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05

"TORI WAKE UP, YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR WORK." Hayden Wilson yelled that next Monday morning. 

The night prior, Tori was so drunk Hayden had to drive the pair of siblings home. Before they went to bed the girl had showered her brother in cheek kisses for "saving her life" from Lola Bright and her idiotic friend. Her brother knew that she maybe had too much to drink.

Rubbing her eyes, Tori picked up her phone to look at the time. Wincing at the bright light, she was able to make out that it was 7:51. Tee times started at 8, meaning she had to be there to clock them in. 

Throwing on a golf polo and tennis skirt, she quickly ran out the house while also putting her shoes on. She liked to think she was the best at multitasking, because to add on she even threw her hair in a ponytail while she drove her golf cart with her knees. 

The girl had been a minute late, and two old men were waiting outside the shop with their golf bags around their shoulder. Luckily they did not complain, and simply brushed it off when she apologized profusely. 

After the men headed out to start their round, the Kook grabbed two Advils out of her bag, popping them in her mouth before getting a water from the mini fridge in the back. It seemed like no matter how much experience she had at parties, there was no way around the hangover that came the next morning. She did not even remember how she got home, did she drive herself?

The jingle that came with the opening of the entry door escaped her from her thoughts, making her open her eyes to see two Pogues standing in the doorway. It was JJ Maybank and Pope Heyward, with grocery bags in both of their hands. 

"Tori! Nice to see you again. How are you?" JJ beams, walking to the check out counter and plopping his bags onto the wood. 

"JJ, what do you need?" Tori responds, too tired and hungover to be having the conversation. It was a Monday, nobody golfed on a Monday.

"We have to run this food to some people that live on the course, we were just wondering if we could lend a cart to get around faster? It would really help us out." The other Pogue said, interfering before his friend could speak another word. Pope had one grocery bag in his hand, and a case of Stella Artois beer wrapped around his other arm. 

Frowning at the boys, Tori already knew the answer. She wished she could help, but she already did not get along with the cart girls and cleaning crew, so her decision was practically made for her. 

"I wish I could help, but they make the golfers pay a fee for the carts if you don't have your own. I would lend you mine but it is almost out of gas since I forgot to charge it last night." 

Looking at each other, the two boys hopeful smiles turned upside down rapidly, sighing before heading to the exit door.

As much as she tried to play both sides, Tori Wilson knew she was a Kook. She would never change, sometimes it was difficult for her to accept that. Although, if she is being honest it was mostly because they had nothing to loose. 

She loved the nice clothes, the boat, the easy job. The girl could not imagine a life without those things, yet, the thought of breaking the rules with what seemed like no consequences seemed nice for a change. 

The reality was though, the Kooks always came out on top, so she knew she was in the right place. 

"Thanks for the help Wilson." JJ said, half his body out of the shop already. The Kook girl felt terrible, but not enough to risk her job that she grew to love in the last four years. 

"Listen I really do wish I could help, but I can't. When you guys are done come back and I will give y'all a cold towel and a free drink coupon for your hard work. Ok?" She smiled, hoping to make amends with the clearly annoyed Pogues.