❝i'm just a teenager dirtbag, baby, like you❞
જ⁀➴₊⊹ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 ━━━ ︠❀🥥̰︢𖦹
𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 was the richest girl on figure eight, the acclaimed kook princess. a party on the boardwalk threw her into the pogues world. when face...
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ACT ONE ━━ ˖°🌊𓇼⋆🦪₊ A POGUE SUMMER, CHAPTER FIVE
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If someone told the Kook Princess that she'd be splashing her cash on John Booker Routledge, she would never believe it.
Yet, here she was.
"If you skip out on bail and I lose my money━━ I'll kill you."
Kingsley was clueless to why John B had been arrested and to why she was the person Kie turned to. The Kook Princess of all people, was not one to ask for a favour, especially not for a Pogue. Kingsley had received the phone call from her kitchen and was given breadcrumbs of information, John B had been arrested and needed bail, that's all she knew.
Clearly, the Pogues lacked the funds needed.
It wasn't like Kingsley would miss it.
Kingsley fiddled with the keys to her car, Mercedes-Benz G-Class, as she stormed ahead of the two Pogues. Kingsley licked her teeth, she wasn't stupid, even if Kie wanted to believe so. After that night at her house, how could Kingsley not run to Kie's side.
It was only fair and Kiara took advantage of that.
"Thank you for doing this, Kingsley." Kie connected their arms, smiling at her.
"Yeah." Behind them, John B scratched the nape of his neck and called out, "Thank, Kingsley."
Kingsley knew one thing. If Kingsley didn't owe Kie the same kindness that she had been shown, the bail money would be back where it rightfully belonged. She had zero interest in helping out John B, zero.
The sun blared down on the island and due to heat, the makeup Kingsley used to cover her battle wounds melted. Her Chanel sunglasses covered her eyes, she turned to John B, who had a matching black eye. Same bruise, same offender. Not that John B was aware.
