She hated him. She hated him more than she ever thought possible. He was a kook- her natural born enemy.
He didn't hate her at all. Not one bit. It couldn't have been farther from the truth. Did she know that? No- and she never would.
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"You and I...
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Kori felt for her pocket knife, right hand slipping into the pocket of her black joggers. Her fingertips brushed the cool metal, weapon still there. They were at Tannyhill. And she needed to make sure she was prepared. This was the house of a killer, after all.
A cool breeze blew by, a slight chill running down her spine as the back door of the Twinkie was slid shut. She followed close behind the others, mind swirling.
Shoupe had found the wreck— Kie being forced to go home.
The cross had been stolen from them — Rafe and Logan being the main culprits.
And now they were at Tannyhill— minutes away from stealing that shit back.
To say things had gone according to plan would be total bullshit. Things had gone so far off the rails, she had no idea how they'd possibly fix it all. The only plan they really had was to get the keys and steal the huge semi truck that had coincidentally just pulled up.
Kori peered over the wall, eyes pinned on it as Rafe and Logan exited the vehicle. "How much do you wanna bet they have the cross inside that truck right now?" Pope voiced.
"How about 400 mil?"
John B, Sarah, Pope, and JJ slowly turned to the blonde.
"Too soon?" She continued, face contorting.
Sarah took a step back, exhaling. "Well, there's only one way to find out."
She started walking towards the edge of the stone wall, but John B ran after her. "Hey, hey, hey!" He hissed, causing her to whirl back around.
The remaining three pogues kept their eyes on the broken-up couple, their attention wholly devoted to them. Granted, they couldn't hear anything they were whispering about, but Kori was heavily interested in the outcome of their conversation.
She watched as John B reached into his pocket, hesitantly pulling out the string of his bandana he'd given her all those weeks ago. Before anything else could happen, Sarah grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss.
Kori couldn't help the grin that flew onto her face. She glanced back at JJ and Pope, not even trying to hide her excitement. "Mom and dad are back."
"What?" JJ responded, brow furrowing together. "You are so weird, dude."
"And you're not? Mr. I-have-feelings-for—"
JJ's hand flew over her mouth, but she immediately ripped his hand off of her face, pocket knife already extracted from her pocket. "The hell?" He exclaimed, eyes going wide.
"Touch me again and I'll cut your finger off." She threatened.
"Where—Where did you get a knife?!" He hissed, pressing his palm on top of her wrist and lowering the weapon.
