winded ☞︎ jj maybank

the forbidden zone ; (2/2)

THIS IS IN ANASTASIA'S POINT OF VIEW NOW!!!

    "WHAT'S this right here?" JJ asked, Pope smacking his hand,"Don't touch that!" He growled,"I'm trying to figure this thing out."

    "God bless geeks, Pope. Truly, man." JJ grinned. "Oh, shut up." I smiled, rolling my eyes. There was something about JJ, that lured me closer, pulled me in. And I didn't know why, but I wasn't questioning it. Not right now, anyway.

    I wore an oversized T-shirt, covering my bruises. I'd tied a bandana around my neck as John B usually does, so no one thought anything of it. The bruises were on the lower bit of my neck, anyway.

    Not that visible, right? I wore gym shorts and sandals, a bikini under my attire. I don't plan on taking off the T-shirt, although. I didn't try and cover the bruises there, and I probably should have worn a one piece. But, I'm not a very.. quick thinker.

    "What would we do without you to control the drones?" JJ chuckled, as Kiara and John B emerged from the water. "Technically, it's not a drone. It's an ROV." Pope corrected him. JJ shook his head,"Shut up. Shut up. It's too early for that right now." I shook my head, smiling.

    "Hey, look, once we get footage of the wreck, we'll bring it to the lawyer in town and file a formal claim." John B said, swimming around.

   "Dude, it's such bullshit. Why do we have to do that?" JJ asked. "Well, there is maritime salvage law." Pope answered, walking over to the post by JJ and I.

    Pope continued,"You can't just go to the ocean floor and scoop a bunch of stuff up—"

    "I know, I know. It's just, lawyers aren't cheap, bro." JJ sighed.

    "Well, as soon as they see the footage, they'll work for a comp." John B argued.

    Kiara turned towards him,"How do you know all of that?" John B hesitated,"'Cause my dad said it, like, a million times." Kie nodded,"Yeah, that's fair."

    I squinted my eyes,"You don't say." Kie made her way over to the ladder. "This tether is, like, really long. In the wrong weather, this thing could get pushed around." Pope informed them, as Kie made her way up the steps.

   "Then we'll go at dead calm." John B shrugged, as thunder rumbled in the distance. "At slack tide?" Kie asked, receiving no answer.

    "So now we just gotta wait around for the right weather." Pope said, nodding his head,"And today is not that day."

    "YOU three get these groceries over to Figure Eight. Get straight back here when you're done. No fishin'." Heyward said, handing JJ, Pope and I bags,"I promised delivery by this afternoon. Rich folks don't wanna wait for you lazy sons of.. Oh, JJ, thank you.. sons of bitches." He finished.

    "Except you, of course, Tia." Heyward smiles at me. "Right." Pope muttered.

    WE were now on Heyward's boat, groceries loaded up. "Doesn't even look like the storm hit there." Pope scoffed. "That's because they got generators, bro. Get used to it." JJ shook his head.

    I stared at him, as he continued,"And then they say the juice will be out all summer at the cut." "It's nice to be a Kook, huh, Tia?" Pope said, eyeing me. "Lucky bastards." JJ muttered.

    "You guys. Really? I can bring you stuff all the time— and, sometimes you guys can crash my place. When my family is out." I rolled my eyes, noting their attitudes.

    POPE and I carried groceries, I carried a bag and Pope carried some beers. Rafe and Topper stood a few feet ahead. I looked down, avoiding eye contact with my ex best friend and the boy who used to like me.