Ain't Shady Baby, I'm Hot

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"That's a what, three-story fall to the deck. I give you about a 1-in-3 chance of survival."

"Hmm. Should I do it?"

"Yeah, you should do it, I'll shoot you on the way down."

"Oh, you'll shoot me?"

"Boys." I scoffed as I started making my way toward them.

I popped my head out of the hole where a glass window should go. A smirk on my lips as I realized I was right behind JJ without him knowing.

"They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers." Kie's pure disgust almost made me laugh as I slowly crawled out of the window behind JJ.

"Of course they are. Why wouldn't they?"

"This used to be a turtle habitat," Kie was interrupted as JJ continued speaking.

"I can't have cold towels." JJ pretended to sound offended making my eyes roll.

"Can you please not kill yourself?" I looked upward to find John B standing on the edge of the roof. Somedays I question as to how these idiots haven't gotten killed yet. Then I remembered that they have Kie and myself babysitting them constantly.

"Don't spill that beer. I'm not giving you another one." JJ voiced out giving me the perfect opportunity to jump at him. I pounced on the blond catching him off guard just as he was about to drink.

"Wifey, come on." JJ whined as some of the beer spilt down his shirt while I kept my hands on his shoulders shaking him slightly.

I laughed causing the other two on the deck to laugh, though John B was too preoccupied as I had accidentally managed to startle him too, his beer can falling from his hand onto the deck.

"Now you've done it." JJ waggled his finger at me as I stood up and looked around triumphantly. Serves these underaged teens right to be drinking. My triumphant stance was halted as I heard the sound of a car braking.

"Oh, boy, here comes security." I warned as I prepared to go back through the window. "Every Pogue for themselves- to the Twinkie!" I declared as I slid in and left them outside to find their own way back. They all hooted and hollered as they ran through the first floor of the beach house.

I used the second floor to crawl out the other side of the house and scale down the building before running to the Twinkie. Once I made it to the passenger seat, I looked at my old digital watch and shook my head. I was two seconds slower than the last time.

"Let's go." I called out to John B and Kie who were the first ones to reach the Twinkie. Kie hopped in the back as John B got in the driver seat and started moving to where we heard Pope and JJ. John B honked the horn shouting that he was leaving as the two boys sprinted towards us.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey." I looked outside the window and saw one of the guys chasing the van.

"We got a tail, over." I faked a walkie message as I pulled my head back in the vehicle.

"Check out Gary, gunnin' for a raise." Pope commented as he saw the guard trying to stay with us.

"Come on, Gary!" JJ taunted as he approached the opened van door, "wait, slow down."

"Hey! You little pricks!" I frowned sticking my head out the window again.

"That's not very nice Gar-bear. Here, my bud has something for ya!" I shouted as JJ poked his body out of the van, a beer can in hand.

"You're so close! You can do it. There you go." JJ tossed the can. "Aw! They don't pay you enough, bro."

I rolled my eyes as I heard the door slam shut and Kie scolding JJ. I propped my feet up outside the cracked window as we drove over the bridge. My sunglasses in place as I looked over at John B.

"They are not on your dash, chill your tits, B." I turned back to look at the water we were passing over.

It's been nearly a year since I moved here and oh it has been quite the time. I haven't been able to spend as much time with the Pogues this past school year as boxing really took a priority for me, but the moments I did, I had a blast.

"What are you smirking about, Babe?" I turned my head to Kie as she popped her head in between the seats.

"Wait, is it the I have a plan smirk, the I beat the shit out of someone smirk, the I am about to beat the shit out of someone smirk, the oh look who's here smirk, or the I am thinking about a really hot guy smirk." I pulled my feet back in and pushed my sunglasses to rest at the top of my head. I turned to look at JJ with a flabbergasted expression.

"Do I really have different smirks? And what do you mean, the I am thinking about a really hot guy smirk?" JJ had my full attention as he smirked at me.

"To answer your first question- yes." JJ said, the others joining him in unison to agree.

"Yes."

"Yeah."

"Yup." I chuckled slightly waiting for JJ to continue.

"And we all have seen you goo-goo eyed before. Your smirk becomes more of a smile but your pupils swell."

"Shut up. I do not. When have I ever been goo-goo eyed?" Hindsight, I shouldn't have asked.

"Well, there was that one Touron, Ryan."

"We just talked that was all." I argued JJ's point. That guy was a total knucklehead, he just looked pretty.

"Oh! Don't forget that Kook, Charlie from the library!" Kie pipped up. He didn't last long after he watched one of my fights. I was apparently frighteningly violent.

"And the semi-pro boxer from the suit store-- Asshole." John B adds.

"I was not--" I got interrupted as Pope joined the gang in pointing out all the times I had found someone attractive around them.

"Oh! And then there was that one guy from the New Years Masquerade ball you went to in January." Kie added. My eyes went wide as I tried to get her to shut up.

"You went to the Kook ball instead of the New Years party! And you met a guy!" JJ shouted, moving closer as he wanted the tea too.

"Shit, Kie."

"Oops." She didn't feel bad at all.

"I wasn't not going to go. First, I told Gray I would and second, it was a freaking masquerade ball- I'm the biggest book-junkie of course I'm going."

"So... who was the mystery guy?" I groaned realizing they weren't gonna let this up.

"Look, I know it's kinda cliche and normally I'm the one who points out how you can clearly tell who the person is during masquerade scenes in moves, but I literally couldn't. I was too wrapped up in the aspect. I didn't care if he was a Kook or a Touron or a Pogue, I couldn't even tell you what he sounded like. The music was too loud and we didn't talk other than when he asked to dance." I explained, re-racking my brain for any other details. I felt a small smirk grow on my face. "But shit could he dance."

I heard the click of a photo being taken before JJ commented. "There it is. That's the smirk." He turned his phone to face me.

Shit. I really do dilate my pupils. My smirk grew as I turned further in the seat and leaned closer to the phone.

"That's the I have a plan smirk." Pope mumbled as I unbuckled discreetly.

"Hey you mind if I--" I all but launched myself into the back to tackle JJ in hopes of wrestling his phone free.

"She has the I'm about to beat the shit out of someone smirk on." JJ shouted begging for help as I began to wrestle him for his phone.

"You're on your own JJ, I do not want a black eye." Pope piped up as we continued driving to the Château. JJ's pleads for help filling the Twinkie.