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"What the hell is going on here," I whispered, backing my father's car up before it could hit the dangerous tide, meeting up with the messy twinkie, noticing all of my friends sitting on the roof, while a trail of a blood-looking consistency dripped down, with a frustrated and aggravated complexion, as they stared at the car.
"Is that-is that blood?" JJ's weak voice cracked, as he looked out the window at our friends. "I believe so. Jesus, what happened." I huffed out, moving my slim hand over to the many keys hanging out of the key hold, twisted it, and yanked it off.
"Let's go, darling," I whispered, returning to face him before I gently mashed my lips into his soft cheek, giving it two gentle and adoring pecks.
"I love you," I whispered, softly pulling away my lips away, watching his cheeks wrinkle, before he turned his face over to me, revealing his sheer tear-stained cheek. "I love you, princess." He let out, still with a cracky voice, making my soft lips peel into a pleased smile.
"Let's go. They look like they want to fucking kill us." I notified my boyfriend before I turned over to the driver's seat door, snatched the handle of the door, and pushed it open before I slid out of the car.
Then, I glanced over, watching JJ quickly repeat my actions as we shut the door together. My feet sprinted toward the other side of the car, meeting with JJ, and catching everyone's bothered stares landing on the two of us.
My anxious eyes were drawn down to John B's leg, which was patched up with a spare knitted blanket in the twinkie and resting on Kiara's lap.
"What the hell happened? You okay?" I loudly questioned, while the two of us stopped before the tide could begin. "Where the hell were you guys? Having sex on the beach! What the fuck!" Pope immediately screamed at us, spreading his muscular arms open, while John B leaned against his shoulder, in weariness.
"We had-we had some complications! Parental complications! We got it under control!" I yelled, shrugging my shoulder, as I watched Pope roll his dark eyes at my words.
"Luke was at the Chateau." JJ quietly let out to his friends. "Oh, great! While you were having family time with your girlfriend and pops, John B got bit by a gator." Pope kept scolding, pointing his finger at John b's patched-up ankle many times.
"Like, for real?" JJ gasped before we began taking a step closer to them, trying to get a better look at the leg, but everything was patched. "Does it look like we're joking?" Kiara pointed her finger at her ex-boyfriend's leg.
