When a shy girl from Figure Eight suddenly gets whisked into a dangerous treasure hunt involving four pogues known for their knack for trouble, she finds herself navigating not only the troubled waters of adventure but also the complexities of frien...
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It had been an hour and a half since the three had witnessed Miss Lana's outburst, but the tension still clung to them like the humidity in the air. At the chateau, JJ hadn't stopped pacing, sneakers scuffing against the wood as if the action could burn out his nerves.
Kie and Pope, had arrived after a frantic phone call from the others, and sat across from Sydney on the porch, exchanging bewildered glances as they tried to process the urgency.
Sydney hadn't moved from her spot on the old couch outside, since the three got back to the Chateau. She sat unusually still, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her brown eyes stared into the distance, as if searching for answers hidden among the tree branches.
John B leaned against the window, staring out like he wasn't even in the room. He hadn't spoken a word, hadn't moved an inch, like he was stuck in a trance.
JJ broke the silence with a burst of anxious energy. "We were just like this," He pressed his back against brick wall attached to the porch. "And all we hear is just, 'Bam! Bam! Bam!' Knocking paint off the wall, G! From the inside!" He punched the air dramatically, mimicking the men, with a wild look in his eyes.
Sydney glanced over at JJ retelling the story, taking in his messy hair from him anxiously running his hands through it too many times. He looked unhinged. She let out a sigh. "Can you calm down?"
He ignored her. "All right? And i'm just looking at them like- Wait first off," JJ paced to the center of the room, stopping between the couch Sydney was perched on and the two chairs where Pope and Kie sat. He ran a frantic hand through his hair again. White flakes drifted down to the floor. "Look at this shit. Look at it."
Pope and Kiara exchanged looks of pure disgust as they eyed the white specks gathering at JJ's feet.
"Bro," Pope muttered, recoiling. "The house..."
"That's dandruff. Disgusting," Kie deadpanned.
"Okay, thank you," Pope said flatly, shoving JJ back slightly as the paint particles sprinkled onto his shoes.
"Look at all that, alright," JJ straightened up, brushing more of the dried paint from his hair. "That's paint."
Pope and Kie still looked unconvinced, but before they could protest, Sydney reached up and combed her fingers through her own hair. Tiny white specks of paint clung to her fingertips. "No, he's right. It's paint."
"Thank you!" JJ snapped, pointing at Sydney then to the others before carrying on. "At that point, I was just like... waiting for death," JJ exclaimed panting, throwing his arms up dramatically, as if the weight of the world had collapsed on his shoulders.
Pope ran a hand across his face and groaned into his palm. "Oh, okay, so you saw the guys that shot at us, right?"
