This is the second part of a writing challenge. Read the first part here.
Description: You were “friends” with John B until he met Sarah Cameron and things changed.
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The basement of the Crain house was suffocating. You forced back angry tears as you helped lower John B and Sarah into the well.
JJ and Pope were speaking down the well to John B and Sarah but you weren’t paying attention, secured in your spot between JJ with the end of the rope wrapped around his body and Pope at the mouth of the well making sure things went smoothly.
“Fuck!” JJ growled, losing his footing and falling to the hard ground. The rope slackened and as much he and Pope tossed their weight against it, John B and Sarah were free falling down the well.
“Help us!” Pope cried, snapping you back to reality as you threw your body against the rope.
Your bodyweight combined with Pope’s was enough for JJ to stabilize his footing. Not willing to risk any other complications, the three of you pulled the pogue and his kook girlfriend back up the well.
“We shouldn’t send two people down at a time,” JJ spoke up, “we can’t handle it up here if even the slightest thing goes wrong.”
He gave you a knowing look and you dropped your gaze to the dirt floor in embarrassment. It was one thing to be into John B and jealous of his relationship with Sarah but it was another to be so bothered that you couldn’t think clearly in actual life or death situations.
“Yeah,” John B agreed, pulling himself out of the well before extending a hand to Sarah, “we need a better plan.”
*
“You’re aware that you’re at the root of this, right?”
The pogues, minus Kiara, sat on the porch of the Chateau passing a blunt back and forth while they discussed their next plan of action.
“That’s bullshit,” John B exhaled a cloud of smoke before speaking again, “I didn’t do anything wrong, Pope.”
“Are you fucking serious?” JJ piped up, “‘Your girl’ was spending every night in your bed until Sarah Cameron took her clothes off for you.”
The words ‘your girl’ hit John B like a ton of bricks. When your friends with benefits arrangement began, he said you were his when anyone got too close to you. The status of your relationship wasn’t official but the brunette had no intention of sharing you with anyone.
“JJ it wasn’t like that,” the boys locked eyes and stared the other down until John B gave in and looked away, “you know I’d never purposely hurt her, Sarah just kind of happened.”
“I know, and so does she, but I think she needs to hear it, man. Give her closure and let’s get back to the money.”
“Where is she?”
“On the beach with Kie, be careful.”
John B pushed himself off the couch and shoved the screen door open a little too hard. He headed toward the beach knowing that he had to deal with two women wanting to rip him to shreds.
*
The fire by the beach was blazing, the girls sitting on opposite sides of the flames were easy to make out. They laughed together and drank from solo cups while John B hung back out of view, trying to figure out what he would say.
‘Your girl’ was spending every night in your bed until Sarah Cameron took her clothes off for you.
JJ wasn’t lying. John B spent countless nights taking in the scent of your shampoo as he kissed the most vulnerable parts of your body. He had no problem wrapping his hands around your thighs and eating your pussy until you couldn’t take it any longer. He happily rocked his hips against yours until he was close and finished on your stomach.
He was perfectly happy spending his time with you, and inside you, until he met Sarah. John B fell fast and hard for Sarah Cameron, leaving you figure out your feelings entirely on your own. He was hesitant at first, sneaking around with Sarah in secret, but when you didn’t respond to him suddenly pulling away for no apparent reason, he got sloppy.
The secret that was their relationship cracked wide open and they quickly and easily fell into being public. You were good at hiding your feelings, so good that none of the pogues knew how long it actually took you to get over your feelings for John B.
Truth be told, you didn’t either, because you hadn’t been able to do it yet. Kiara was the only one that knew about your lingering feelings for the brunette and as kind as she tried to be to Sarah, she couldn’t help but be irritated by her presence.
“Hey,” his voice was barely above a whisper, he cleared his throat and tried again, “hey!”
Two sets of eyes rolled at the sight of him but he approached the fire regardless, hands up in defense.
“I think we should talk,” John B’s gaze was trained on you, “we probably should’ve talked a long time ago.”
“Sure, JB, let’s talk.”
He didn’t miss the sarcasm in your voice, and he tensed when you tossed your cup of beer into the fire, sending up more flames and sparks. Kiara excused herself and headed up the chateau, leaving the two of you alone.
“I’m sorry,” John B wouldn’t meet your eyes, “i’m sorry I lied to you about Sarah. I’m sorry I didn’t end our arrangement the right way. I’m sorry for hurting your feelings. I’m sorry for everything I’ve done to ruin us.”
“Us? What are we, John B?”
“We’re friends,” the words didn’t leave his lips as solid as he’d hoped, “we’ve always been friends.”
“That’s such bullshit,” you pulled your chucks on before standing up and walking toward the chateau, “we can talk when you’re willing to admit there was something between us before Sarah came into play. Until then, get fucked John B.”
