the one where a sheltered kook girl joins a group of no-good pogues to try and figure out what her mother is hiding. they uncover a whole load of interconnected, twisted shit.
or ;
alex thornbury knew that her mother was hiding something. she just...
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"DUDE WHERE IS HE?" Kiara snaps, clenching her fists at her sides.
Tensions are high down at the boat dock, where the four teens had parked the Phantom, ready and waiting for John B.
Who still hasn't showed.
Alex shifts nervously, tightening her grip on the sides of the boat, as she sits right on the edge. JJ hovers around the steering wheel, brushing dust off of the buttons, and Pope wrings the boats ropes through his fingers. Anxiety is radiating off of then.
"He's coming," JJ pops his head up to try and comfort the others. "He'll be fine."
The wail of sirens cuts through their nervous waiting, and they all whip their heads towards the sound.
A police vehicle pulls up, the dirt road crunching under the tires.
Alex feels her stomach drop. "Shit," she hisses, sliding off of her seat and letting her knees hit the floor in a weak attempt to hide herself.
If she gets recaptured by the cops, she'll be in trouble. What was the punishment for escaping jail and then getting caught again? She had no idea, but it couldn't be anything close to a light punishment.
