𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 || 𝒋𝒋 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒌 [discontinued]

★ 17 - incorrect math

"i know you're a star
where you go i follow
no matter how far
if life is a movie
oh you're the best part."

☆

Izzy

"Look, I'm calling it off. Peterkin said if we stay out of the marsh, she'll help us out with DCS."

"And you believed her?" I ask John B as he stands with his hands in his hair, clearly stressed out about a police officer showing up to our house again.

"Yes, I believed her Iz, what else do you think I'm supposed to do?" He retorts back with an attitude, I look down at the floor from the table on sitting on.

Aggressively chucking a rock across the yard, JJ seems outraged, "An actual cop John B. You believed a cop?!"

He seems awfully riled up this morning. We both had a good night's sleep and he woke up fine- talk about mood swings. Swinging my leg over his thigh, I poke at his back mumbling, "Calm down."

He nods without looking at me as John B starts rambling on again, "All Iz and I have to do is stay out of the marsh for a couple days and she'll help us out. You don't want Izzy to move away do you?!"

As soon as my name is mentioned, J seems to get even more frustrated, slamming his hand onto the table in anger.

"And it doesn't help that your ass was the one shooting the gun." John B says, adding yet more oil to the fire.

JJ scoffs and walks away from the table, my leg toppling back onto the surface of it.

"You know what I should have done? Just let Topper, drown your ass."

"Oh really? Topper was gonna drown me?"

"Have you looked in a mirror yet?"

"Tell me some more. Come on." John B challenges, Pope and Kiara giving me the same look of 'here they go again.'

"You know, they always win. Kooks versus Pogues. It's always them!" JJ yells, punching the ball buoy hanging above him which makes me momentarily jump from the sound.

Hopping off the table I approach him and slip my arm around his bicep, the tension slowly easing away. I keep having to remind myself: PDA to a minimum. And I'm the one who made the rule.

"It's okay JJ-" Kie starts but is quickly cut off by him, "No, it's not okay Kie."

I take my arm out of his just when he starts reaching his peak of annoyance. I don't really understand what's so serious about this anymore- I'd rather not go into foster care with JB.

"Pope- I understand you, you're the golden child, you've got too much at risk." JJ exclaims, Pope giving him a weird look I can understand as delusional.

"And Kie- you're already rich as fuck anyway."

Then coming up to John B and slinging his arm around his shoulders he states, "But we- us." JJ points over at me and smiles.

"We got nothing to lose. The reason why they don't want us down there is because there's something valuable. I say you steal the scuba stuff from the Cameron's boat. And we go and check out what's really there." JJ whispers with that mischievous grin plastered on his face.

The two of them walk over to where I stand as I hear J mumble into John B's ear, "You don't see rich kids in foster care, do you?"

A part of me wants to punch him in the stomach, but this rebellious, reckless part of him is what drew me to him in the first place. Who doesn't like a little mix?