Not even the dumbest of men would be as dumb as him, and calling him dumb was a compliment. When did JJ become so insane that he thought it was okay to play with death?

John B tried to warn him, a million times, but he wasn't the best example of "don't get involved with the pretty girl who lives on the island's rich side", he couldn't say much without sounding hypocritical.

Dating methods were bullshit, JJ liked to go and see how far he could get—he got somewhere, he just forgot the part where you mentioned that your father was an ex-army soldier, and not one of the nicest men.

Not that it would've stopped him if he had thought better, he would've just mentally prepared himself for the ten times your father almost ran him over. How funny, your father had already tried to kill him and he hadn't even introduced himself as your boyfriend yet.

For reasons of not wanting to die, he convinced you that it was better for this to be secret, just until the dust settled—if the dust would ever settle. Kisses here, caresses there, absolute silence if you both heard your father's car engine pulling into the garage.

At least, JJ knew how to jump out of your window, even when he was wearing his shorts at the same time. New talent unlocked.

But, the real problem was there—when he, with his stupid brain, thought it'd be a great idea to go see you knowing that your father was home. “Have you lost your fucking mind? My dad has good hearing, and he'll kill you if he hears you.” You tried to whisper as you also tried to push him out the window, unsuccessfully, he was stronger.

“Calm down, pretty princess, he's old,” JJ smirked, hands gripping your hips as he pushed you towards your unmade bed. “Old men don't have good hearing, that's just talk.”

Just talk, sure, it'd be just talk if you hadn't hide him behind your door 'cause your father suddenly opened it. “You 'kay, honey? I heard something.” Oh, if he only knew your hand was over your boyfriend's mouth trying to keep him quiet behind the door.