¥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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{Sinking Boat}
"Hey, what's up? Looking good, Jackie." Rafe says, strolling toward us with a smirk.
"Fucking fantastic," I mutter to Pope under my breath.
"Hey, how much for one of those beers?" He points at the bottles in my hand with his golf club.
"Not for sale," I reply sharply, trying to walk past him, but he steps in front of me, blocking my path with the golf club.
"Oh, wait, wait, wait. You can just give us one, right?" Rafe grins, leaning in.
I scoff, rolling my eyes. "Are you deaf? I said they're not for sale. Go buy your own like a normal person."
"Jackie..." Pope starts to say, but I cut him off, shoving past Rafe, only for Rafe to elbow me in the face. I stumble, dropping the beers.
"What the hell, Rafe!" Pope yells, rushing over to check on me.
Before he can even finish the sentence, Rafe swings the golf club at him, hitting Pope in the back. Pope crashes to the ground, groaning in pain.
"Pope!" I cry out, kneeling down to him, but Rafe grabs my wrist, yanking me toward him.
"You fucking owe us for the mess you just made!" Rafe spits, his grip tightening.
"I don't owe you shit, you piece of garbage!" I retort, not backing down. But as he gets closer, I feel a surge of fear creeping in. I try to push it back, refuse to let him see it.
"Hold her!" Rafe orders, shoving me into Topper's arms. He wraps around me like a vice.
"Let go of me!" I shout, struggling against Topper's grip.
Rafe turns back to Pope, swinging the golf club again, and my heart stops when I hear the sickening sound of it connecting with Pope's body. My eyes widen as I see him spit blood, writhing on the ground.
"Oh my God, Pope!" I scream, desperation flooding my voice.
"Rafe, stop! You psycho!" I scream, but he doesn't even flinch.
He pauses for a moment, then turns his gaze toward me, wearing a cruel grin. He walks slowly toward me, and Topper releases his hold. Rafe grabs me by the throat, lifting me off the ground.
"Jackie Routledge. Pogue Princess. John B's perfect little sister and JJ's whore."
"L..L...Let go.." I gasp, my hands clawing at his grip, but it tightens.
