~𝒪𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈~
I never knew it could feel so good to be somebody's Star
John b x OC
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I pushed the FedEx envelope through the gap in the tomb wall before hauling myself out after it, dust streaking both arms, the cold of the stone still on my palms, my nails scraping against it as I climbed. My heart was running fast — not because of the grave, not really. Because somehow, in the middle of all this chaos, John B's dad had left something behind for him, and the weight of that possibility sat heavier in my chest than the actual stone had.
"That's not gold," Pope said.
"Holy shit." John B took the envelope like it might disappear if he moved wrong, his hands closing around it with a care I hadn't seen him give anything else all summer. "This is from my dad."
"Code red!" JJ's voice cut through the dark from somewhere behind us. "Code red — square groupers! Square groupers!"
"What?" I spun around, my pulse spiking instantly.
"Go," Kie said.
"It's the guys from your house," JJ said, already moving, and that was enough information for everyone.
We ran for the tombs. I killed my flashlight, the dark swallowing everything at once, my own breathing suddenly the loudest thing in my ears.
"Turn your light off!" Pope hissed.
"John B, your light!" Kie added.
"I see something!" One of the men shouted, not far enough away, and the sound of it sent a hot spike of adrenaline straight down my spine.
"You think it's them?" I whispered.
"Homie's got a gun," JJ said.
"Fuck this." I ran, my feet catching on roots and uneven ground, my heart slamming against my ribs.
"Hurry up!" JJ yelled, the whole group following, feet hitting the grass in a rhythm that was more panic than plan.
Behind us, a golf cart engine roared to life, and the sound alone was enough to push my legs faster than I thought they could go.
"Go!" I yelled over my shoulder as we hit the fence.
I turned. His pants had caught on one of the iron spikes, holding him suspended in the least dignified position I'd ever seen him in, which was saying something, and even with my chest still tight with fear something in me wanted to laugh.
"Pope, come on!" JJ groaned.
"All right, don't move," John B said, looking around.
"I got you." Kie grabbed his arm.
"Wait — wait, you're gonna rip—" Pope started.
"You're fine! Come on!" Kie yanked.
"Pope, come on!" I yelled, half terrified and half fighting a laugh because the situation was completely insane and I couldn't help it, the two feelings tangled together in my chest until I couldn't tell which one had the upper hand.
