you and jj met in 8th grade when you first moved. you were polar opposites, but still the same in a sense. because of that, you felt immediately attracted to him.

he never saw you as more than a friend. if even that. more of an acquaintance. two people in the same friend group who only sometimes talked.

but even then, you two knew each other better than anyone else in the group.

which was what eventually pulled him to you too. you dated for about a month. but deep down he knew it wouldn’t last. that he’d break your heart.

it finally happened a week ago. you went to kiss him while he was talking to someone at some party, he swerved. you broke up later that night after you went to talk about it.

now the group was in front of the chateau, cramped around a fire. you only came because kiara practically begged you to.

only it was a waste of time. sarah and john b ran off doing god knows what, pope and cleo the same. kiara had left about 20 minutes ago to use the bathroom, obviously it wanting to be in the middle of the tension.

safe to say they wouldn’t be back anytime soon.

so now you and jj sat alone, an awkward silence surrounding the two of you. you could faintly hear frank ocean playing from the speaker that sarah had turned down because she couldn’t here anyone talk.

you had your arms crossed, refusing to even look at jj. while jj on the other hand had been staring non-stop.