"'Cause
Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out
I know what you're doin', trying to get me to pursue you
Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out
Spill my guts out, spill my guts out"
[SEASON ONE-FOUR]
sarah cameron x fem!oc
cover by @h...
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【 SEASON EPISODE 5PART 1 】
The golden hues of the late afternoon sun danced across the water as Clara carefully maneuvered her small boat up to the dock behind her house. She tied it off with practiced precision, the soft lapping of the waves against the hull the only sound breaking the serene quiet. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she started up the path toward the house, lost in thought about the day ahead.
Suddenly, an arm clamped around her from behind, and a hand covered her mouth. Her breath hitched in panic, her senses sharpening as adrenaline shot through her system. Without thinking, Clara jabbed her elbow backward with all her might, hearing a loud grunt as she connected with her attacker's stomach.
She spun around, fists raised, only to see JJ crumpled on the ground, holding his midsection.
"JJ?" she blurted, eyes wide. "What the hell?"
John B was standing over him, doubled over with laughter, though he quickly held a finger to his lips to shush her. "Clara, keep it down!" he whispered harshly, glancing over his shoulder.
"What's going on?" Clara whispered back, lowering her voice but keeping her fists clenched.
JJ groaned, staggering to his feet. "Damn, Clara. Remind me not to mess with you," he muttered, still clutching his stomach.
"Seriously, what's happening?" Clara pressed, her eyes darting between her brother and his best friend.
John B motioned for her to follow and pointed toward the road. Clara squinted, spotting an unfamiliar car parked just outside the Chateau. Its windows were darkly tinted, the kind of car that screamed trouble.
"What the hell is that?" Clara muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
"They're watching us," John B explained in a hushed tone, his expression unusually serious.
Clara frowned. "Who's watching us?"
JJ shook his head. "We don't know. That's the problem. But they've been sitting there for hours, and it's giving us the creeps."
John B nodded toward the dock. "We need to get out of here, now. Follow us, and keep your head down."
Without another word, JJ dropped into the shallow water by the riverbank, his movements quick and fluid. John B followed, motioning for Clara to do the same. Clara hesitated for a moment, then slid into the cool water, her heart pounding as she crouched low, the three of them hunched over as they moved through the murky shallows.
