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"See, when I said this was a bad idea? I kinda meant it." 

"Hush, Jamie." 

I shrugged, rolling my eyes. There was no way in hell I agreed to this but then again, I never agreed when it came to those idiots. I just got dragged along. An honorary member is what I liked to call myself. John B didn't care that I was there with, Kiara couldn't care more or less, Pope might enjoy it, and JJ just did it so he could keep an eye on me. Like I was the troubled one here. 

"If he falls, I am not helping you guys." 

"Jamie." 

I rolled my eyes again. JJ was starting to get on my damn nerves. John B was pretty much near drunk and standing on a roof. Recipe for disaster. I looked at Pope and he gave me the same little shrug he always did, a that's a John B thing. But I was stuck with them since I couldn't drive and I got pulled into this. 

"Oh, and there's security." 

I watched the beer can hit the deck, shaking my head as I started to walk toward the fence. It took a second for everyone else to realize what I was doing and what I said. Pope echoed my sentiments and then there was the running. I was just fine, practically over the fence when I felt a hand on my shirt. I was getting dragged as if I wasn't the one that called it. I knew it and I was getting dragged. 

"Jamie-" 

"Oh, shut up JJ. I'm going!" 

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"Yo Jam. You heard about old Aggie?" 

I hummed as I tied the apron around my waist. Working at the country club wasn't exactly my idea of fun but it was money and we needed it. JJ would say I needed to quit, stop hanging around the Kooks. I didn't mind so much as I didn't have to deal with certain Kooks. For example, Rafe fucking Cameron. 

That dickwad had made it his personal mission to make my life hell. He said it was all playful but it was so a fucking pain when I was just trying to live, do my job, walk around the island, party. You name it? If I was there, somehow Rafe was there to make some comment and I had to find it in me not to sucker punch him. 

"Hopefully, it shuts this place down for a bit. I would love a day off." 

"It's Figure Eight, it'll be up the first second that bitch clears." 

"Amen to that." I shook my head as I walked out of the kitchen. 

And it was true. The difference between Figure Eight and The Cut was dramatic. Me and JJ would probably lose power for days if not weeks and then I'd still have to drag my sorry ass to work. A fucking pain. But that was The Outer Banks for you. 

"Hey, J." 

"Sup, where am I working?" 

The host, who was a sweet girl we called Carmel. Her name was Carmen but she was too sweet for her own good. Especially as a Pogue working this shit as a job. 

"Uh, the tables around the bar. Right next to the course." 

"Sweet." 

I smiled at her before making my way over there. It would be rich men who wanted a quick drink break from their game, hoping the alcohol would give them the swing they wanted. It didn't. But drunk people usually tipped better and knowing how stingy these idiots were, even with having money they could never spend in their entire life, it would be nice. 

"Oh, if it isn't the princess herself." 

I groaned, turning around to see Rafe with his little gang of friends. I hadn't even been here for five minutes and I was already wanting to take a steak knife to the eye. But then again, medical bills and it might not kill me. Knowing my luck. I forced myself to smile, or at least tried but it never fully worked when it came to the dick squad. 

"Gentlemen. What can I get for you?" 

"Not a hello, not a how are you doing? Bunny, that's just bad service." 

"Hello, how are you doing today? Can I get you started with a drink? Maybe add a splash of arsenic?" 

I couldn't help but roll my eyes and it earned a laugh from everyone but Rafe who was clenching his jaw so hard I was surprised his teeth didn't shatter. It was what we did. He pissed me off, I pissed him off. He acted like he was better than me and then that stupid fucking nickname. God, I hated it. 

"Watch the attitude." 

"You're not going to tip me, I don't see the point in being nice." 

"I could get you fired." 

I snorted, shaking my head. "I would honestly love to see the fit you throw. I would actually pay you to try." 

"With what money, bunny?" 

"Oh, low blow. I'm poor." 

His stupid comments were giving my eyes a workout. I was so done with the poor jokes as if it wasn't obvious. I wasn't sitting at the golf course, sipping on some alcoholic drink and flirting with men who didn't know how to date. Hookups were a religion for these idiots but I was working. For these fuckers to have their perfect little afternoon. And it had always rubbed me the wrong way, even if I was used to it. 

"Just get our drinks." 

"Topper, I don't actually think anyone spoke to you." 

"You-" 

"Wow... chill. Jamie is just having a morning, Top. No need to get all pressed." 

I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, Topper. Listen to Daddy." 

"So help me God-" 

"Topper." 

I watched as Rafe put a hand to his chest, causing me to snort. It was always funny to see the rest of them get riled up. Quick to violence. But that was island life. Everyone was quick to jump the line, get things handled. Or whatever excuse there was to that stupid shit. I hated it all. Fights, the stupid Pogues versus Kooks shit. It was boring and childish. 

"Sarah's bitch, Rafe's bitch." 

"Bunny, drinks." 

I rolled my eyes. "A please would be nice." 

"Bunny, my darling. Would you please be a dear and go get our drinks so Topper can take the edge off?"  

Every bit of his words dripped with sarcasm but I did have a job to do so I walked off toward the bar. I hated that I had to listen. I hated that I knew their drinks by memory. And I hated that I had to work this fucking job. It was a waste. It was a constant reminder of my place on the island. 

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a/n: a new one? someone tell me to stop, please. actually don't, because this is how i deal with complex emotions... my therapist is still ghosting me. it hurts, it hurts. but we have this. group therapy in the form of my crappy writing skills. but hey, here we go again. as always, and for the new people who don't know, love it or don't :p