: ̗̀➛ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Victoria Miller's world is upended when she learns her life as the Pogue Princess is over. No longer surrounded by her group of friends, she's forced to adjust to a new, unfamiliar reality as a Kook. After a year of her not so...
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AS THE BOAT GLIDES through the water, Victoria placed herself on the bow. "Well that was fun," she chuckles, fixing her hair. "Could've warned us a little sooner."
"We would've, except Pope was on the math team," Kiara death stares the boy, who throws his hands up in surrender, before rolling her eyes.
"You were on the math team?" JJ's face shifted into confusion.
John B, like usual behind the steering wheel, changed the subject, "The cops took everything like it was a crime scene."
"Did you guys find anything at least?" Pope looked around in hope.
Victoria lips curved into a smile, looking at JJ, who was getting up from his laying position. "Did we find anything? No, I don't think so," the blonde reached into his pockets, laughing, "Oh, yeah, we did."
In his left hand he held the gun he dropped earlier, and in his right hand he had a stack of 100 dollar bills. Both Kiara's and Pope's eyes widened, "What the fuck?!"
"Dude, chill," JJ got up from his seat. "Come on."
"Why would to take that from a crime scene?" Pope scolded his friend, overthinking the future consequences.
"It's better than the cops having it!" JJ argued back.
"You serious?" Kiara looked at Victoria, who shrugged back.
"I'm gonna lose my merit scholarship," Pope shook his head.
"Hey, hey, hey," JJ put his arm around Pope's neck, keeping his other one on the gun. "Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh," he quieted him down with the weapon. "At least you have us, right?" he smiled.
"I'm living the nightmare," Pope pushed him away, and sat down, furious.
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THE GROUP WATCHED Lana Grubbs cry over a dead man's body, as he was wheeled along the dock on a stretcher. Kiara sat herself on a gray, plastic box, while JJ balanced himself, curling one of his hands around a beam from the ceiling of a small dock hut. John B and Pope were on both sides of Peeler, a girl Victoria wasn't familiar with. She sat next to JB.
"Who's that?" John B asked.
"It's Scooter Grubbs. He was out during the storm," Peeler explained, pulling out her phone from her back pocket, turning it for everyone to see, "Check out this pic I got, dead bodyyy."
The teens surrounding her, leaned forward to see the macabre photo of Scooter's lifeless body, bruised and bloody.
"What kind of boat did he have?" JJ asked, tilting his head.
