Bruises ~ Jiara // obx

9 - Fight in the night

JJ POV

Since Pope had abandoned me at his house, I had pretty much spent the entire time in his room, after passing out. I wasn't really sure why, or how I had passed out, but I faintly recalled a strong pain in my wrist prior to it happening. Fumbling for my phone, I checked the time: 11pm. Surely they must be done by now? I had told them to come back here after, because I had sort of told a little white lie before – I was not gonna be able to get all the way back to the chateau in this thing. The last few hours had consisted of me getting seriously stressed out over angry birds, pondering on how I felt about the idea of Kie and Pope dating, and passing out. How did I feel about Kie and Pope dating? Honestly, if it made them both happy, then I'd class it as a win. But deep down I knew that it wasn't really much of a win for me. My feelings for Kie had recently intensified, especially since the thing with my dad. She had worked her way in, and I had let her. I didn't want to lose that. But at the same time, this could protect her, right? Not being so close to me; having a stronger, different priority. No matter how much it killed me. Suddenly, my phone beeped, and I pulled it out to see a text from Kiara:

'Just finished date night! Went pretty well, we're just leaving now so we'll be back at Pope's in about 20!' I sighed. It went pretty well. I typed back a quick 'Ok' before pushing the thought aside, deciding to try and drift off to pass the time. But I just couldn't seem to get Kiara off my mind; I had pushed her to do this. Try things out with Pope, because he was the best for her. I couldn't give her the good things he could, like a nice, simple life without the worry of money struggles or drugs. I loved her desperately, however, and would give anything to keep her safe. I held onto that thought as I drifted off to sleep.

30 minutes later

"BOO!" I was awakened by someone's futile attempt to jump scare me, who I assume was Pope. Rubbing my eyes, I sat myself up a little, wincing as the pain in my wrist returned.

"Woah. I am real terrified," I laughed, as they both surveyed the room, presumably to check I hadn't been up to anything.

"How you feeling?" Kie asked, and my gaze was suddenly drawn to the fact that they were hand in hand.

"Dead." I replied bluntly. She shook her head, making her way over to sit on the bed. Pope followed her like a lost poppy, and I could see the love in his eyes.

"So how was date night?" I asked as Kie chucked me a slab of cake wrapped tightly in tissue.

"Aww thanks Kie," I smiled mischievously as she smirked back at me.

"I would say it was a success! Right babe?" Pope exclaimed, a little over enthusiastically. Yet I could see in Kie's eyes that she didn't exactly feel the same way, despite her efforts to conceal it. It also caught my eye that she had cringed slightly when Pope had referred to her as 'babe'. But to be honest, I don't blame her; I did as well.

"Yeah," she forced a smile, planting a kiss on his cheek. That was a stab to the chest.

"Ewww save the sappy shit for when I'm not around," I scoffed dramatically, receiving an eye roll from both of them.

"Well man, you gonna have to get used to it," Pope laughed, clearly in a very happy state.

"Well I've been stuck in this smelly box forever, so can we go out somewhere before I literally kill myself," I announced in order to change the subject, wheeling myself away from the lovebirds, or should I say, lovebird.

"Excuse me, this is my room JJ," Pope snapped, sarcasm lacing his tone.

"Sorry chief," I laughed, as we made our way out. The rest of the night was mostly spent wandering around aimlessly and chatting. None of us really wanted to sleep, so we simply made the decision to just hang out. Like the good old days.