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After a few moments of us sitting around each other, with comfortable silence, my brown eyes darted down at Sarah's bloody jean shorts, with a bandage under them.
"Slick, what the hell happened?" I questioned, pointing at it before I was about to touch the dried blood, as curiosity filled me. Until she smacked my hand away from her jeans.
"Woah, girl! Don't touch a bloody gunshot wound, bad luck! You're going to end up getting one." Sarah warned as I corked a brow.
"What type of myth is that Sarah?" JJ dumbfoundedly asked. "What about a surgeon? Or a police officer?" I asked but she shook her head. "That's their job. You're doing it for no reason." She responded, making more sense.
"I understand,"
"But is it actually true?" I questioned, as I began getting nervous about her myth that could be true. But she could be just joking with me. Right...?
"What? The myth?"
"Yes."
"I believe so. We're just going to have to wait and find out." Sarah honestly said before I nodded my head, looking down at the boat floor, not knowing how to feel.
"So you got shot?" Kiara asked, going back to our last subject. "Yes, I got shot." Sarah giggled, looking down at her bloody jeans.
"What! That's badass!" Me and JJ yelled as she looked up at us and just smiled. "Thank you, I hope it leaves a sick scar." Sarah wished as I nodded.
"Or maybe when it heals, you can tattoo a gun on it," JJ suggested as I huffed and shook my head in disbelief. "JJ, no. She doesn't use guns. And she doesn't symbolize it like you do." I denied his stupid plan.
"I bet you love the gun more than me." I jokingly said, as everyone gasped, and his jaw dropped. "I was just joking. Relax." I awkwardly laughed, rubbing the back of my neck as I felt everyone's eyes on me.
"Saturday." JJ just replied.
"Two more days."
"What the hell are y'all talking about? For the last week, that's all I've been hearing." Pope asked, looking at me and JJ.
"Oh-nothing-nothing." I stammered, looking away from Pope, and towards the blue ocean all around us. "I think your hallucinating." JJ lowly whispered.
I looked up at John b seeing him looking down at me with an awkward complexion. I returned the complexion, looked away, and began laughing to myself.
