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Camillewaited outside the Coast Guard office by the docks as the rest of the group went inside. Her eyes were glued to her nails as she picked up sand from underneath them. She was thankful to be under a roof, considering she had been under the sun since she woke up and her skin was begging her to step out of it. The breeze blew against her, her hair dancing in the wind as sweat pearls formed on her neck.
Her eyes picked up from her nails, seeing the group approach her with unpleasant looks on their faces. She leaned on a wooden pole, waiting for them to stop once they got close enough.
"Well, that went well." Pope sighed. John B was next to Camille as Kiara leaned on the pole across from her.
The Langley raised her brow. "What happened?" She asked looking at the four of them.
"Nothing. They were dealing with other people, so they just dismissed us." Kiara told her, shrugging.
"What're we supposed to do with the key now?" Camille looked at John B, who spared her a glance. "Yeah, what's the plan?" JJ followed up, his arm propped up on John B's shoulder.
The Routledge boy held the key up in the air. "I think I know how we're gonna find the guy who owns that boat." He told them, and the group rapidly understood what he meant.
"No, no. We don't know whose room that is. It could belong to anyone." Pope protested, pointing at the key in John B's hand.
"I'm in." JJ grabbed the key, tossing it in Kiara's direction, the girl catching it with a grin.
"Come on. We'll be lookout." Kiara coaxed, smiling at Pope.
JJ put his arm around Camille's shoulder. "Come on, princess." He followed behind Kiara.
"I can feel your armpit sweat on my arm, and it is disgusting." Camille's face churned in repulsion, shrugging off his arm.
"You always complain about everything, don't you?" JJ dropped his arm, turning his head to look at her. "Only when it has to do with you." She grinned.
Camille had sat down on the bow of the boat, legs crossed as she fanned her face with her hands, switching between them once she got tired of using the other. JJ watched with an amused smile, the girl opened her eyes and took notice of the smug look on his face. She raised an eyebrow in question.
"Who's the sweaty one now?" He teased her, raising his brows at her.
"I will push you off this boat." She blinked, her lips falling in a straight line.
JJ put his hand across his heart, feigning a frown which was suit replaced by a laugh rolling off his lips.
"We're here." John B announced, making the two turn their eyes to the sight of the motel in front of them.
