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"Great fucking job, JJ." John B says sarcastically as I sit in the passenger seat of the Twinkie.
John B had just picked Pope and I up from behind this shack and now we were headed to grab Kie, then Zia. John B hadn't told us why yet, but it was probably something to do with that stupid compass.
"Hey man, you shouldn't have kept it from her." I defend my self after telling John B about how Z found the locket and wanted us dead.
"Hey, I was gonna give it back. I really was. But then we got shot at and maybe the locket wasn't my first priority." John B says as he pulls into The Wreck parking lot.
"Yeah, well then you hid it from her. You could've given it back and we wouldn't be in this mess." I say as I take a drag from my Juul.
Yes, I feel bad for keeping the locket from Z. I feel fucking awful. I know she won't forgive me, or at least forgive me anytime soon. She's probably more pissed at John B then at me.
This totally just fucked everything up. I really thought that Z had started to form some type of feeling towards me, especially since she agreed to the stupid bet. But then she accepts some strangers date, and I'm back to square one.
"I'll grab Kie." Pope announces after being silent for about the whole car ride.
At this point, Pope knew about the locket. We had to tell him everything that was going on. He wasn't all that shocked, he said that it was probably a cousin that passed or something.
It would make sense. Just why would she hide it?
Pope climbs out of the van and enters The Wreck.
"Listen man, you can't tell me that you don't want to know about what's in that locket. That you don't want to know who that kid is." John B looks at me and attempts to persuade me into questioning Z about it more and more.
John B was right. I did want to know the story, but it wasn't worth risking our entire relationship with Z.
"Dude, I'm not fucking up everything with Z just cause you're curious, alright?" I attempt to end the discussion. Before John B can say anything else, Pope comes out the door and leans on the gate.
"She says she's not coming." Pope says disappointingly.
"Why not? What'd you do to her John B?" I immediately blame John B for Kies lack of participation.
"Hang on." John B groans as he climbs out of the car. "I'll handle this." John B walks up to The Wreck and enters.
Pope climbs back into the van.
"You think Z's gonna forgive him?" Pope asks, referring to John B.
I scoff.
"The chance of her forgiving him is like one out of 16,000, Pope. She'll forgive him when John B apologizes for the millionth time." I say, looking out the passenger window, waiting for Kie and John B to get into the van.
