𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁 | 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻

(Into It - Chase Atlantic)
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your eyes slowly opened, immediately squinting at the bright sun seeping through the curtains. "how much did I drink last night?" you mumble, suddenly feeling a massive headache. you grab your phone, looking down at "your" shirt. "What the fuck?" you jump, looking around, realizing this wasn't your room, nor was what you were wearing your shirt. "morning sunshine" you hear a raspy voice come from the bathroom.
JJ Maybank, the biggest player in outer banks. "JJ what the hell?" you mumble. "what happened last night?"
"let's just say we broke the no pouge on pouge macking rule" JJ winks, holding a towel around his waist. fuck, he was a player but you had to give it to him, he was hotter than a summer day in Arizona. "no....i'm sorry but I would never have sex with you. ever."
"you already did princess" JJ winks, looking through his closet.
you roll your eyes annoying "no one can ever know about this. no one. not kiara, sarah, pope, john b. no one"
"okay master, no one shall know we fucked"
"shut up" you say, grabbing your shoes.
you walk out of the small house he lived in. "wait Y/N" you hear JJ call. you look up. "my shirt, i'm going to need that back from you" JJ smirks. you roll your eyes, throwing the shirt to him, exposing your bathing suit top.
JJ looks you up and down. "what about a round two?" he yells. "in your dreams maybank!" you yell back, grabbing your bike and driving away.