¥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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{Motel or Meth Lab}
JJ glanced around, surveying the damage Agatha had done to the motel. "I thought the chateau looked rough," he muttered. "This place is a total disaster," Pope agreed, shaking his head. I nodded along, taking in the mess.
"Motel or meth lab?" Kie asked, half-joking.
Pope looked at her. "You tell me." She sighed, glancing around skeptically.
"Doesn't exactly scream 'Grady-white owner' vibe, does it?" John B added, raising a brow.
"Nope," Pope replied, "More like the kind of place a Grady-white owner would end up dead." I rolled my eyes as JJ took his spot at the bow of the boat, rope in hand, ready to land us.
"This is your captain speaking—HMS Pogue, coming in for a landing!" JJ announced, pretending to use a walkie-talkie. He hopped off, expertly pulling the boat ashore.
"All set?" John B asked, stepping out after him.
"Yeah, we're good," JJ confirmed with a nod.
"Alright, here goes nothing." John B hopped off, and before I could follow, he blocked my way. "And where do you think you're going?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"To figure out whose boat crashed, obviously," I replied, rolling my eyes.
John B was about to argue, but Kie cut in. "Be careful." She gave me a quick look, and JJ nodded encouragingly as he walked ahead with John B. I took my chance, slipping past them and darting up the stairs. "Catch up if you can, slowpokes!" I called back, hearing John B mutter, "So stubborn," under his breath.
"Jackie!" John B called, but I ignored him, keeping a few steps ahead.
"Just let her go, man. Jackie can handle herself," JJ reassured him, tossing me the keys. I flashed a grin, catching them easily.
JJ nudged John B as we walked. "What's up with you? Why so tense?"
"What?" John B shrugged.
JJ rolled his eyes. "Be so careful, John B!" he mocked in a high-pitched voice, making me suppress a laugh. John B gave him an annoyed shove. "You're so weird," he grumbled.
JJ pressed on. "No, really—what's the deal? When are you gonna make a move, man?"
John B shot him a look. "You know the rule: no Pogue-on-Pogue."
"Right, like you're following that," John B replied. "You're always hitting on Kie."
JJ smirked. "Of course I am. She's this super hot, rich, hippie chick hanging out with us—what's not to love?" he joked, but hearing him say that stung more than I expected.
