She hated him. She hated him more than she ever thought possible. He was a kook- her natural born enemy.
He didn't hate her at all. Not one bit. It couldn't have been farther from the truth. Did she know that? No- and she never would.
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"You and I...
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The corners of Kori's lips twitched up in a grin as a warm breeze lifted strands of her long blonde hair. She lifted her head back up to the sky, her eyes pinning on John B. The idiot stood on the precipice of death— one foot in the air as he balanced on the edge of the roof of the house they had broken into.
And that description right there was the embodiment of being a Pogue.
Birds chirped in the distance, the only sound audible in the summer air. Kori brought her hands up above her eyes to shield the sunlight, not daring to take her gaze off of John B. The beer can in his hand was reason enough to believe just how likely a fall was to occur. One wrong lapse of judgment and a funeral would be the next party the Pogues attended.
"That's what?" Pope questioned, squinting his eyes at him. "A three-story fall to the deck? I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival."
"Hmm." John B responded, lifting his can to the heavens. "Should I do it?"
"Doesn't matter what he says. He's not gonna do it." Kori tested, tilting her head at him.
"I might."
"Yeah, I'll shoot you on the way down." Pope mused, lifting his borrowed drill up at him.
"You gonna shoot me?" John B asked, lifting his fingers in the shape of a gun. "Pow!"
"If you're gonna jump, can I at least have your beer?" Kori questioned.
"No!" John B shook his head. "Nope, no. Not happening."
JJ lifted his can, gesturing to the wooden table behind her. "Grab another. We have extras."
Kori grinned, despite all of the objections spilling from John B's mouth. "Nooo!" He cried out as she grabbed a can and opened it. An astounded look crossed her face and Pope laughed as she took a swig of the beverage.
"They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers." Kiara voiced, stepping through the back door and onto the deck next to Kori. She glanced up at the roof, instantly noting John B's careless stance. "Can you please not kill yourself?"
"Don't spill that beer. I'm not giving you another one." JJ warned.
As if on cue, the brunette wobbled to the left, the can slipping from his fingertips. "Whoa! Oh, shit." The aluminum smashed into the deck below, beer spilling everywhere with a clatter.
Kori couldn't help but grin with Kie. "Smooth."
"Dumbass."
Pope moved past Kori, causing the blonde to follow his gaze. Her eyes only lit up in excitement at the sight of an angry man yelling at them. "Hey!"
"Hey, uh, security's here." Pope announced.
"Let's roll!" JJ hollered, climbing down from the scaffolding he'd been sitting on. "Gary, is that you?" He asked, leaning over the ledge.
