「 ✦ THE BONEYARD BITCH ✦ 」

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𝗧𝗢 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘 Outer Banks in the eyes of the teenagers, you need to understand the Boneyard. The Boneyard was MJ's favourite place. She had the perfect excuse to get piss drunk and smoke an excessive amount of weed, two things she'd never say no to. When the pouges had suggested a kegger, MJ was grinning from head to toe for a distraction from everything that had occurred.

Within a couple of hours, she found herself destroying a group of tourist boys in and game of beer pong. She dismissed herself from the game, quickly growing bored. As she made her way through the crowd she acknowledged a few familiar faces before coming to a halt before Kenyon and ZaZa.

The brown-eyed boy took a step forward to call out MJ but stopped when he noticed that she had slipped back into the crowd avoiding his confrontation. To be completely honest, MJ wasn't sure how she felt about the affiliation with her friends and Barry so she decided it was best to deal with it sober and far in the future.

A few beers downed and MJ found herself dancing along to music with a shaggy-haired tourist boy. The mixture of music and alcohol in both their systems made MJ's hips sway easier and allowed the boy to roam his hands further down her legs until she cupped her ass. The boy landed forward and started to place eager kisses alongside her exposed neck.

For whatever reason, MJ decided to allow the boy to continue this although she knew it wasn't going where he wanted. Her blue eyes scared to crowed to make sure her brother wasn't aware of what was going on, when they locked on a pair of blue eyes she felt her heart stop.

It nearly stopped again when she realized the pair of eyes belonged to Rafe Cameron.

Rafe stood in a group of his kook friends, holding a beer can in one hand and a vape in the other. He allowed his eyes to trail down the girl's body, doing a second take to let himself fully take in the grey zip-up hoodie and ripped jean pants she had on. It was completely casual but somehow it looked good on her.

MJ grinned, she let her hands go up to hold the boy's head as he continued to place kisses on her neck, "Coke head," she mouthed to Rafe who scowled.

The tourist boy let his lips dip to her ear and whispered, "Want to leave?"

"Not with you," MJ laughed as she gently pushed the boy away from her body, leaving him behind her flustered and embarrassed.

As the blonde-haired girl pushed her way through the crowd she let out a shriek as someone's strong hand grasped her wrist and tugged her backwards.

She shivered as the person's fingers brushed her hair behind her ear and leaned down, hot breath on her skin as they whispered in an all too familiar voice, "You better keep your mouth fucken' shut about earlier."

MJ felt herself shiver, she tugged her wrist away from the boy and turned around to look at him, "What part? You being a cokehead or you being Barry's little bitch?"

The blonde girl couldn't help but enjoy the fact she had some form of power over the Cameron boy. He constantly terrorized and threatened her friends, she would use up every bit of this power she had.

Power that didn't even last a second.

Rafe's hand shot out and grabbed MJ by the back of her hips, he moved closer to her and continued to do so until he had her backed up against a piece of driftwood, his front pressed into her. With one hand he grabbed her chin and tilted it upwards to look at his burning scowl.

"Keep your mouth shut or I'll beat your brother's face in."

MJ felt her heart racing in her chest at the intense eye contact. She knew that in this case she should be afraid and submit to the boy. But that brief moment of power she had over him, she wanted that again.

So, instead of cowering to Rafe's burning gaze, the corner of her lips curved up in a sly smile as she cooly responded, "Touch him, cokehead, and I'll go straight to Barry."

Rafe scowled, he dipped his head down to her ear. His lips grazed over her skin as he whispered, "I'm sure you'd enjoy him touching you." His hand that was placed on her hip pushed her further into the driftwood as he started to slowly move it downwards, playing with the zipper in her hoodie, "You'd get down on your knees for him, wouldn't you."

"Mhm," MJ mumbled as the boy's hand dipped under the hoodie and grazed against her soft skin, "Just like you get down on your knees for coke."

He shot his head up to meet the girl's wide grin and twinkling eyes. She got a rise out of challenging him, something Rafe wasn't used to.

MJ gently shoved Rafe backwards and stepped around him, turning around to give him her an all-too-familiar whisked grin before she made her way toward a commotion on the beach.

By the time she made her way down towards the commotion, MJ was met with Topper who had John B on the ground.

"What the fuck?" MJ yelled as she grabbed onto the back of JJ's t-shirt, fully aware that he was one arrest away from Luke beating the shit out of him.

"Hey, John B, don't make me drown you like your old man, all right?" He kicked  John B down as everyone gathered around and started to cheer.

Something sparked inside John B as he tackled Topper into the ocean when he wasn't looking. Rule number one of fighting is never to take your eye off your opponent, everyone should know that. It was probably the first thing the twins had ever been taught by their dad.

The two of them threw punches and wrestled each other while everyone cheered loudly. MJ could make out Sarah yelling at Topper, but he didn't listen.

"Sarah, get your psycho boyfriend in check!" Kiara yelled at her.

