they're just blowing smoke,
i'll say what they won't,
i know everything they don't.
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛,
ruby miller can always sniff out when things are too good to be true. her stepfather, ward cameron, is one of them.
𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥...
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chapter 8. bad things happen to the people you love.
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Sarah never came back. what a shocker. ruby waited all day and all night and into the following afternoon; nothing.
finally, rue decided wasn't going to keep sitting around, waiting for a rescue she didn't need that would never come. she could rescue herself; ruby sneaks downstairs and out the back door, making a beeline to the south side of the island. "kie! pope! jj!" ruby shouts, waving her arms wildly as she finally finds the teens.
"rue!" the trio greets, embracing her in pure relief. they hadn't seen her since the tarmac; sarah had promised she was fine, but they weren't going to believe it without seeing the girl for themselves. "are you okay?" kiara asks, checking the younger teen over. "did you—"
ruby shrugs away, placing her hands atop her knees as she catches her breath. "i ran all the way here...hold on," she pants, gathering herself before standing upright and wiping at her forehead with the back of a hand. "where's sarah?"
the pogues look confused. "what do you mean?"
"what do you mean, what do i mean?" rubys eyes widen with nerves. "do you not know where she is?"
"no, she just left." pope admits, confused. sarah had told them she had already said goodbye to ruby.
"left where?"
"with john b..." jj adds with a shrug, "for mexico, or somewhere."
rubys veins fill with so much rage she worries she might explode. "how long ago?"
"you just missed 'em."
rue nods once, taking off through the cut. she ignores the teens shouts, weaving in and out of traffic and police lines, dodging officers that order her to halt. she spots the phantom just off the shore, two familiar teens huddled together. "john b! sarah!"
"ruby?" the blonde calls back, hand sheilding her eyes from the setting island sun. she watches the teen sprint down a dock, arms waving wildly from her attempt to capture their attention. "what the hell—john b, pull over." sarah orders her boyfriend to get closer to the dock.
"you're a bitch, sarah cameron." rue spits, climbing aboard. "you know that?"
"ruby, i didn't mean to. i swear, it all just happened so fast, i was going to—"
"save it."
john b furrows his eyebrows. "uh, if you're mad at her, why are you in the boat exactly?"
