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Chapter Twenty Three ✯¸.•'*¨'*•✿✿•*'¨*'•.¸✯
The scene they returned to wasn't what they expected.
"Where the hell were you guys?" Pope's voice was the first thing Avery heard as she rolled the red truck into reverse and parked as close as possible.
"Paternal complications, you could say" Avery stuttered, unsure on how to explain the situation. Even with it dealt with, she couldn't help but still be bitter about it.
Expanding from what she said, JJ added, "Luke was at the Chateau"
"Oh, great! While you were having family time with your pops, John B got bit by a gator" Pope yelled. He wasn't acknowledging the words he were saying but Avery caught on, making her scoff.
"That was real sensitive of you to say that, Pope" She rolled her eyes at her friend.
"Like, for real?" JJ questioned, looking between the four sitting on the top of the Twinkie.
"Yes, for real" Kie frowned. She assumed it was quite obvious to see that they had been involved in that situation.
"Does it look like we're joking?" Sarah dumbfounded, gesturing to John B's injury.
"What the hell happened?" Avery exclaimed, realising the mess her friends were in. There were blood marks smeared on the roof of the camper van, leading to John B's spot. They all looked exhausted, damp and dirty.
"What happened? I got bit by a gator!" John B raised his voice at them. "It broke the stick!"
Talking in unison with him, Pope yelled, "he got bit by a gator!"
"I don't know why I'm being yelled at. I just put my ass on the line, my dad's probably already tracking me down! And JJ just–" Avery argued back.
"You're being yelled at because it was twenty minutes–" Pope shouted back at her, throwing around his hands.
"We got here as fast as we could!" Avery continued to defend.
"Oh yeah, that's great. You see–" John B's voice said over the loud bickering.
"Shut up!" JJ screamed, his hands falling from his hair. He heaved, "seriously, guys, I can't take it anymore, all right? Everyone just cut it out for a second"
His outburst had quietened the group, everyone's attention turned to him. The boy sighed heavily and leaned against a thin tree. "Look, I just helped my dad leave this island for good. Like, he's not ever coming back. He's straight up like the Spanish. Just Bon voyage"
