ʙᴀɴᴅɪᴛ.

against her brain and her better sense of judgement.

tentative hands were slow as they slipped against his own, pulling still fumbling keys from his nimble fingers.

"you nervous or something, maybank?"

to the left as she studied his face, then allowed her gaze to travel down the length of his neck and his arms to his hands that seemed to let on to how nervous he really was behind that cool jj exterior.

"yeah, j, i do."

she answered instinctually, like her heart and her mouth had teamed up ➜

the sound of his shoes slipping into the mix of wild grass and sand alerted her to his resurgence, thick lump in her throat swallowed quickly. the last thing she'd do was further embarrass herself in front of him.. let him on to what was on her mind.

another nod was given, head cocked slightly ➜

that did not come.

made her head ache, thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of her nose in a failed attempt at finding some relief.

’𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬， 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬， 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬．’

kiara mumbled again and again as she began to pace the length of the twinkie, toe digging at the dirt, racking her brain for some answer to this dilemma ➜

taking place in her mind. she couldn't do this.. she shouldn't do this. it was jj. stupid, dumb, charming, lovable jj. what if this changed things? what if letting him jerk about on top of her for ten minutes left their friendship in tatters... and for what? to ease her bruised ego?

the thought ➜

gentle nod was given at his promise to meet her back at the van in ten, half cocked smile all but fading as he turned tail and ran at the possibility.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨？

she thought to herself, turning on her heel and making her way to their meeting place despite the internal battle ➜

i'm gonna put my head in an oven

kook girl?

the jealousy made a chill roll down her spine, head lolling on her neck in response.

no words followed, looking off towards the twinkie... a silent invitation if he were to pick up on it.

unwilling to part with the warmth of his touch.

"i just think－"

she began, unable to piece together a lie that would save her the embarrassment of admitting his insinuation he'd take just about any figure eight girl as repayment was something that cut at her ego. was she not better than some ➜

settle on his sad blue eyes. she hated those damn eyes. the way they melted her resolve.. the way they softened her often hardened exterior.

a frustrated huff was breathed out from her nose, shaking her head, curls bouncing with the movement. she made no attempt to brush off his hold though.. ➜

jj, a boy known across the obx for his natural charisma and playful flirtatious banter. what made this any different than something he'd say to just about anyone for a laugh?

grasp on her arm only momentarily disarms her, eyes finding slender fingers before traveling up the length of his arm to ➜

in truth, the subtlety of his attempts should not have been lost on her.. the gentle touch of his palms and finger tips to her hip, the near intoxicated way he watched her speak.. if it had been anyone else, perhaps she would have seen it for what it was..

but it wasn't just anyone else.. it was ➜

that left her unable to refute her level of sobriety.

"if you wanna fuck a kook, that's something you're gonna have to do without me as a wing man."

the hurt in her voice was overshadowed by her permanent annoyance and for that much she was thankful for.

once, she was left dumbfounded. grip quickly fell from him, both hands slamming roughly against his chest in a sudden shove, needing, desperately, to be released from his undeniable gravitational pull.

"get fucked, jj－"

the words left her with less of a slur than she would have liked, one ➜

found his throat and slid into the hair at the nape of his neck on impaired judgment. admitting it was something else－ admitting it was more, was simply something kiara was not ready to do just yet.

lidded gaze watched as every word fell from his parted lips, anticipation building until all at ➜

come morning, she'd blame the way she hung onto every word on the liquor that coursed through her blood. if asked, she'd blame the way she lingered a little too close to him on impaired reflexes from the smoke that had filled her lungs.. and if confronted, she'd blame the way her free hand now ➜

awake and for what?

grin, fingers idly and honestly, unbeknownst to her, twisting themselves into the fabric of his cut tshirt... a fondness bred only from the mix of proximity and alcohol.. surely.

“𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫？“

deny the sudden excitement that swirled in the pit of her stomach at his demand for repayment... her mind running free with possibility.. what he could possibly want from her... what she'd willingly give after making him work for it.. beg for it, perhaps.

“ 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯？ “

she mused with a ➜

endearment was hidden as she rolled her eyes, scoffing at his dramatic little show. jj had a way of making her smile, making her laugh until she was sure she'd throw up, that no one else did.

single hand shoved softly at his chest, sucking at her teeth in an equally dramatic manner... but she ➜

“ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 ’𝘴𝘰𝘴’ 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦？ “

a lie, yes.. but for good reason.

“ 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶．．． 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴．“

her own chest heaved with a mix of exhaustion and excitement, brown eyes taking in the sight of his dramatic show of exertion. if one thing could be said about jj, it was that he was a good time.. even when his plans were half baked... that much was evident by the lingering smile on his face.

➜

taken to simply look at him, time seemingly slowed.. or perhaps it was the liquor that made it seem so as her eyelids dragged from blink to blink.

"𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴， 𝘫－"

words mused softly, keenly aware of the way his grip remained in her skin despite their get away.

amusement was at its peak as he tugged her along, the warmth of his grasp sending a series of shooting sensations up her limbs, warming her chest before settling in knots in her stomach.

laughter slowly subsided, feet slowing as the chilled evening summer air enveloped her..

a moment was ➜

toppers a bitch. his mama? a bitch. his girl? a bitch. a whole gang of bitches.

and if push comes to shove and only one is possible i'd prefer toppers bitch ass girlfriend.

rafe, topper, toppers little bitch ass girlfriend..