"I'm not feeling great guys would you mind turning back." I ask picking my head up off my knees. "We literally just got here." Kiara groans from her seat. She was sunbathing. "You can't wait like another hour or two?" JJ asked reeling in his line. "I'm sorry guys. I'm just pretty nauseous." I say feeling self conscious. "You are fine. You are only saying that because you want to go back. You didn't even want to go in the first place. You shouldn't have even come out with us." Kiara snaps annoyed. "Can you just drop me off at shore. I didn't realize it was such a big deal." I say glancing at John B who was driving. "Yeah. Is figure eight beach okay? It's the closest one." Before I can answer Kie answers for me. "She will be fine." I nod agreeing with her. "Why did you need to leave again?" She sighed. "I don't feel good. I want to go lay down." I say putting my head back in my lap. "Didn't you have a headache the other night so we left the Wreck early." Pope points out. "Yeah... Guys I'm not faking. I promise." I say picking my head back up. "And we can believe that." Kiara scoffs. "It's true!" I say standing up as we get close to shore. "Whatever. Fuck you guys. You're shitty ass fucking friends. I say I don't feel good and you are literally dropping off at some beach miles away from home. All because you want a good tan." I say pushing past JJ and climbing over the edge of the boat. "Because you're not actually sick. We aren't just giving you what you want so you're going to go cry about it like always." JJ mutters annoyed. "Wow ok." I scoff flipping them off and walking away. "Feel better!" Sarah calls out as I walk away. I couldn't even tell if she was being genuine or not. Hot tears roll down my cheeks. I didn't even have shoes on. They didn't give a flying fuck about me. They dropped me off at some random ass beach. "Hey you ok?" Rafe asked walking over. Before my Dad died I was kook. Rafe and I were close. Then when he wasn't around my mom turned into an alcoholic and we moved to the cut. The whole Kooks vs Pouge bullshit tore us apart. "I'm fine Rafe." I say annoyed. "You're crying Y/N. What are you doing here? Where are your shoes?" He asked looking me up and down. "I'm fine." I say voice breaking. "Come here." He sighed pulling me into a hug. "What's going on?" He asked rubbing my back. "I ate something bad I think. My stomachs been bothering me all day. Kie just blew up on me at the boat. They all think I'm faking being sick and they dropped me off at a random beach and just ditched me." I sob into his chest. He sighed. "I'm sorry Y/N. Why don't I give you a ride home?" I shake my head. "No it's ok." I say pulling away and wiping my tears embarrassed. "So you're going to walk 7 miles home with out shoes? It's 100 degrees out. Your feet are going to be covered in blisters." He sighs. I sigh another sob escaping. "I have shitty friends." He chuckles. "Yeah you do. Come on. Let's get you home." He sighs wrapping an arm around my shoulder and guiding me toward his truck. I get in the passenger seat and rest my head on the glass. My stomach hurt so bad and I was willing myself not to throw up in his truck. The drive was silent.
"Is you're brother home?" He asked knowing my mom was a deadbeat alcoholic. "No he went to college last month. Went early for football practice." I explain. "I don't think you should be alone..." he says putting a hand on my sweaty forehead. I definitely had a fever. "Moms home." I joke lightly. "Oh she's so helpful." He says rolling his eyes. "I'd go in but she would call the cops..." he sighs. "It's fine Rafe. Thank you so much for the ride." I say heading inside.
Sarah's POV
"Everybody shut up. Rafe is calling!"
-Hey what's u-
-Don't act like everything's fine. I'm so fucking pissed at you.
-Me! What did I do?
I say confused at the reaction I was getting.
-I just found Y/N wandering the beach crying. She was seven miles from home. She didn't even have shoes on. It's 100 degrees. If she walked her feet would have been covered in blisters. She has a fever and food poisoning. Yet you guys decided to drop her off at a random beach.
Guilt flood through me. I didn't know she was actually sick. I felt like such a bad friend.
-I didn't know...
-Oh well do you know she is home in with her alcoholic mom passed out on the couch. She has no one to take care of her and you all treat her like she's trash. You're supposed to be Kook princess saving sea turtles and making sure everyone feels included and talks in the fucking feeling circle yet you treat people like this? Fuck you. You say I'm a bad person.
Rafe shouts hanging up. I put my phone in my pocket and John B puts a hand on my back. "What's wrong?" I bite my lip. "She didn't even have shoes on..." JJ looks at me confused. "Who didn't?" I roll my eyes. "Y/N. She was crying on the beach and Rafe drove her home. She's all by herself." I mutter embarrassed. "She's fine." Pope mutters taking a sip of his beer. "How do you know?" I ask annoyed. "Look Sarah you're new. Y/N always gets "headaches" or "stomaches" and she just wants people to pay attention to her and she's fine. She never is actually sick." Kiara says annoyed. "She has a fever." I say crossing my arms. "Oh... well she is fine. She is 17." JJ sighs. "She is home alone. JJ if you were sick you know she would come check on you." I say stubbornly. "Fine. Whatever. Let's go." John B sighs turning the boat around toward Y/Ns house.
