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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JJ whistled as the motel came into view. If he thought the chateau looked bad, then this was worse. Way worse. There was no comparison that whoever had been staying here should not have owned a Grady-White. If anything it looked like the place a person with a Grady-White would get killed.
"This is your captain speaking. HMS Pogue comin' in for landing. Whoo!" JJ announced, hopping down onto the grass as their boat reached the edge of the marsh.
"All right. Let's go." Kori said, stepping up onto the bow of the boat.
"No, no, no. No. No way." Pope objected, raising both hands up.
"What? Why?"
"Because we already have him going. We don't need two of you up there." Pope clarified, gesturing to JJ.
"Especially if it's a crime scene." Kie pointed out.
"Yeah, I'd rather not end up dead if that's okay with you." John B voiced.
"It's not okay with me." Kori responded, her brow knit together. "I wanna go."
"Well, tough. Have fun." JJ concluded.
Kori groaned as Pope stepped around her, pointing directly at JJ. "Hey, don't let him do anything stupid though."
"Oh, he will."
"I'm not making promises." John B echoed.
"Uh, be careful." Kiara warned, handing him the motel key. He gave her a funny look, but she tilted her head down. "I mean it."
Kori's brow was tightly drawn together as she eyed the two. John B nodded his head, leaving with JJ, and as Kie turned back around, Kori quickly glanced away. Whatever the hell that just was only creeped her out more. If Kiara had feelings for John B, things would turn very weird very fast. And she didn't particularly want their Pogue dynamic to change— not when it was essentially all she had.
Pope, Kiara, and Kori sat in the HMS Pogue talking mostly about the earth and how they should be giving it a hundred percent, weird stuff like that. Kori didn't have too strong of a stance on the nature of the earth, so she just listened, not really paying attention. Her thoughts mostly circled back to the whole John B and Kiara thing and then back to her dad though.
She knew she'd be going home tonight, even if she wasn't ready to see him yet. The last time she or JJ had been home was when he'd hit him after he'd taken the blame for her mistake. It was a broken cup. That's all that had happened and JJ had been struck for it. Those were her hits to take, her consequences to reap. It wasn't fair that JJ had been the one to take the heat. All she knew was that it wouldn't happen again. If their dad was to ever lay another finger on him, he'd regret it. Kori was sick of it all and there was no chance in hell she'd sit back and watch her brother take it— even if he had told her to.
