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A strong ray of sunshine shone directly at Annabelle's eyes and she turned in her bed in an attempt to avoid it. For a short moment, her morning was peaceful but as she opened her eyes for a split second, she caught a glimpse of the wall. Brown, wooden walls. Which was weird because Annabelle had grey walls in her bedroom.

The realization crashed over her, the impact shooting her up into a sitting position. Wooden walls, earthy smell, blue bedding, messy floor. She knew exactly where she was.

The memories of last night melted together, hitting her with a harsh headache. Annabelle threw her head back into the pillow, letting a quiet groan leave her lips as she rubbed her forehead. Last night happened too fast. She was heading for Kiara's parent's restaurant but suddenly she was with Rafe Cameron doing drugs. She couldn't believe what she had done. Not only doing lines with Rafe but also kissing him.

She knew that she couldn't tell anyone of her friends about what happened and how she got the drugs.

Annabelle sighed as she slowly sat up. Placing her face in her hands the girl sat on the edge of the bed wanting nothing more than to go back to bed. She picked up the closest hoodie, draping herself in it before she stood up.

The floor creaked under her as she walked out of the room and into the hallway. The sound of something frying, skillets and plates against each other and water dripping from the sink flowed from the kitchen at the far end of the corridor. Annabelle crept down the hallway where the walls stood dressed in scattered baby pictures of JJ. Annabelle stared at them in admiration. She smiled at one of JJ at only a few years old, standing on a surfboard on the beach that looks huge in comparison to his small figure. The sight was so adorable and heart shattering at the same time. She couldn't believe how JJ's father could treat him like this, when he's once been this small happy boy.

Some spots of the wallpaper had loosened and stains were visible on the carpet under Annabelle's feet. JJ's house reminded her so much of her own.

The girl entered the kitchen where JJ stood topless by the stove, his face away from Annabelle. The smell of burnt scrambled eggs filled the air and the tabletops were filled with plates, ingredients, and eggshells.

Annabelle remained in her spot, watching the boy in front of her. A sweat drop drifted down his toned back and he waved away the steam from the eggs on the stove. He spun around, freezing in his step as his eyes locked on the girl in the doorway. "Annabelle." He breathed. "Morning." He said and she responded with a smile.

"Morning."

"I made you eggs but unless you like the flavor of coal then we should probably just throw them out." Jj waved at the miserably failed eggs making Annabelle snort out laugh.

"Thank you, really. But I'm not that hungry anyway." She smiled, her arms crossing over her chest.

"Yeah." He chuckled and poured the eggs onto a plate. "Let me know if you change your mind." He lifted a piece to his mouth but quickly hissed out in pain, throwing it back onto the plate. Annabelle covered her laugh with the palm of her hand.

"Warm." He informed her and nodded toward the eggs to which Annabelle nodded, suppressing her laugh at his stupidity. "Want something to drink? We've got..." He opened the fridge. "Uhm, well nothing." He closed it again.

"Don't worry I'm not that thirsty," Annabelle said and JJ cursed at the empty fridge. He sucked in a deep breath before glancing up at her from across the kitchen.

"How are you?" JJ shifted to a more serious tone.

Annabelle cleared her throat. "I'm good." She smiled. JJ nodded slowly before damping his lips with his tongue.

"I was worried sick last night." He breathed. "What the hell happened?"

"JJ I don't want to talk about it."

"I can't believe you went to that scum bag Barry. And why the drugs?" He shook his head.

"It was a one-time thing. I don't want to make a big deal out of it." Annabelle stiffened.

"But it is a big deal, Bells," JJ said, pushing away from the counter and walking over to her. "Talk to me."

He stopped in front of her. Annabelle sighed and looked up at him. Shame and guilt consumed her, robbing her of the smile on her face. She hated lying to her friends. She wanted to tell him about last night but she knew that she couldn't tell him the truth. She felt awful for kissing Rafe only a day after her and JJ's kiss.

"I'm telling you. I'm fine. Totally." She forced a smile. The blonde's gaze lingered over her for a moment before exhaling deeply and nodding. He damped his lips once again. He looked hesitant like there was something he wanted to say. He bit the inside of his lip and turned around, leaving Annabelle with a puzzled expression.

"Dad's out. You can stay here tonight as well if you want to." He says after a moment of silence.

"That'd be great. Thank you, JJ." She smiled appreciatively.

"Yeah no worry." He said. "We could watch one of those 2000's romcoms you love so much. Nowhere hill or whatever they're called."

