Broken Promises- OUTER BANKS

CURSE WORDS (ch.17)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: curse words

"There goes the gold." Pope said as a plane flew over head.

"Shit!" Pope kicked something."Fuck!"

"Pope!" Kie tried to stop him.

"God damn it! Shit! Fuck! Shit! Damn it!" Pope continued o yell a string of curse words as he took out his anger.

"Pope!" Kie continued.

"Kie! Just let him be." i stopped her.

"I was wondering when this was gonna happen. Here you go, chief." JJ said handing Pope a blunt. "A little weed never hurt no one."

"JJ." Kie tried to stop him.

Okay. She's really getting on my nerves. Just shut the fuck up and sit down. God damn.

"Relax, Kie." JJ said.

"You know he doesn't smoke." she told him.

"Well, maybe not until today." JJ said and looked up to Pope who had the blunt in his mouth.

"Pope." Kie tried. "Yeah, what is that gonna help?"

For fucks sake let him live a little, you're not his mom.

"I lost my scholarship. Walked out in the middle of the interview. Every... It's gone. It's not gonna happen." Pope said blowing out smoke.

"You did that for us?"

"No, not for us. For nothing."

"I'm here for you, Pope." JJ said. "Welcome to my world, okay?"

"JJ..." Kie interrupted.

Oh my fucking God!

"What, Kie? He's right." I said, interrupting their conversation.

"It doesn't matter anymore." JJ finished my sentence.

"You don't have to do that." Kie still trying to convince Pope not to smoke.

"What do you care?" he said, brushing her off.

"Dude! Dude, you good?" JJ said cutting off their conversation.

I quickly turned around to see what he was talking about. It was John B...covered in blood.

"Oh, my God! John B!" Kie let out.

"Oh my god, John B who's blood is that? Please don't tel me it's yours?" i walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck into a hug.

"Hey, you okay, man?" JJ said, we heard sirens in the distance.

"John B, are you okay?" Pope asked.

"Shit." everyone said once we all noticed the sound of the sirens as hid behind something.

We all got into Kie's jeep and drove off.

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"John B, what are we doing at the police station?" JJ asked.

"Somebody's gotta tell them what happened." he said lowly.

Pope cut off there mini conversation with a cough attack from the blunt he was smoking.

"Easy there, chief." JJ said. "Damn."

"All right. I'm just gonna be real with you right now." JJ said after a moment of silence. "You might end up in the lion's den, but you don't go there on purpose."

"It's fundamental." i said.

"Just like my old man always told me, you should never ever trust cops, no matter what the circumstance is." JJ continued.