family. | outer banks x oc

i run until i can't breathe

Pulling up to the hawk's nest was quite awkward. Tension between Kiara and I was still visible, and Pope wouldn't make eye contact with me.

I sat on a cheap, leather seat, JJ sat infornt of me. Pope layed behind the front passenger seat, and Kiara sat behind John B, who was driving.

"His it, boys! We're goin'." JJ exclaims when we arrive.

"Recon mission."

"Yo, uh... so, uh, I think I'm gonna do this one by myself." John B explains.

Kiara rolls her eyes, and I look at the floor silently.

"Really?"

"What?" John B asks.

"Nothin'."

"I just don't want to spook Sarah with the peanut gallery." John B explains.

"I just don't understand why we're involving her at all." Kiara argues, again. 

"Here we go." I groan, rolling my eyes.

"We're not involving her, okay?" John B shouts back. "It's-- it's just, uh, like a-- a business meeting."

JJ imitates what he pictures to be John B and Sarah having sex, by pretending to choke on a rock. I hit him in the back of the head while Pope laughs.

"Once we get what we need, we cut her loose, all right?"

"Promise me nothings happening between you." Kie says.

"Nothing is happening, Kie."

Lie.

There is most certainly something happening between John B Routledge and Sarah Cameron.

"I'm being serious."

"Okay!"

"This isn't about youz and this isn't about us." Kie explains. "This is about her."

Thunder rumbles, and lightning strikes. This island can not catch a break from these storms.

Kiara keeps explaining to John B why Sarah is such a bad person, but I honestly couldn't care less. I wasn't part of this battle. Plus, Kiara and I have fought enough for the night.

"Anyways, um... I'm gonna take care of business."

John B gets out of the van, and heads towards the large tower.

"Kiara, holding onto your grudge is like drinking poison and thinking Sarah will die." Pope says.

Finally, someone other than John B has an issue about Kiara's stupid grudge against Sarah. I fucking hate that girl right now.

I hear the sound of a car rolling in behind us. I look out the window and recognize a familiar Jeep, with a familiar boy.

Topper.

I start to leave the car, when Pope grabs my wrist.

"What're you doing?"

"Stay here. I'm gonna try to fix another problem we don't need."

I step out of the car and begin to follow Topper.

Why was he here? And what was he gonna do?

"Topper!" I shout.

He turns around and his eyes meet mine.

"Go home, Alessia."

"No." I state. "I don't want to hear about you doing anything stupid."