Last Summer

Sarah

"So that's the plan?" Pope asked, nervously. He looked at John B who nodded. He fiddled with his hands. We had planned for weeks, working out every detail. Pope was the brains, we were the brawn.

"Alright, Sarah. It's time for you to execute phase one." My brother spoke to me. My heart began racing instantly.

I turned to John B, "I'll call you if I need you." He kissed my forehead, "I'll be there the second the phone rings."

I let out a shaky breath as I walked out the front door of the Chateau.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Topper's number. He answered on the third ring, "Hey, babe."

"Hey, can you come get me? Harper brought me to the Cut so she could meet up with JJ." I lied. I crossed my fingers, praying he believed it.

"Yeah, I'll be there in ten. Send me your location."

"I will." I hung up the phone before he could say anything else. I started walking down the dirt road, as far from John B's as I could get before sending my location.

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"Do you want to go to the beach?" I asked nervously, getting into the car.

"Yeah, yeah. Sounds good." Topper replied, pulling back on the road.

"Awesome." I deadpanned. My palms were sweating.

"So Harper is running around with that Pogue?" Topper chuckled, shaking his head, "She has so much more potential than that."

Little did he know, it was me running around with the Pogues.

"She likes him. He's annoying and loud, but she's my friend so I support her."

I didn't wait for him to put the car into park before jumping out and walking down the sandy path to the beach.

"Hey, babe. Slow down." Topper jogged to catch up with me.

"We need to talk, Topper." I said, my tone turning serious.

"Okay?"

"I think we should break up." I breathed, I rubbed my sweaty palms on my shorts.

"What?" He questioned.

"I don't want to be with you anymore."

"You fucking slut. You're screwing that Pogue!" He yelled as he slowly put pieces of the puzzle together.

"No, Topper. I'm not. I just don't want to be with you anymore." I watched as he paced in front of me.

"Shut up, Sarah. You're a slut. Admit it. You're screwing John B, huh? Harper isn't with JJ, is she?" His questions hit like bullets.

"No, I'm not screwing John B!" I shouted back.

"Go fuck yourself, Sarah." He let a sigh out as he walked back towards his car, "Fucking Pogue."

I let out a breath. The adrenaline made me shiver.

As soon as Topper's car pulled out of the parking lot, I pulled my phone out to call Rafe.

"It's done. He left me at the beach." I told him.

"I'm on my way."