'she's kook fuckin' royalty, man.'
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a lot of things go unnoticed in the outer banks. things like missing millions in gold, underage drinking, and the bruises that litter the skin of the kook princess.
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( don't get involved )
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LUCY SPENT THE NEXT TWENTY FOUR HOURS WAITING FOR TOPPER'S INEVITABLE REVENGE.
In fact, she thought living in this constant state of limbo was a far more effective torture method than anything Topper could dream up. Rafe, maybe, but Lucy was of the opinion that Topper barely had two brain cells to rub together. She didn't think creative punishments were really in his wheelhouse.
Regardless, she walked around waiting for the other shoe to drop — for sirens to pull up screeching outside her house, for Sarah to lose her shit, for Rafe to call. And yet, nothing happened. Lucy had almost convinced herself the events of the previous day were a weird fever dream brought on by the heat.
Almost.
She couldn't forget the way Pope had looked at her, or the constant goading from JJ as though he found getting on her nerves to be his favourite pastime. She also couldn't forget the way it sounded when he called her princess. Lucy wasn't sure what that meant, and she didn't think she wanted to know. Being alone with her thoughts was not Lucy's idea of a good time.
It was the honking of a car horn outside that rescued her.
As soon as they got their licenses, Lucy and Sarah had come up with a code. Neither of them could be bothered learning morse code, though SOS had come in handy more than once, and so it was a simple system. One honk meant one was giving the other a ride somewhere. Two meant there was a group in the car. Three was for special occasions and spontaneous hangouts. Given that Lucy practically lived at Tannyhill by now, the third case was a very rare occurrence.
It was three long sounds that echoed around the Cavendish driveway this morning, and Lucy practically sprinted out of the door.
"Finally," Sarah greeted her, leaning out of the window, keychain looped haphazardly around her index finger, "I texted you, like, ten times. Thought I'd have to call the police and report a missing person."
"Very funny," Lucy responded as she went through the familiar motions of getting into Sarah's passenger seat.
The police comment didn't sit well with Lucy. Sarah would normally be the one person she told everything to. No secrets, no matter what. That was something Lucy had always valued about their friendship, and she knew Sarah appreciated it too. Still, she had made a promise to JJ and Pope, and Lucy liked to think she was the kind of person who kept promises, especially when it came to committing crimes against her best friend's boyfriends.
"We're getting smoothies," her best friend declared, "And pretending everything is fine."
"I'll drink to that," Lucy said, shooting her a grin. These were her favourite days. "Though, I don't know what's not fine in your life. Mine's a shitshow, but that's a given." Sarah's smile faltered. "Sar? What's up?"
