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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Kori took a long drag of her blunt, smoke billowing from her mouth as she let out a breath. Her light eyes were almost glazed over as she lowered her hand, resting it on her knee. The wood of the porch quietly creaked, her foot never staying still long enough to not make any sound as it bounced up and down. Her distracted gaze was entirely enraptured by a leaf that had blown onto the floor beneath her— at least for that moment it was.
She lifted her head at the sensation of Pope's hand on her knee. "Are you okay?"
Unintentionally, Kori let out a breathy laugh. "No, Pope. I'm not. I'm not okay." She brought her hand up and took another hit of her blunt, a small wisp of smoke emitting from her lips. "It was the same guys from yesterday."
"And–And we were just standing right outside like this." JJ continued, pressing his back into the wall as they listened. "And all we hear is just, 'Bam! Bam! Bam!'" He expressed, slamming his fist into his palm. "Knocking paint off the wall from inside, G! All right?" JJ shook his head, glancing at John B and Kori. "And I'm just looking at them, like— wait first of all. Look at this shit." He said, walking over to Kie and Pope.
He bent over, ruffling his hair and causing paint flakes to fall out onto the ground below.
"That's dandruff— disgusting." Kie murmured.
Pope leaned back against the couch."Okay, thank you."
"Look at all that." He insisted, lifting his head back up to look at them. "That's paint. At that point, I was just, like...I'm waiting for death."
"Okay, so you saw the guys that shot at us, right?" Pope voiced.
"Yeah."
"Uh, did–did you get a good description of them? What'd they look like?"
JJ hesitated before ultimately deciding on one word. "Burly."
"Burly?" Pope echoed.
"Yeah."
"That's not helpful." Kie muttered.
"They looked like guys that would work at dad's garage." Kori spoke up.
"Yeah. Yeah, exactly." JJ responded. "I mean, you guys know he—"
"Made cargo hydes for drug smugglers." Kori rolled her eyes and leaned back against the couch, bringing her cigarette back up to her lips. JJ's jaw locked, the same aura of ignominy engulfing the two blondes.
"Yeah. Yeah, no, we know." Kie acknowledged.
"All right, so then I can tell you with full confidence, guys, these boys, these killers..." JJ reached into his pocket and pulled out his vape, hitting it before continuing. "They're square groupers."
