𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑，𝗃𝗃 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗄

𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖, 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐒 Pope who was at his interview, were gathered at the dock by the Chateau. I had perked up a bit as I sat with the blond boy on the railing with his arm around me.

"Are you sure he got everything?" Kiara asked John B. He had gone to the Crain house that morning to collect the rest of the gold but Ward Cameron had already beat him to it.

He sighed, "Every bar. The whole enchilada. It's not like I expected a happy ending or some shit," He spoke grumpily, removing the cast from his broken arm.

"John B," The Kook spoke warningly.

He rolled his eyes, "What, Liv? It's a hairline fracture. Who cares?"

"You should care," She scolded.

Kiara nodded, "Yeah, your arms gonna be messed up for life."

The Routledge boy wiggled his fingers to show that he was okay as my boyfriend passed the joint to my lips so I could enhale.

The sound of Pope sprinting down the dock caught my attention, "Guys," He called out, bending over out of breath once he reached us, "Oh, God. I ran all the way here."

"How was the interview?" JJ questioned.

"Don't ask," He panted before turning to the brunette boy, "John B, I'm sorry, dude. About everything. But I don't have a lot of time and I have information that is tactically relevant." I raised my eyebrows, gesturing him to continue, "So, before I had my interview my dad said that he was going down to the private airstrip to cut palms for Cameron's big plane. Because it was too heavy, it needed a longer landing strip to take off. So, I'm sitting there in my interview thinking to myself, Why would Cameron need a longer airstrip to take off? What could be so heavy to weigh it down?"

I frowned, "I don't understand."

"Gold," John B realised.

"Exactly," Pope jumped, "Guys, this is our chance, but it leaves tonight and we have to go."

"Guys, we can't give up now," Kie spoke excitedly.

"What's the plan?" Liv asked.

John B smirked, "We're gonna steal that shit back." He announced as we all ran down the dock and to the Twinkie.

𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 my veins during the ride to the airstrip. My boyfriend was sat between my legs as he loaded his gun excitedly, "We go in there, guns a blazin, make Ward Cameron beg for mercy, abscond with as much gold as possible and vamanos get the hell out of there." He recited.

"Send that shit right down the Intracoastal," John B continued.

"Wait for the weather," Kie added from the front seat.

"Exit to Cuba." Pope finished.

"Cuba?" Liv questioned.

I shook my head, "No, Yucatan. Lobsters so thick, mangoes and no word for money." I corrected.

JJ grinned in my direction, "This is why I love you."

I smiled, leaning forward to peck his lips as the van came to a stop.

The blonde helped me out as we ran as far as we could get due to a fence in the way, "What's the plan?" Kie asked, "Broad strokes."

"I don't think we got that far." John B replied as he used his binoculars to see the scene before them, "They're loading up the gold. There's Ward." He paused for a moment, removing the binoculars slowly.

"What?" I frowned at his expression.

"It's Sarah," He revealed.

I scoffed in disbelief, "She's with him?"

Olivia immediately shook her head, "No, no. She wouldn't."

The boy paused before speaking, "Wait. He's hurting her." He spoke rather desperately.

The boy was quick to jump into the Twinkie and drive through the fence like a fucking maniac. JJ gripped onto my waist protectively to pull me out of the way until we heard police sirens.

I shot around, "Guys, me and J can't get arrested."

Olivia nodded, "My parents would kill me."

"Well, we're no good if we're all in jail." The curly-haired girl spoke as we ran away from the scene.

𝐈 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 disbelief as I watched Ward's plane fly over our heads. I cursed under my breath as my boyfriend kicked a trash can over before Pope picked up a baseball bat and began letting all his anger out on objects around the shed.

The Carrera yelled his name in protest to which he ignored until he began to hyperventilate, moving to sit down on a nearby bench.

The blond boy let go of my waist as he approached his friend, "I was wondering when this was gonna happen." He held out his vape for the boy.

"JJ," Kiara spoke warningly, "You know he doesn't smoke."

The Maybank boy shrugged, "Maybe not until today."

The dark-skinned boy took the vape from his grip and stared at it, wondering what to do. I only watched on.

Liv frowned, "Come on, Pope. What is that gonna help?"

"I lost my scholarship." He cried, "Walked out in the middle of the interview. It's gone. It's not gonna happen."

"You did that for us?" Liv asked in surprise.

The Heyward stood from his seat to face her, "No. Not for us. For nothing."

JJ followed his steps as he placed a comforting hand on his shoulders, "I'm here for you, Pope. Welcome to my world."

"JJ-" Kiara started.

The blonde boy scoffed, "What, Kie? He's right. It doesn't matter anymore."

The dark-skinned boy leant against a wooden railing as he took another hit. The Kook girl sighed, "You don't have to do that."

He scoffed, "What do you care?"

I watched the scene unsurely until John B came around the corner with a stunned expression. I immediately rushed over to his aid followed by the rest to find his hands covered in blood.

"John B, are you okay?" I asked worriedly, my voice cracking.

"Is this yours?"

"Whose blood is that?"

The questions were cut off at the sound of sirens, causing us all to hide behind the railing.

He turned to the blonde girl, "Rafe shot Peterkin"

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄
hi babies
we're nearly at the end of season one !
i am very excited to write for season two and we're gonna say a lot more of riley with the pogues
xoxo