𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘏𝘖𝘗𝘚𝘐𝘚 ❁ 𝘑𝘑 𝘔𝘈𝘠𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘒 & 𝘒𝘐𝘈𝘙𝘈 𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘌𝘙𝘈

𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘠 𝘍𝘐𝘝𝘌

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❝ i hope it's ripping you apart ❞
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𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝

"Finally" JJ huffs as Kiara and Pope arrive home, the four of us running down the pier towards them "Hey! Guys, don't tie up. Stop it!"

"What?" Kiara frowns as we approach the couple.

"We're dipping" JJ elaborates.

"Wait, why?" Pope asks.

"What?" Kiara repeats "What are you talking about?"

"Where'd you guys go? What happened last night?" John B questions them.

"We slept on the break. What's up?" Pope replies.

"Slept, right. Yeah" JJ scoffs and tries tug me closer to him but he moves far too fast, making me flinch "We were up all night"

"I'm sorry" I whisper guiltily, grabbing my boyfriend's hand.

"It's not your fault" He assures me, helping me into the boat.

"We gotta get the hell out of here" John B declares.

"Rafe knows we're here, so we have to leave, like, now" Sarah explains.

"Okay" Kiara nods.

"You all right?" John B asks his girlfriend, holding onto her as she climbs onto the boat.

"Yeah, yeah" She assures him, sitting down next to me.

"You okay, brat?" My sister questions quietly as the others climb in and we peel away from the pier.

"I think so" I nod, letting her wrap her arm around me.

The boat ride is completely silent and I think the reason is that no one knows quite what to say. I feel the Pogues taking turns looking at me but I don't return the gesture, not sure if I'll be able to fake a smile or burst into tears.

Pope drives us to the secluded spot of Rixon's Cove where we gather around and debate the shitshow of our current situation.

"Look, if Rafe and Barry know, it's only a matter of time" Kiara starts.

"Before everyone knows" Pope adds.

"I told you" JJ scoffs "We should've gone south, man"

"Just stop it" John B warns him.

"Why does no one ever listen?" JJ continues.

"I get it, I get it. I understand" John B assures the blonde who storms over to me in anger.

He sits down next to me on the grass and pulls meet sit between his legs, pressing a kiss to my temple. I sense how agitated the Maybank boy is, so I press a kiss to his jaw and lay my head on his chest. He eases up little by little and looks down at me with a warm smile that I return.