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35. JoJo, have you learned nothing?!

T H I R T Y - F I V E
JoJo, have you learned nothing?!

*I'm so tired because I worked all day lmao so please excuse shoddy (more so than usual) editing, I will also finish the last a/n and this one tomorrow
I did a new cover and I spent so much time on it that I have no clue if it's even good or not, I guess when I wake up it may be changed back to the other one
And finally, if you are enjoying please vote or comment (if you want, you have free will). I read every single comment and the fact this story is almost at 2 million reads makes me want to cry
This is the actual final thing, why is my story not on any reading lists tag things? It's weird because all of my other ones are but this one isn't?? I'm bad at technology help
Hope you enjoy!*

I don't like cardio at the best of times, the feeling of my muscles screaming to stop is a sign I listen to. But, I especially don't like cardio just after I've woke up, it adds insult to injury—I have to get out of bed without my hour of staring at the ceiling, how tragic.

Right now, as JJ, John B, Sarah and I run across the dock I do want to go on a murder spree. With peace and love, obviously. Kill 'em with kindness and all that crap. JJ's always got a few weapons floating around my bedroom, I even found a pocket knife next to my tampons. 

As my feet slam against the worn planks I'm shocked I haven't tripped and eaten shit, one of my shoelaces untied before getting off my street.

I can see Pope and Kie about to tie up the boat, "Guys, don't tie up! Stop it!" JJ shouts from the end of the dock.

"Wait, why?" Pope questions validly.

"What? What are you talking about?" Kie asks as well. 

Following behind JJ, I glance back at Sarah who is hobbling as fast as she can with an arm slung around John B's shoulders. "We're dipping," JJ explains poetically. JJ Maybank, the Shakespeare of the twenty-first century.

"Where'd you guys go? What happened last night?" John B rushes out in a heaving breath. Perspiration dotting his forehead—kind of offensive to Sarah.

"We slept on the break. What's up?" Pope replies. JJ scoffs at the notion the two did nothing more than sleep, walking onto the boat he slaps Pope's shoulder.

"Slept, right. We were up all night." 

I was, in fact, not up all night. I slept like a rock. My sleep is infinitely better after a near-death situation, it turns out. Probably to do with the crash of adrenaline. 

"We gotta get out of here," I stress. JJ offers me a hand and I take it as I get onto the boat. He gives an unimpressed look at my untied shoelace, all I do is shrug with an I didn't trip and crack my head open so it doesn't even matter look. He doesn't seem to agree.

"I told you to double-bow them," he mutters. His own shoe laces are always knotted a thousand times, it looks dumb and makes taking them off an ordeal that takes far too long for my limited patience.

I glare at him. "It's a fashion statement. You wouldn't get it," I whisper aggressively.

He smirks. "Is the bird's nest hair a part of the statement?"

My hand flies up to my hair, it doesn't feel too bad. I can't help I have hair that uses any excuse to frizz up. "At least I don't have a toothpaste stain. I manage to keep toothpaste in my mouth," I bicker back.

"You're good at keeping things in—"

"Rafe knows we're here, so we have to leave, like, now," Sarah explains further, bringing me back to the situation—Rafe, right, we should probably focus on that.