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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"All right, look, this is the original owner right here." John b points to a black and white picture of a man on his fathers bulletin board. Blythe couldn't help but notice the slight resemblance. He was definitely related to John b. The two girls had missed the first part of the conversation, and were trying to catch up. Blythe looked around at the boys, confusion plastered across her tensed brow but they were all too busy looking at John b's board to notice. She stayed silent, continuing to pretend to understand.
"Okay, Robert Q Routledge. 1880-1920. There's the lucky compass right there!" Kiara quotes, pointing to the compass which was hanging by the man's pocket. Blythe smiled at the good looking man in the photo, almost admiring him. Which then reminded her of Rafe, sending a shiver up her spine. She shook it off, paying attention again.
"He was shot after he bought it." John b says solemnly. Suddenly a rooster crows loudly in the background, breaking the kook girls' attention once again. She just couldn't seem to focus. "Then the compass was shipped back to Henry. He was killed ina cropped dusting accident when he had the compass. After he died the compass was given to Steven." John b continued, but Blythe was still distracted by the rooster in the background.
"Stephan had the compass when he died in Vietnam." John b points to a picture, still in black in white off a tall man in uniform.
"Let me guess, he died in action?" JJ finished. John b shakes his head.
"Sort of. He was actually killed by a banana truck in the country." Blythe struggled to hold it together after that one. She knew she was being insensitive, but what a tragic way to die? She couldn't imagine her death certificate reading 'death by banana truck'. She took a deep breath, clearing the thought from her mind.
"Anyways, after that Stephan passed the compass down to my dad." John b points, nodding.
"It sounds like there is a recurring theme here." JJ says, stating the obvious.
"Yeah no shit Maybank." Blythe rolled her eyes. The blond boy sarcastically puts a hand to his chest, faking a gasp.
"And just when I thought we were getting along, princess." Blythe lightly chuckles at his stupid comment, averting her focus back to John b.
"You have a death compass." pope states.
"No I do not." John b scoffs, the rest of the group giving him the 'you're an idiot who is in denial' look.
