𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘏𝘖𝘗𝘚𝘐𝘚 ❁ 𝘑𝘑 𝘔𝘈𝘠𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘒 & 𝘒𝘐𝘈𝘙𝘈 𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘌𝘙𝘈

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𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝

"You guys get these groceries over to Figure Eight. Get straight back here when you're done. No fishin!" Heyward demands.

"I promised delivery this afternoon. Rich folks don't wanna wait for you lazy sons of-" Heyward stops when he see JJ holding out his hands for grocery bags "Oh, JJ, thank you. -sons of bitches"

"Right" Pope nods.

"You keep them out of trouble, kiddo" Heyward tells me and I grin.

"Aye aye, captain" I chirp, saluting the man.

Pope grumbles under his breath and head towards the front of the boat, turning on the engine. As we pull away from the dock JJ throws his arm around me and I look up at him with a small smile.

"I don't get why he favours you" Pope says in disbelief as JJ and I head to the front of the boat next to him.

"It's that charm they teach ya at the Kook academy, Popey" I grin mischievously.

"Our little Kook" JJ chimes in.

"I'm a Pogue" I pout.

"Pook" JJ corrects and I roll my eyes.

"Whatever" I huff.

"Doesn't even look like the storm hit there" I hear Pope state and I look over to see Figure Eight still completely intact.

"That's because they got generators, bro. Get used to it. And then they say the juice will be out all summer at the cut" JJ states.

"It's nice to be a Kook" Pope comments and I frown deeply.

"Lucky bastards" JJ agrees.

I slip from JJ's arm and sit down at the back of the boat. My eyes watch Figure Eight with a deep hate bubbling inside me.

We make stop after stop, delivering groceries to the rich families of the Outer Banks while joking around and poking fun at the Kooks we hate.

For our last grocery run, I grab a bag and turn to Pope with a grin.

"Come on, Popey. My delivery is near yours" I tell him as he grabs a grocery bag and a box of beers.

"Don't flirt with too many Kooks on the way, angel" JJ teases me.

"Right back at you, hot stuff" I laugh, walking away with Pope by my side.

"I have a question" Pope says as we start walking past the golf course.

"Shoot" I tell him.

"Well, you and JJ are obviously macking, so why don't you want to be his girlfriend?" He asks me.

"I do. Pope, I've wanted to be his girlfriend since Kie and I split" I answer and he frowns.