"Notting Hill?" Annabelle almost squealed. "Really?"

"Sure." He shrugged a smile tugging on his lips at the sight of her excitement.

"You have no idea how happy this makes me." She smiled and the boy felt his heart skip a beat at the sight.

"But first we need to put that drone to the test."

After Pope determined that the weather wasn't right for them to be able to send the drone down, Kiara and John B returned home as Annabelle, JJ, and Pope headed to Heyward's restaurant after Pope told them about some job he needed them to do. Annabelle didn't hesitate to join the two boys. She still owed Heyward a favor after she bailed on him the day after the hurricane.

"You guys, get these groceries over to Figure Eight. Get straight back here when you're done. No fishing." Heyward handed Annabelle three bags of groceries for her to place them in the boat.

"I promised delivery by this afternoon." He informed the three teens. "Rich folks don't wanna wait for you lazy sons of..." Hayward cut himself off as he turned around to the sight of JJ with a wide smile and his arms stretched out and ready to grab the bags from the older man.

"Oh, JJ, thank you." Hayward cooed and the blonde smiled proudly.

"Right." Pope nodded to his father.

"Aye aye captain." Annabelle smiled and waved at Hayward as they drove off on the boat.

As they speeded over the waters, Annabelle sat on the small makeshift stool, with her small makeup mirror in front of her, as she placed her hair in a bun. She examined her face. She looked tired and pale. The girl attempted to fix it with the few makeup products she had in her bag before packing it away.

"You're gonna walk into Kooklandia with a knife?" Annabelle asked when she turned around to see JJ playing with his knife. "You're not very popular over there after waving a gun around."

"You can never be too prepared." JJ shrugged, flipping his knife up and down, almost letting it dance over his fingers.

"Prepared for what?" Annabelle smirked. "Old farts dressed in polo from head to toe?"

JJ attempted a flip but slipped and the knife fell to the ground. The sharp blade dug into the floor of the boat, one inch away from Annabelle's foot.

"You maniac." Annabelle gasped and pulled the knife out of the floor. "I was one inch away from losing my toe!"

JJ chuckled. "That's on me." He lifted his hands in the air.

"Your little toes are what gives you all your balance. It's like the most important toe!" Annabelle said making JJ laugh even more. "It's true. Right Pope?"

The two turned to the boy behind the steering wheel but he paid them no mind. Instead, his eyes lay attached to the houses along the beach. Multiple-floor mansions with huge gardens and white tall walls, looking untouched. By the looks of the mansions the hurricane may not even have occurred. While most houses on the cut were still a bit messed up, the kooks lived peacefully in their perfect homes. It was unfair.

"Doesn't even look like the storm hit there," Pope stated.

"That's because they got generators, bro. Get used to it." JJ said. "And they say the juice will be out all summer at the cut."

"It's nice to be a kook," Pope said and Annabelle nodded.

"We picked the wrong parents." She sighed.

"I even heard that the Camerons threw a party and everything last night." JJ scoffed and Annabelle instantly stiffened. "I mean, can you even imagine? While most people are suffering over at the cut, with no power the kooks having the time of their lives. It's like they're pissing on us, man."

Annabelle remained silent as Pope hummed along. She doubted that her presence at the party last night went unnoticed. If the word caught up to any of her friends, they might actually murder her.

Annabelle was quick to assign herself with delivering three bags to one of the clubhouses not far away. Putting on a fake smile as she handed them over to one of the maids at the club.
Kooks really couldn't do anything on their own.

When she returned to the boat there were still two bags left. Annabelle looked at the list that Hayward had given them and scanned through it to find that the last two were going to the house by the golf course. Since she had time to kill, she picked up the bags and headed for the golf course.

The scene that she was met with as she entered the golf course made her drop the bags instantly. Pope lay on the ground while Topper connected a kick to his ribs. The sun illuminated something glittering on Pope's head. Blood.

However, Topper wasn't alone. Rafe stood by his side with his golf club in hand. The items that once lay in Pope's grocery bags were scattered over the sandy ground.

Annabelle rushed forward, her presence announced by the thud of her bags falling to the ground.

"Rafe, what the hell!" Annabelle stormed toward them. The Cameron boy's entire face seemed to shift at the sight of the girl.

"Bells?" He huffed.

"Get the fuck off him, you maniac." Annabelle grabbed the neck of Topper's shirt attempting to push him off her best friend but she was unable to build enough force for Topper to lose footgrip. Instead, he used his arm to shove the girl off him. Annabelle crashed onto the sand, her head colliding with the ground harshly.

