No good for you - JJ
Summary- JJ's dad tells him he's no good for you and he believes him. He ends things with you but realizes his mistake very quickly.
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You bit the end of your pencil, squinting your eyes, deep in thought. “Prophase?”
“Anaphase Y/N.” Pope let out a disappointed sigh.
“Shoot.” You ran your hands down your face in frustration.
“C’mon, Y/N. Even I’ve got it memorized by now.” John B teased, tossing a baseball over his head.
You rolled your eyes, climbing to your feet. You sauntered into the kitchen to grab a glass of water when the familiar engine ripped down the road.
“Finally.” You sighed, smiling as the beautiful blonde approached the door.
JJ entered, huffing as he did so. He said nothing, stalking across the kitchen, grabbing a beer, and heading back outside.
“Nice to see you too, buddy.” John B called as JJ disappeared back outside.
Your eyes flicked between Pope and John B, raising your eyebrow to question JJ’s behavior.
“I’m on it.” You declared, pulling your shoulders back in determination.
Your eyes ran across the yard before landing on the blonde, hunched over next to the fire pit.
“Hi babe.” You chirped, wrapping your arms around him from behind.
He grunted in response.
“Jesus Christ, Jack Daniels.” You could smell the alcohol on him, this clearly was not his first beer. “Pope and I are just about done studying if you want to come in and tell us what’s on your mind.” You hummed, resting your cheek against his.
JJ crushed the beer can in his hand, tearing himself out of your arms.
You stepped back in shock. “Jeez, JJ. What’s wrong?” You muttered.
“Why don’t you just go back to your studying, yeah?” He spit, looking you up and down.
“What’s your deal? Because I know you’re not mad I’m studying.” You accused.
“You know, you really are the pogue princess.” He spit with hostility, throwing the beer can into the fire pit. “You’re little miss perfect, do no wrong, too good for everyone, Y/N Y/L/N.” He shook his hands in emphasis.
“What is this about?” You narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms.
“You’re so naïve. Why are you pretending this is a thing?” He turned away from you, heading towards the dock.
“Why am I pretending what’s a thing? JJ, stop!” You trailed after him.
“Us!” He turned, waving his hand between the two of you. “Why are we pretending this is anything? Huh?” He stalked towards you, his eyes darkening. “Am I just a fun little project for you? A cute little broken toy you get to fix to keep yourself busy?”
“JJ, what are you talking about? Stop it.” You frowned, tears burning at your eyes.
“Just fucking go already!” He yelled, towering over you.
Your bottom lip trembled as you looked up at him. His breathing was heavy but he refused to meet your eyes.
“Fine.” You whispered.
You turned your back on him, heading back into the house as the tears began to pour down your face.
“Pope, can you give me a ride home?” You choked, entering the chateau.
“Woah, Y/N, what’s wrong?” Pope mumbled, his jaw dropping at your tear-stricken face.
“What the fuck?” John B sat up quickly as you sniffled, aimlessly shoving your papers into your bag. “What did he say?”
“Please, Pope?” You begged, meeting his eyes.
“Dammit, JJ.” John B muttered, brushing past you to the front door.
Pope helped you with your bag as John B and JJ yelled at each other in the distance. As you turned for Pope’s truck, you met JJ’s eyes, wet and red. You tore your gaze away, climbing into the truck.
Pope respected your wishes and didn’t pry, only apologizing on JJ’s behalf when he dropped you off.
John B texted an apology, suggesting JJ was too stupid for his own good.
Kiara texted wtf did i miss????
You decided to meet Kie at The Wreck while she finished her shift. Girl talk would let you get everything off your chest and Kie was pretty good at keeping you distracted.
You washed your face, a poor effort at riding yourself of any evidence of the tears you had shed, and pulled on a sweater, heading out to The Wreck.
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“So he just, dumped you?” Kie probed
“I guess.” You shrugged, wiping your nose with your sweater. “Can we get out of here now?” You looked around the empty restaurant.
“Yeah, let me tell my dad. I’ll meet you out back.” She gestured to the beach out back, vanishing into the kitchen.
You tugged your sweater closer, leaning across the railing as you watched the waves roll in.
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You gently closed your eyes, not needing to turn around to realize who had just sniffed behind you.
“Why do you listen to him?” You whispered, referring to JJ’s father. You turned, meeting his eyes.
His jaw tensed as he tore his eyes away from you, running his hand through his disheveled hair.
“He’s right, you know? I’m no good for you.”
“JJ..” You sighed.
“I’ve been in jail more times than you’ve been late to class, Y/N.” He furrowed his brow. “You’re going to realize trying to fix me is a waste of time and I don’t want to hold you back.” He grimaced as if the worst hurt him to say out loud.
You stepped towards him, taking his face in your hands. “JJ, you’re not a waste of time. I’m not trying to fix you because you’re not broken.” Your eyes welled with tears as he struggled to keep his hidden.
He sniffed, tearing his head from your hands.
You pulled him back, forcing his eyes to meet yours. “I don’t care if you’re a wanted felon, okay? I don’t care what your dad says. I don’t care about any of it. You’re JJ. You’re my JJ. That’s the only thing that matters and it breaks my heart that you don’t believe me. That you’d listen to what your father says over what I say.” You pleaded, rubbing his cheek with your thumb.
He bit the inside of his cheek to fight back another set of tears before he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms over your shoulders. “I don’t deserve you, Y/N.” He whispered into your hair.
“Let me love you, JJ. You deserve to be loved.” You looked up at him as he kept his gaze focused on the beach.
“I’m so sorry I let you walk away.” He pulled your head back, bringing his gaze down to you. “I won’t let it happen again, okay? I fuckin’ love you, Y/N.” He choked, searching your face for any hesitations.
“I love you, JJ.” You whispered, pawing at the front of his shirt as he dipped his head down, pressing a needing kiss to your lips.
He laced his fingers through your hair, embracing his lips against yours with urgency as if you would disappear if he let you go.
“Ahem.”
You both pulled away, flushed and embarrassed as Kie leaned against the door with her eyebrows raised.