𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄 - 𝑹𝑨𝑭𝑬 𝑪𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑶𝑵

ii.

"In French"

"C'mon, Sadie, let's roll." JJ patted her on the shoulder as both he and John B came down from the scaffolding, the girl seeming to snap out of the daze that she had locked herself in. JJ threw her beer down on the ground next to her, Sadie's hands being bare without a beverage. She was never one for drinking, it just wasn't her crowd.

Sure, she had taken a few sips throughout her 17, almost 18, years of life, yet, she never really enjoyed it. If she was into anything, it would be weed. She hated the smell of cigarettes and beer made her sick to her stomach.

As everyone began running into the house before security could reach them, Sadie reluctantly followed. Sure, she already loved the pogues, but she didn't like the amount of involvement with the police came along with it. She always tried to stick to her school work and keep away from the authorities, but hanging with this group seemed to have a not-so-good influence on her.

Although, she knew it was the same for Pope. He just wanted to get into college, and yet, his friends were dragging him around and possibly putting him in the danger of getting snagged with the police. Not on purpose, of course, they would all throw themselves in front of cops before they could even catch up to Pope.

And they were getting to the point where they'd do the same thing for Sadie.

As they weaved through the house, Sadie managed to ram her side into one of the wooden pieces that were laying around the basement, whimpering as she continued running. Sure, it hurt like a bitch, but she wasn't about to get caught by the guards that were following quickly behind her.

They had to go in many different directions and even had to hop a fence that was intimidating to look at, to say the least. Sadie wasn't exactly short, but she most definitely wasn't tall at a whopping 5'5.

It made her quicker, though. She was the second one into the van, following behind John B as he crawled into the drivers seat and she sat in the passengers seat. Sadie wasn't exactly the biggest fan of sitting in the back, it kind of made her car sick.

There was a lot of whooping and cheering around her as everyone else climbed into the Twinkie, though, Sadie was focusing on catching her breath as her phone buzzed in her pocket. She assumed that it was her mother, knowing that nobody else really texted her.

So, while everyone continued indistinctly talking in the background, Sadie dug her phone from her jean-shorts pocket and answered it. She placed it against her ear and plugged her other one with her finger, trying to listen in on what her mother was saying.

"Is that your mom?" John B questioned, signaling toward her phone. Sadie understood what he said clearly, her finger not working the best to prevent noise from coming into her ears. "Hi, Mrs. Madiera!" He shouted loudly, assuring that Sadie's mother could hear his voice.

Sadie reached over and slapped him on the arm, calling him a profanity in a completely different language, him just grinning at her stupidly as she continued talking to her mother.

"I need you home." Her mother spoke into the phone, the backseat slowly quieting down as the Twinkie began driving out of figure eight. Sadie leant against her seat, sighing as she glanced over at John B.

"Why, ma?" She questioned, her eyes finding their way to the road in front of them once again.

"I need to have a conversation with you, alright? Plus, I'm your mother, so when I tell you I want you home, you listen." She added, her mother's voice clearly annoyed at the fact her daughter was basically disregarding her demands.

Sadie mouthed for John B to take her home once he had finally looked over at her, and he just nodded with a sigh. It was a recuring instance-- Sadie randomly having to be pulled home, and none of them were exactly sure why.