Welcome back Falcons; the poster read as we got out of the car for school. I didn't think we would even get any weird comments from people, but we did.
"There they are."
"It's them."
"I wasn't sure they'd show."
"I heard they got arrested."
"What the fuck is your problem?" I yelled at some random dude. Kiara tugged on my hand to make me keep walking with them.
"Don't," she pleaded softly. I scoffed, but complied anyway. God. Why don't people mind their business?
"Guys I cant be late," Pope tried to rush away — but was stopped by Kiara's voice.
"Hey, hey, we gotta stick together," She held out her hand for him to hold — to which he did.
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During class I had trouble paying attention. It wasn't because I was tired, no. It was because the lesson was boring as fuck.
I found my eyes roaming through the class — taking in my surroundings, but they somehow always wondered to the blonde boy that broke my heart.
JJ wore a gray shirt that complimented his body nicely — with his signature hat combo. I could tell he was also bored out of his mind since he just stared down at his desk.
Kie sat next to me and threw a small paper onto my desk. Are you two on good terms? It read.
Nah, he hasn't even apologized. I wrote back.
She gave a sympathetic express and looked away.
Pope's phone began to chime — which was weird because he was the least likely to even have his phone on him during class.
My phone buzzed as well, and I wasted no time in checking what it was.
Holy shit.
JJ crawled over to our desks and showed his phone. "This has to be a joke," I whispered to no one in particular.
JJ ran out of the class — causing attention to be on him. Kie followed him right after and Pope raised his hand.
"Um can i be—" Pope started to say, but I rolled my eyes, grabbed his palm and led him out of the class following our friends.
While we ran through the hallway, JJ tripped over a mop bucket and got yelled at by the janitor.
We ran to the courtyard to assess the situation. "I mean, is that even possible? Shoupe said they didn't make it. He said that," She rambled.
"Okay, I think that we're overreacting right now—" Pope said but I interrupted him.
"How the hell are we supposed to react when we're sent a picture of our dead best friends in the middle of class?" I directed my frustration to him.
"I'm just gonna ask," Kie said.
"What if it's actually him?" JJ spoke.
"I think i'm gonna faint," I expressed. "Does anyone have water?"
JJ dug into his bag and pulled out a water bottle that he already drank from and handed it to me. I looked at the bottle and contemplated. I took the bottle from him and drank.
After I was done I spoke up again. "Sarah looks gorgeous in that photo by the way."
"Honestly," Kie replied.
We got another text from the number. "Is JJ there?" It read, JJ replied letting them know he was there.
"Did you pimp my short board?" The number sent.
Okay that was definitely John B. We let out chuckles as a sea of relief hit our bodies.
"It's him." We all said after each other.
JJ moved and hugged Pope. How the hell could they be alive? How did they survive that?
Before I realized it — JJ was standing of front of me. I couldn't ruin the moment by being bitter, so I accepted his hug keeping the peace for now.
"P4L!" We shouted into a group hug.
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