¥showing a willingness to take surprisingly bold risks¥
In which Jackie Routledge and her group of friends from the south side of Outer Banks try to have the summer of their lives, but end up it being filled with mystery, tragedy, risks, adventure...
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{OBX}
Kie scoffs from across the room, shaking her head. "I can't believe this!"
"What?" I ask, turning to face her. We're inspecting the inside of a house that's still under construction.
"They're putting in Japanese toilets," she says with a dry laugh, and I roll my eyes. "Rich Kooks," I mutter. "They don't care about anything but showing off." My jaw clenches, and Kie nods, matching my frustration.
"I mean, this used to be a turtle habitat. But who cares about turtles, right?" She gestures around the room, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
I glance around. Even though it feels wrong, seeing such a lush ecosystem transformed for the rich to flaunt their wealth, I can't help but admire the place. It's massive, and part of me dreams of living somewhere this luxurious one day.
Our attention snaps to the balcony as Pope calls out, "Please don't kill yourself, man!" Kie and I exchange glances, then make our way outside to join the guys. There's John B, balanced on one leg on the edge of the roof.
"What the hell are you doing, John B?" Kie shouts, eyes wide.
"Hey, that's my beer!" I warn. "You'd better not drop it!" He just gives me a mischievous smirk, pretending not to hear.
"Yeah, man, don't spill that beer. I'm not giving you another one," JJ says, grinning as he settles down on the ground next to me. But just as he says that, John B lets the beer slip, spilling it everywhere.
"Nice one, JB," I scoff. "Now I'm out of a drink." He laughs nervously.
JJ rolls his eyes. "I just told you not to, and of course, you did it anyway." We all crack up.
Then Pope chuckles, "Hey, security's here. Time to wrap it up." He gestures to John B to get down from the roof.
JJ grabs my hand, pulling me as we sprint through the house, laughing as our footsteps echo in the empty halls. Two middle-aged security guards chase after us, their voices fading in the chaos of our laughter.
Suddenly, one of the guards cuts us off, forcing us to skid to a halt. JJ quickly helps me up, and we dash out the back.
"Not much of a hugger, man!" we both cheer in unison before laughing and racing toward the fence.
John B pulls up outside in the Twinkie, honking the horn. "Bus is leaving!"
JJ, Pope, and I scramble over the fence. JJ lands smoothly on the other side, but Pope trips, causing me to stumble as well.
