MATILDA , jj maybank

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MATILDA! CHAPTER TEN:
KOOKS ARE ENTITLED ASSHOLES
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The next day, Liz and JJ were helping Pope deliver groceries to figure 8 for his dad. They drove the boat to the docks at Figure Eight looking at all the houses
"Doesn't even look like the storm hit there." Pope said and Liz nodded

"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 told them

"It's nice to be a Kook."

"Lucky bastards."

Liz and Pope walked up to the country club with the groceries until Rafe, Topper and Tommy came down towards them— Rafe looked like he wanted something, but when didn't he want something? Liz heart started beating rapidly as Tommy got closer with a smirk on his face.

"Hey, what's up? Hey, how much for one of those beers?" Rafe asked

"They're not for sale." Liz said simply, as they went to walk away but Tommy stopped her by putting a hand on her arm.

"Oh, wait, wait, wait. You can just give us one, then, right?" Tommy held onto Lizzes arm tightly as he spoke to her, very tightly actually.

"Or you can order one, like everybody else." Pope stated

"Listen. Wait, wait, wait. You're not listening to me. Um...You've got so many, and we've got nothing." Rafe told them

"Nothin'." Topper said, and Liz tilted her head in annoyance and Tommy nodded pushing her back by her arm.

"They're not ours—They're already paid for."

"Already paid for? What the hell? You probably stole 'em, right?" Rafe took his golf club and broke the bag Pope was holding

"What the hell?" Liz yelled

"You owe me for that." Pope said

"Oh!" Rafe hit the other bag "Dude, I don't owe you shit, Pogue." Rafe came towards Pope and Pope shoved him away

"Buy your own shit!" Pope yelled before Lizzes bag was knocked from her hands— she turned to see Tommy with his good club. Tommy dropped his golf club and lurched at Liz, grabbing onto her shoulders.

"We just one beer darlin' can't you give us just one?" He gritted through his teeth

"Hell no" Liz spat at Tommy, landing right between his eyes and he growled, pushing her into the sand, knocking the wind out of her slightly.

"What the fuck?" She yelled before Tommy came towards her. Liz kicked her legs up, hitting Tommy in the face as he stumbled slightly backwards.

"Oh your gonna pay for that you bitch" Tommy said, grabbing his golf club and swinging it at her face, Nearly hitting her as she backed up in the sand, looking towards Topper who was simply standing watching. Tommy swung his club again, this time landing right on her bottom lip. She turned over, Tommy kicked her back making her cry out.

"Okay, guys I think that's enough!" Topper yelled at his friends and Tommy looked up at Topper, slowly stopping what he was doing. "Just let them go."

Tommy looked down to Liz and bent down to where she was in the sand, picking her up by her chin, very tightly as Topper yelled at both boys.

"Stay off Figure Eight, Slut." Tommy gritted through his teeth "this ain't over" he told her before throwing her back down, walking away with Topper and Rafe. Liz felt tears swell up in her eyes. She brought her hand up to her lip, and saw the crimson blood. Her chin slightly hurt from Tommy's grip.