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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, we had all agreed to meet up at the Chateau. I sat on the table that JJ leant on as he threw rocks into the marsh.
John B had woken up with a black eye, but other than that he seemed okay.
"Look, I'm calling it off. Alright?" The Routledge boy spoke up for the first time that morning. We all looked at him with confused expressions. "Peterkin said, if I stay out of the marsh, she'll help me with DCS."
"And you believed her?" JJ scoffed in disbelief. Normally, I would hate cops, but Peterkin was different. She wasn't like the rest of them.
John B's reply was similar to JJ's tone. "Yes, I believe her, JJ."
The Maybank boy was getting more worked up by the second. "An actual cop, John B. You believed a cop."
"Hey!" I snapped at him, feeling the need to defend Peterkin. She took care of me. Every time I got caught doing something I shouldn't of, with a good reason of course, she would help me get out of it. She understood that me and my sister struggled and I respect her for that.
"All I got to do is stay out of the marsh for a couple of days, and she'll help me out." John B threw something to the floor in anger. "It doesn't help that your ass was the one that was shooting a gun." He said, referring to last night at the Boneyard.
"You know what I should have done? Just let Topper drown your ass." I scoffed, how could he say this shit to him?
He replied back sarcastically, "Yeah because Topper was going to drown me?"
"Sure looked like it. Have you looked in the mirror?" He said, glancing at his bruised eye. "They always win, don't they, man? Kooks versus Pogues. They always win." He hit a punching bag out of anger.
I got up from my spot on the table in an attempt to calm him down but he shrugged me off.
"Goddammit."
"It's okay," I reassured.
The boy turned back around to face the group. "No, it's not okay! They don't want us to go down into the marsh. That means there's something valuable down there, and you two know it." He pointed to me and John B. "And I understand why you don't wanna go." He then turned to Pope. He had his scholarship to worry about. "You're the golden boy. You've got way too much to risk. And you," He pointed to Kie. "You're already rich as fuck anyway. Why would you bother." She grimaced at his words. "But the three of us." He then turned back to me and John B once again, "We've got nothing to lose!"
John B shrugged, "I don't wanna talk about this."
"John B listen to me, I have a plan." He put both his hands on his best friend's shoulders, "You got the key to Cameron's big boat, right?"
"No, JJ." He lied.
"There's scuba gear inside that. We borrow that and then we go down to the wreck this afternoon, and that is what's going to save you, man. You don't see rich kids going into foster care, do you?"
