spy games part 2 (TW abuse at the end!)
the next day had come upon us. JJ, pope, kiara, and i were all hanging out in popes dads small shop, talking amongst ourselves.
i hissed in a small bit of pain, kiara was cleaning the cut on my nose. "sorry." she mumbled.
"don't let it get in your head, bro." JJ said, trying to make pope feel better. "there were three of them—"
"there were also three of us, JJ. four if you include kiara for the last two minutes." i interrupted him, looking over at him. he was sitting on top of the counter next to the register.
"doesn't matter.. that's typical kook shit right there." JJ responded.
"hell yeah." kiara added as she finished cleaning my cut.
"what was your thought process, using your head?" JJ asked, referring to pope.
"i don't know, man. i just kind of acted off instinct. i was a cornered animal." pope replied.
"proud of you, pope." i smiled as i put a hand on his shoulder while walking by him to go sit on the counter next to JJ.
"thanks." he smiled back while looking through the items around the area.
"what about you?" JJ asked, "what made you kick topper in the balls? jump on rafes back? you're actually a good fighter for a kook." he let out a small chuckle.
"did you really just compliment me, JJ?" i asked him in a teasing tone.
he rolled his eyes, "shut up, harris." i could see a small smile forming on his lips.
i kept my eyes on him, admiring his features. he had a sharp jawline, a gold chain around his neck along with a fake shark tooth necklace, he had light acne on his cheeks, his face was lightly sun kissed, his beautiful blue eyes scanned the room, his messy fluffy blonde hair, and the bruises and cuts from the night before made him slightly more attractive, he really is handsome.
i was taken out of my thoughts at the sound of heyward, "hey, pope, someone here to see you." he announced as he walked closer to us.
we all turned our heads to look at who was coming into the store, it was shoupe.
"evening, officer." pope said with a slightly cracked voice, he was obviously nervous.
"i have an arrest warrant for felony destruction of property." shoupe said as he handed heyward a piece of paper, the warrant.
"what?"
pope turned to look at the rest of us, all our eyes landing on pope.
"hands where i can see them." the deputy said as he turned pope around and bent him over on the counter beside JJ and i.
"shoupe— what'd he do?" heyward asked.
"look at the warrant." he replied.
JJ and i quickly got off the counter, "what is this about? he didn't destroy anything!" i shouted as i put a hand on pope's shoulder.
"you're arresting him? seriously?" kiara asked.
"you're just gonna arrest my boy?" heyward asked.
shoupe ignored our protests as he put cuffs around popes wrists, walking him out of the store.
"shoupe, come on! you know he didn't do anything— he's a good kid!" i yelled as we all followed them outside.
"how much did they pay you, man?" JJ asked.
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CHERRY WAVES|JJ maybank|
Romancedaphne harris was born a kook, but raised as a pogue. she doesn't really have a 'family' as people call it. her dad abused her mom all her life. her mom ended up leaving and completely abandoning her child to save her own ass, but hey, can you blame...
