she has it all, he has nothing, but everything isn't as it seems.
Blythe St. James's parents are on her ass. she has to have perfect grades, perfect boyfriend, perfect body, perfect reputation. but after closely watching the pogues at a bonfire part...
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Blythe made her way over to the chateau, silent tears rolling down her face. It didn't help that she was blasting 'All too well' by Taylor Swift (the ten minute version of course) the whole way there. She was incredibly sad, and needed some comfort. She hoped her pogue friends would welcome her over like John b did the other night.
She pulled into the driveway and realized everyone was out on the porch. JJ instantly noticed her and pointed her out to the group. She quickly wiped her tears, getting the sense that they were talking about something serious.
"Look there she is! Blythe, tell them we were literally going to die."
"what?"
" We were right outside like this! And all we hear is bam! Bam! Bam! Knocking paint off the wall G! From the inside." JJ explains leaning against the brick wall of the chateau. Blythe Laughed at his reenactment. But JJ was right, they were put under a lot of stress in that situation. They were all scared. Blythe thought she was going to die.
"First off, look at this shit!" JJ shakes his head, chipped paint pieces flying onto the ground. John b looks at Blythe shaking his head. Kiara fake gagged.
"That's Dandruff. disgusting." She spat and Pope swatted the boy away. Blythe couldn't help but laugh at their reactions.
"Thats paint." Blythe added, defending the reeling boy.
"See! Even Princess B over there knows it!" he pointed to the girl who was standing beside John b. "Anyways, at this point I was just waiting for death."
Pope face palms. "Okay, okay, so you saw the guys who shot at us, right?"
"Yeah!"
"Did you get a good description of them? Like literally anything. Something we could bring to a police report?" The Pope asks.
The room is silent. The 3 teens were thinking about what they looked like. Blythe didn't remember much, as she was just trying not to get found.
"Burly! " JJ says, the group groans.
"Burly?"
"Yeah."
"Thats not very helpful." Kiara adds, frustrated. JJ had begun to pace around the room. John b is still incredibly silent beside Blythe, making her a bit anxious.
"Okay well no. like the guys at my dads garage! You guys know he made cargo hides for drug smugglers." JJ explains, but Blythe did not know this. She felt bad for him, his dad sounded like a real ass.
JJ pulls out a cigarette, lighting it. "These guys, these killers." he pulls it to his mouth taking a hit. "Theyre square groupers."
"Like Narco square groupers? Pablo Escobar square groupers?" Pope asks, JJ nods, smoking a cigarette.
"Yeah man!"
"You guys, not everything is a kingpin movie." Kiara rolls her eyes, clearly not having it with the guys.
"What does a square grouper look like?" Pope asks, causing an argument between him and JJ.
"You guys don't get it, we were all really scared!"
"You weren't there dude! I wasn't taking mental polaroids, I was under duress! Uhhh Blythe, what did they look like?" JJ asks, all heads turning once again towards the kook girl.
"I was also under duress!" She yelled back, Kiara rolled her eyes.
"Why are you even here, Blythe? Shouldn't you be playing golf with Daddy St. James?"
Everyone looked at Blythe who was seething. She thought they had accepted her, she thought she had made friends, but no.
"Fuck you Kiara." Blythe replied angrily. She was annoyed that they were just shoving this events at Mrs Lana's house under the rug, acting like it wasn't as scary as it was.
"Seriously though. Blythe You're a kook, we don't want you here." Kiara stood up and the two girls walked to the center of the room, they boys were beginning to bet on who would throw the first punch.
"My money's on Kie." Pope whispered to JJ.
"Nah man i've got a feeling that Blythes is about to snap."
Blythe was angry. She had been having the worst couple days, she didn't need Kiara on her case now too.
"Did you forget that without me you wouldn't even have the compass? You wouldnt have been able to get down to the fucking boat!" Blythe remembered, but Kiara just rolled her eyes. "You know, Sarah was right about you." Blythe said, smirking. She knew that this was going to sting, and she was happy about it. She was beginning to feel like the old Blythe again.
"Oh yeah? And what's that."
"That your a two faced shit talking bitch!" and with that Kiara had slapped Blythe cold across the face. JJ sighed, sliding a 5 dollar bill to a very excited Pope.
the slap was fast and hard. it stung like a bitch which just added fuel to the fire.
It was Blythe who had the next slap. Which caused the girls to break out into quite the fight. but as quickly as it was startled the boys had pulled them apart and tried to cool them off.
"Get off our side of the Island Blythe!"
Blythe was about to storm off but was stopped by John b. "Blythe, wait. You're right, we need your help." by the look in his eyes Blythe folded. He was holding his compass in one hand and his eyes had almost gotten all glossy. She sighed and turned around. Kiara scoffed, confused on why her best friend was taking some random kooks' side.
John b looked down at the compass, silently flipping it open. Blythe watched as the gears turned in his mind, desperately trying to figure out what he was thinking. John b slowly walked inside as the rest of the pogues continued to talk. Blythe watched Kiara and began to feel bad. What she said to her was out of line and she shouldn't have let things escalate like that.
"The office," he said, stopping at the door. The rest of the crew "my dads office." The rest of the crew followed John b inside, but Blythe had stopped Kiara outside.
"What do you want?" she crossed her arms staring at the tall Brunette.
Blythe sighed, how many times was she going to have to apologize today?
"Im sorry. I shouldn't have said that stuff about Sarah. The truth is she hasn't even said anything bad about you to me before." Blythe paused. "I'm sorry. If you don't want me here, ill go." Kiara flashed the girl a slight smile, nodding.
"I'm sorry too. It's not that I don't want you here, because your not bad company and it would be great to have another girl in the group. Its just, weve been fucked over by kooks so many times. I just..." Kiara sighed. "Im sorry too."
Blythe smiled, "yeah it must suck hanging out with all guys sometimes."
"You have no idea. Also your slaps hurt man"
"Oh please you slapped me first! And by the way I'm pretty sure you slapped tears out of my eyes!"
