never throw the first punch. if you have to throw the second, try to make sure they don't get up for a third.
( outer banks s1-? )
( jj maybank x f!oc )
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CHAPTER THREE ━━━ TAP OUT
SCOOTER GRUBBS WAS DEAD. His waterlogged body was found whilst the gang were on their adventure, unaware of the tragedy until they made it back to shore.
One of the most unnerving things about it all was the fact that Scooter had a Grady White. Scooter happened to be one of the poorest men living in The Cut, which is why it struck the gang as odd that he had managed to obtain a rich man's boat.
They gathered at John's house to discuss what would happen next, since they were all technically involved in a crime.
❝Okay. So, um, we didn't see anything.❞ Pope said nervously. ❝We don't know anything. We need to have total and complete amnesia.❞
❝Pope's right for once.❞ JJ agreed, repeatedly flicking open and capping a metal lighter. ❝See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny.❞
❝You live your whole life in denial, JJ.❞ Delilah quipped, laying upside down on the couch, with Pope and Kiara sitting either side of her.
❝Guys, we can't keep that money.❞ Kiara sighed, her morals shining through once again.
❝Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara.❞ JJ sassed, looking unimpressed with her decision.
Delilah frowned, shooting the blond a glare. ❝Low blow, JJ.❞
❝We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs.❞ Kiara insisted. ❝Otherwise, it's bad karma.❞
❝Bad karma to be implicated in a felony, too.❞ Pope said awkwardly.
❝Can't have that for Pope.❞ Delilah shook her head. ❝Don't want him losing the scholarship.❞
❝Don't want you going to juvie, Dee.❞ Kiara poked her in the side, which made her squirm.
❝We gotta go dark.❞ Pope continued.
❝If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree.❞ JJ smiled, patting Pope on the shoulder.
Delilah rolled her eyes, poking JJ in the back of his knee. ❝You'll do anything to keep that money.❞
❝I don't agree.❞ John broke his silence, shaking his head at JJ.
JJ furrowed his eyebrows. ❝Why?❞
❝Just think about it.❞ John began to explain. ❝This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about. Same dude that's buying individual cigarettes at the Porthole. Shit, one time I saw this dude begging for change in the Save-A-Lot parking lot because he needed gas. We're talking about a dirtbag marina rat who's never had more than forty bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden, he's got a Grady White?❞ He took a breath, looking at his friends. ❝Just sayin'.❞
