𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

CHAPTER THREE

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹[Chapter Three] -'♡'-

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Bad Idea
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Calista awoke to the sensation of two heavy bodies landing on top of her, shaking her from her sleep. She blinked groggily and found herself buried under JJ and John B, both grinning widely.

"Yo, get up, Cal! We got a big day ahead of us," JJ said, nudging her to the edge of the bed.

She groaned, pulling the covers tighter around herself. "Nooo... I'm so tired."

"Your alarm's been going off for five minutes," John B added, and her eyes shot open. She scrambled out of bed, shoving them off in her haste.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna be late!" She grabbed a red bikini from her top drawer and a pair of denim shorts, racing to the bathroom and slamming the door behind her. "Can one of you bring me my hairbrush?" she called through the door.

JJ smirked at John B, grabbed the brush, and pushed the bathroom door open to hand it to her. "Where're you running off to, anyway?" he asked as she took it, nudging him back out so she could finish getting ready.

"I'm meeting a friend," she replied, pulling on her shorts and reaching for a spritz of perfume before dashing back into the bedroom to grab her shoes.

"You don't have friends," John B teased, following her into the hall.

"Ouch," she shot back, grinning as she turned around to face him. "Yes, I do! I'm meeting Jenna." She tilted her head, offering them a playful smile before heading toward the kitchen, where her father was already seated, sipping coffee.

"Morning, Papi," she greeted him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders in a quick hug. "Running late-I'll see you later."

"Morning, pop," JJ added, tapping Calista's father on the shoulder.

"Morning, Mr. Carrillo," John B said, more reservedly. Though months had passed since Big John's death, John B still couldn't bring himself to call him anything else, while JJ had called him "Pop" since he was old enough to talk.

As she rushed out the door, her father called after the boys. "You two moving to Figure Eight with us, or what?"

John B hesitated, his face somber. "I don't know... I didn't realize you wanted me to."

"Eh, you're a son to me. Your dad was my best friend. Let me help you."

John B gave a nod, gratitude briefly softening his expression.

Later, Calista was speeding down to the beach on her bike, parking it against a tree before heading toward the shore. She spotted Rafe standing there, hands in his pockets, watching the water. With a quickened pace, she walked over and nudged his shoulder.

"Thought I was getting stood up," he smirked, turning to look at her.

"Blame my brothers for not waking me," she replied, rolling her eyes. She glanced around, biting her lip. "Hey, did you drive here?"

Rafe looked at her, slightly confused, before nodding. She grinned. "Good, because I didn't bring my board. We can go back to my place and grab it."

Rafe raised an eyebrow. "You surf?"

"Of course," she said, hands on her hips. "And I've even got an extra for you if you're up for it."

"I don't surf," he replied, brushing it off.