The Floozy • JJ MAYBANK • Outerbanks

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Paris pulled away from John B and jumped down from the landing. She leaned over the side of the balcony, struggling to catch a breath. The brunette boy stood on the roof looking terrified, hands running through his hair.
"Paris? Paris are you okay?"
She nodded, but tears started falling down her face as she gasped for air.
"Hey Pope, JJ, I think she's having a panic attack." Kie glared at John B, who placed his palms up in defence.
JJ ran to her side, and tried to get her to breath with him.
"Pope what do I do, it's not working," he groaned.
Pope gently moved JJ out of the way, and started whispering to Paris.
As soon as John B got to the ground, Kie charged at him and slapped him.
"Yeah, I deserved that."
Paris had calmed down now, and slid to the floor crying into her knees.
"What the hell were you thinking, John B? Look at her, look at what you've done."
"I just thought-"
"No, man you didn't think." JJ sat down next to Paris.
"It was just, I assumed that, since we-"
"John B for once in your life, shut the fuck up."
Paris was looking over at the boy, with a frown on her face.
"I'm just- I'm just gonna go home."
"Paris wait-"
JJ slammed John B against a wall as he tried to follow her.
"What the hell, man. What, does the bro code just not exist now?"
Pain was etched across the blonde boys face.
"What did you do to her- with her."
"What?"
"How did she get the feeling back after Rafe, huh?"
"Dude, come on-"
JJ had tears down his face, "no tell me, come on."
"JJ, it was just to get her back on her feet, we both agreed it didn't mean anything-"
"It obviously did to you didn't it? Fuck." The boy walked away from John B, before circling back around. "How could you do that to me? You know how I feel."
"I'm sorry, JJ come on."
Kie has ran after Paris, but Pope was sat, thinking.
"I love her man, she's the first person I've ever fucking loved, and you go and fuck her."
"Don't say it like that."
JJ shoved John B in the chest.
"What? How it is? You really get everything, don't you? I just need her, and I'm happy, but no you take her too."
"JJ-"
"No John B, he's got a point. You know how he feels about her, but you still did it. That's in complete violation of the bro code."
"Are you two finished?"
"I love her man. I really fucking love her, but she doesn't want any of us. I don't know how to make her see- feel, I don't know." John B wrapped his arms around the boy.
"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry."
"Fuck, I need to go find her."
Pope clapped him on the back as he ran off.
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JJ ran straight to Paris' bedroom, where she was rapidly trying to cover her bruise with makeup.
"Paris?"
"It won't cover, JJ. My mom is doing her thing and it won't go away."
"Calm down, we can figure something-"
"Paris? Get your arse down here, I called you ten minutes ago."
"Fuck, fuck, okay. It's fine, it's fine."
The boy stood shocked as the girl stripped down to her underwear.
"What are you doing?"
"Um wait here, okay?"
She ran out of the room and headed down the stairs to where her mom was sat with a gin and tonic.
JJ completely ignored her and hovered by the door, watching closely.
"Mom?"
"Spin."
She did as she was told.
"Alright, now on the washing machine."
The middle aged woman had a marker in her hand.
"Mom, please."
"Do as you're told."
Paris sat down, and her mother started circling bits on her body. The girl angrily brushed away a tear.
JJ was confused for a moment but then realised what was going on.
"And how did you get that bruise on your neck?"
"A boy I know got a little angry."
"So you deserved it?"
She nodded.
"Keep that one, he knows how to treat an ignorant fat slut like you."
The boy stood, eyes wide. Paris had been slightly underweight for as long as he could remember.
"Same as last time, I'll weigh you at the end of the week. I want at least 5 pounds gone, preferably ten."
Paris nodded.
"Take the bottle in the cupboard, and there's a drink in the fridge for you."
The girl took the two things and left, walking into JJ on her way out.
"Come on, quick. Let's get you out of here."
He gave her his shirt and took her by the hand.
After a few minutes of walking, JJ paused, "you have no shoes on."
Paris shrugged. She laughed and jumped on his back. "So where are we going?"
"Do you mind if we go to John B's place? My dad is-"
"Yeah that's fine. Hey JJ?"
"Yeah?"
"I didn't want John B to kiss me, I swear."
"I know, don't worry."
They arrived just as it was getting dark; Paris had fallen asleep on JJ's back..
"Oh my god, we were getting worried."
Pope and Kie ran towards them, but John B cautiously stayed back.
"Help me get her off."
Pope carried Paris to JJ's room and then rejoined the crew on the porch.
"Kie did you know about her mom?"
"What? What's wrong with her mom?"
"Fuck," the boy ran his hands through his hair.
Paris walked out sipping something from a plastic cup she had been carrying.
Pope snatched it away, pointing at something floating at the bottom of her drink.
"Someone put something in your drink."
She took it back and continued to drink it, "I put it there."
"You drugged yourself?"
Sitting down next to JJ, she shook her head.
"It's a pill."
"Is that what your mom gave you?"
Paris nodded. The boy prised the drink out of her hands and threw the contents onto the ground.
"You aren't drinking that."

In case you can't tell, Paris' mom was definitely in a sorority house.