be my mistake - outer banks (jj maybank)

eight

Dylan awoke to the sound of birds chirping mixed with Kiara's snores. She nudged her best friend, trying to wake her from her deep slumber. Kiara groaned, rubbing her eyes. 

"What time is it?" yawned Kiara, finding herself and Dylan on the floor instead of on the bed they had planned on sleeping in. The girls had passed out after eating so much watermelon gummies and yakking about how perfect Channing Tatum was when he was younger. 

"It's like 2pm. We slept so late, Kie! My boss is gonna be pissed." said Dylan, referring to her job at the golf club she worked at during the week. "Let's get dressed." Kiara shook her head, saying she was gonna chill at her house for a little longer. translation: i'm really just was going back to sleep so fuck off  thought Dylan, shaking her head.

"Okay, well I'm gonna head out then." she said, hugging the tired girl beside her "Tell your parents I say thanks for having me over! Bye! Love you!" yelled Dylan, halfway down the stairs. "Love you too!" half-yelled half-mumbled Kiara, nestling back into her pillow. 

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Dylan grabbed her bag from by the door, waving and thanking to Kiara's parents. She literally sprinted to Sand Point, the golf club she worked at, giving her only 15 minutes to change for her 2:30 shift. She threw on the required pink polo and white tennis skirt and shoes and a visor before jogging to the pro shop. Dylan usually liked her job. She basically just got to chat with cute touron boys and watch Youtube while waiting for a customer to enter. 

Since the shop was pretty much empty, Dylan grabbed a magazine and Diet Coke from the cooler sitting down at the register. She sent a quick text John B she was at Sands Point before flipping through the magazine she picked up. The familiar jingle of the doorbell sounded, causing Dylan to look up and immediately stiffen. Rafe, Topper, and Kelce strolled through the door, chuckling at a joke Topper made. 

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" said Topper, leering at the brunette in front of him. She ignored him, trying not to think about the gross looks he was giving her. wasn't he dating sarah cameron? she thought. 

"Uh oh! Looks like the pogue princess's little boyfriend isn't here to protect her this time." sneered Kelce. "Mind if we take a couple of these beers?" he asked mockingly, motioning to the cooler. 

Dylan clenched her jaws, remembering these brats were members of the club. "Sorry boys. You have to pay for them. FYI, I have the right to refuse anyone service." she said sweetly, giving Kelce a fake smile before turning back to the register. Rafe leaned over the counter, grabbing her neck and forcing Dylan closer to him. 

He whispered "You and JJ are perfect for each other, a fucking slut and a piece of white trash. Good luck surviving off of his paychecks, princess." 

"Money can't buy everything, Rafe." said Dylan, yanking her neck out of his grip. "Oh, but I guess you already knew that since you still haven't figured out a way make your dick longer than 2 inches. Sorry, not sorry. Now please leave this fine establishment before I call the management." Topper and Kelce turned around, gauging Rafe's reaction to her burning insults.

That was the final straw for Rafe. He reached over the counter, pulling Dylan over and slamming her to the ground in one swift motion. Topper watched in horror as Rafe repeatedly kicked her in the stomach. 

"No one turns down Rafe Cameron, you hear?" he yelled as Kelce tried to stop him from hurting her more.

"Dude, she's a girl." he said, trying to calm him down.