God! You're getting beer in my hair!" Kiara complained, as the beer flew against the two girls. Anastasia made a 'pfft' sound with her mouth, wiping the beer off of her cheek. "Oh, my God." Pope said, as he continued,"All right,
all right." Pope said to JJ. John B turned his head,"All right, you're done." Pope then added,"All right, stop!" Kie and Tia now faced away from JJ, as Tia finished wiping the beer off of her toned skin.

    All of a sudden, the HMS Pogue churned to a stop, flinging them all forwards and JJ straight into the water. Tia groaned as her side had bashed into the boat, Kie laying next to her. John B grunted, as did Pope.

    "Jesus, Pope!" Kie exclaimed, rubbing her arm. Pope groaned, holding onto the bar, still standing. JJ then submerged from the water, gasping for air. John B furrowed his brows,"You okay, JJ?" He asked. "I think my heels touched the back of my head." JJ said, over exaggerating.

    Tia hissed in pain, gritting her teeth together. Kie turned to her,"You good, Tia?" She nodded, biting her lip as she hoisted herself up. "You sure?" John B asked. She nodded once more, throwing a thumbs up. John B then groaned,"Kie, you okay?" Kie got up,"I'm all right." The group grunted and groaned in pain. "Pope, what did you do?" JJ asked, bobbing in the water. He sighed,"Sandbar. The channel changed." "No shit." JJ muttered, swimming towards the boat. "Ugh, this is probably gonna mess his whole place up." John B said to no one in particular. Kei stretched, running a hand through her hair. Tia stood next to her now, rubbing her eyes whilst Pope made his way to the front of the boat.