She opened her eyes to the sight of Rafe's hand reaching out for her. Annabelle glared at him, ignoring his offered hand, and stood to her feet swiftly.

"You okay, Bells?." Rafe attempted to examine her head but she was  quick to step away from him.

"Get away from me." She said coldly. Topper had hurried over to the bags that Annabelle had dropped earlier. "Don't touch that Topper. It's not yours!" Annabelle shot back up into a stance, stopping Topper from running past.

"Step out of the way dirty pouge." He said through gritted teeth causing an instant reaction from Rafe who barked at him.

"Hey! Let's just go." Rafe said making Annabelle look at him. The moment her gaze left Topper he swiftly slipped passed her and she sighed.

She leaned down to help Pope when Rafe grabbed her gently. "I swear, I told him to stop. He just didn't want to listen-"

Annabelle shoved the boy off her, her eyes glaring at his face. "Get out of my face, Rafe." The warning didn't seem to be enough as the boy quickly opened his mouth again but she was swift to stop him. "Not. Now."

She turned away from the boy, completely ignoring him. She bent down next to Pope, her hands shakily moving from his face to his bruised stomach. Tears crawled their way to her waterline at the sight of the pain that Rafe and Topper had inflicted on her best friend.

Pope groaned and his head fell back. Blood dripped from the wound on his head and his mouth was full of the red substance. Annabelle let out a sob under her breath and noticed Rafe's lingering presence next to her until the boy finally marched away hesitantly.

"I'm so sorry, Pope." She sobbed over him. Rafe glanced back from a distance as the girl hunched over her best friend desperately trying to help him.

Annabelle's gaze flickered up at him for a moment catching his gaze in hers. The boy stared at her before unwillingly being forced away by Topper.

They walked back to the boat and Annabelle did everything she could to treat Pope's wounds. She had tried to convince him to hold the cold beer to his cheek where a dark bruise was already visible. However, the boy just pushed her arm away. His eyes narrowed, hands gripping the steering wheel hard enough for his knuckles to whiten and his heavy breathing proved the rage that he so desperately tried to suppress. He hadn't said a thing since the fight leaving the two friends to sit in silence until a familiar voice shouted at them from the dock where the boat stood.

"Guys! You are not going to believe what just happened to me!" JJ laughed as he came running toward them. The moment he jumped on the boat, Pope took off and they began speeding over the still waters.

"That's the best 100 bucks I've ever made!" JJ cheered. "When I say count me in on all these grocery deliveries, Pope, I mean it."

JJ entered the boat's cockpit with a huge grin on his face, almost skipping inside. Annabelle sat on the open counter surface next to the steering wheel where Pope stood behind.

The blonde sat down on the small makeshift stool, his eyes ping-poning between his two friends. His grin was slowly stolen from his face as he noticed the tension in the room.

"Whats up with you?" JJ said after trying to gain Annabelle's eye contact but the girl kept her gaze plastered on Pope.

JJ leaned forward slightly to make Pope look at him but instead, his eyes latched themselves on the dark bruise that trailed up the side of his face. The blonde stood up so hastily that the stool fell back. "Yo, what happened to your face, dude."

His eyes traveled over the bruise and lifted Pope's cap to reveal how far up it stretched but the boy was quick to shove his hat back down.

"Jesus!" JJ exclaimed as he managed to catch a glimpse of the impact of Topper's freak-out. "What happened?"

"Topper and Rafe jumped me," Pope said, his eyes burning as he stared in front of him.

JJ dragged a hand through his head. "Son's of- " he turned around. Two worried eyes scanned Annabelle, stopping at her red eyes revealing that she had been crying. "They laid a hand on you too?!" His voice is hoarse.

Annabelle shook her head.

JJ sent her a last glance before spinning back around to Pope. "What are you gonna do?"

Annabelle had never seen such hatred and anger in Pope's eyes as he turned his head to look at JJ. JJ nodded as if the two could speak to each other telepathically. Annabelle knew that whatever ideas were blooming inside their heads, wouldn't be good.

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the gif is a little misleading. in the show Rafe is the one attacking Pope but since we love our baby Rafe, it's topper in this story

I also wannahear EVERYONES opinion on what Annabelle did. Is it wrong not telling her friends? Do you view her as a bed person for kissing Rafe after she kissed JJ and who do u think should be endgame

ID LOVE OF EVERYONE REPLIED TO THIS IT WOULD REALLY HELP ME^^^