Within a couple of seconds, MJ released her grip from JJ and the two of them started to cheer on John B, ignoring the glare Pope and Kie sent. They weren't necessarily trying to be bad influences, they just knew that John B needed some support and motivation.

He threw a quick left punch and knocked Topper back.

"That's what I'm talkin' about!" JJ yelled as the boys continued to fight.

Topper quickly threw back a punch and nailed John B in the eye. The two wrestled as John B threw Topper into the ocean.  Topper ran at him and quickly flipped him into the water, holding his head down.

MJ's eyes widened as she realized what was happening, "He's drowning him. Topper! Stop!"

In all the commotion, she missed her brother leaving her side to hold a gun against Topper's head, safety off. "Yeah, you know what that is. Your move broski!

The crowd quickly started to leave, the sound of sirens in the distance indicated that someone must have phoned it in.

"JJ!" Sarah yelled, trying to get him to stop.

"JJ, you got your point across. Let him go," MJ pleaded with him over the screams.

"Put the gun down!" Sarah yelled and JJ laughed.

"Did you say something, princess?" JJ replied, gun still pointed at Topper. Less than a second later, he pulled the gun away from Topper, pushing him into the water.

"Control your brother," Sarah shot at MJ who scowled and balled up her fists.

She wasn't thinking straight and neither was her brother.

"Okay, everyone, listen up! Get the hell off our side of the island!" He yelled as he walked away from the ocean, gun pointed into the sky. Screams and shrieks rose from the crowd of kids running away as JJ fired two warning shots into the air.

"Are you crazy? You idiot!" Pope yelled, pushing at JJ.

"I'm saving his life, okay?" JJ shot back as he pushed Pope away angrily

As everyone ran away, Sarah ran towards her boyfriend. Once she did a check-over to make sure he was okay, the girl turned around to look at MJ, "You and your brother are fucking psychopaths just like your Mom was."

Without thinking, MJ's fist collided with Sarah's face with and loud crack the girl started to scream as blood poured out of her nose. MJ backed away from Sarah and looked up to see Rafe and Kelce watching everything go down. Their eyes locked, MJ held his gaze, only for it to be broken when red and blue blaring lights came closer and the all too familiar Sandra stepped into her line of vision.

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The moment MJ's eyes locked on the person behind her bail she wanted to turn around and voluntarily lock herself back in the cell. With a wicked grin, Barry stood at the bottom of the steps.

"Glad you called me sweetheart," He grinned, "Come on, I'll take you home."

Reluctantly, MJ followed him into his beater car. The second the doors shut around them, Barry's whole personality did a three-sixty. His hand went up to grab the girl's throat where he squeed tightly until she started to water at the eyes.

"Here's the thing, Rosemary, your bail put me out ten thousand. You're cute, but not that cute. Sweethearts gotta make me back the money." His grip tightened even more as MJ's eyes wandered down to the gun below his feet, "You're going to make a drop for me at a party tonight. Too much heat on me."

She started to cough as the air wasn't getting through her throat.

"You got clothes that ain't make you look like a bum? We've got country club people here sweetheart," Berry dropped his hand from her neck and scowled when the girl slowly shook her head. "We'll add on two hundred to your debt and get you something nice, won't we?"

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The level of anxiety the blond girl felt was through the roof. Perhaps it was the scandalous red dress that hugged her body or the bag of cocaine between her breasts. Either way, she was on edge and seriously regretting calling Barry to bail her out.

She should have known it would come with a price.

MJ found herself surrounded by a bunch of rich, drunk, kooks. Although she felt out of control place, everything about her appearance screamed that she belonged there. Multiple boys approached the girl, she dismissed them with only the intention of finding the man Barry had described.

Tall, shaved head, and tattoos covering the skin.

You'd think it would be easy to find such a man, but the endless amount of kooks flooding the house made it nearly impossible.

"Hey, you seem like the type of girl who likes to have a good time, if you've got cash downstairs, alright?" A voice came from behind her.

MJ didn't mess with anything stronger than weed, but she figured whatever was down there might have her guy nearby. So, she nodded, the black heals clicking on the stairs as she made her way down it and into a dimly lit basement.

She glanced around and took in the unfamiliar scene of multiple people, cigarettes and blunts in hand, chatting amongst themselves. Near the middle of the roo,m three couches sat around a coffee table that was covered in pill bottles and lines of what MJ recognized as cocaine.

When she scanned the room looking for familiar faces, none came to mind. So, she pushed her way through a group of people and went down a hallway until she came face to face with the tattooed man.

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authors note:

ahhh I'm so excited for MJ's story to unwind. 

okay, question before i continue writing. When 

i read stories that are word-to-word the script, 

especially when the character's love interest isn't

 really in the majority of the script, I get irritated by 

the lack of the plot. That being said, MJ is going to 

be involved in the gold hunt but in a different way.

chapter song: Carrollton — $uicideboy$