outer dehjil (#1)

chapter eighteen.

crew's pov

I walk up to the door since it rang only a few seconds ago. I'm alone at home, Annie and Marcus on date day and Ciara is up at figure eight, hooking up with "bf" Landon Willson. He's a real dick, I couldn't hate gim any more than I do, but Ciara doesn't want to hear that whenever I try to tell her.

I open the front door and see Sabria, Jaime, Nayeli and Sam with hesitant and slow smiles on their faces. I make a weird face at them and grip the door handle tightly as I lean against the door.

"Do I need to be concerned?" I ask them as one after another starts shaking their head. "No..." Sam starts but everyone interrupts eachother.

"Not at all."

"What makes you think that?"

"Everything's great."

"No need to judge."

"Well..." Jaime trails off and I raise an eyebrow at their weird behavior.

"What?" I ask, my eyes stop on Sabria.

"We accidentally found out where the motel to that one key thingy is!" Nayeli exclaims in excitement.

I look at her, the way she smiles tells me it's not just "accidental' but intentional. Why did they go looking for it? Isn't the marsh closed or something of that kind?

"What we're trying to say is; do you want to put on some shorts and go there with us?" Sam asks me as everyone shoots me hopeful eyes.

What the fuck is wrong here?

"Why are you all acting like you shit yourselves?"

"We're not." Jaime makes an offended face

"Yes, you fucking are." I say with raised eyebrows.

They ignore me and my comment and trail off or don't answer at all. "We have to be careful with police. The marsh's closed." Sabria points out and they nod in agreement.

"Yeah. Careful." I say quietly as my eyes go all over her.

Yesterday was one fun day. Benson fortunately didn't notice me sneaking into the house as well. Sabria and I came pretty far with the song. I finally heard her enchanting, angelic voice again as we practiced. The way her fingers stroke over the strings of her guitar, the way she closed her eyes to concentrate completely and only on the song. It was beautiful.

So fucking adorable.

I practiced the chords with her guitar as well - she was pretty impressed. She didn't know I was playing the guitar. I started practicing the guitar and singing three years ago when I found out Layla was pregnant with Alea so I could sing her to sleep or just entertain my little girl. Didn't bring me much, unfortunately. But the smile on Sabria's face when she told me she loved the way I sung and played the guitar was worth all the hours I put into practicing.

She told me she loved it.

I sigh as I hold my finger up and run up my room to put somfortable short on. "Ready?" Jaime asks and I nod my head.

"Fuck, yes."

We're at the harbour, getting onto the little boat. For our luck, nobody is here right now. We met Officer Hardin on our way here. Who told us very clearly, we shouldn't go near the marsh. But who are we to listen, right?

"So, where's the motel?" I ask as Jaime starts driving.

"It's on figure eight, right at the shore."

"I hope you still have the keys."

We pull up in front of the motel. It's a smal one... and it looks like shit. Probably still from the hurricane. There's so much trash and fallen tree's here, I don't think one could walk here properly. It's obvious nobody uses the motel at the moment since a lot of furniture stands outside, drying from the rainwater.