Eastside//Grayson Dolan

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Madeline's POV

"You realize this is a terrible idea, right?" I sat on Knox's lap as he drove his boat to the Flats.

"It's an Eastside party. What are they gonna do call the cops on us?" Max said before he stood up and yelled. "We run the island!"

Knox laughed as he dapped up Max.

"We're definitely not welcome here," I said as Knox idled up to the flats.

Ok, let me explain the flats. The flats are where all the Eastsiders hang out. It's a group of big ass sand bars just off the Eastside. All of the Eastsider's get in their tin can boats and park them before walking up to the shallowest part of the sand bar. To my understanding, they just chill up here listen to music and get drunk. I've always heard of the Eastside parties but never been to one.

"We do stick out like a sore thumb," Knox said as we looked at the people dancing and drinking.

"It's cool. We came to crash the party anyways." Max shrugged and I rolled my eyes.

"How do we let you talk us into the dumbest shit?" I asked Max as Knox parked the boat.

"Because I'm the best bad influence that you two got." Max shrugged as Knox dropped the anchor and tied the boat off.

"Aight, let's go," Knox said as he finished tieing off the boat.

"Aye make sure the boat's tied up tight. You don't want these Eastsider's running off with it." Max said as we hopped off the nose of the boat.

"Max quit being an ass." I slid off the nose and Knox caught me.

"I'm not being an ass. I'm being honest." Max said as we walked through the water.

"Let's just be as discrete," Knox said and I nodded.

We walked up to the shallowest part of the flats. As we walked up, we passed a boat. I furrowed my eyebrows at the writing on the side, HMS Dolan. I ignored it and kept walking. We walked up and some people were talking. Groups of people were dancing and others were drinking. We slipped into the crowd fairly easily. We walked around and some people gave us some odd looks. We were walking around when I spotted two familiar faces. Ethan, Grayson, and another guy were standing around a keg serving drinks. Grayson looked up and saw me looking. I quickly averted my gaze back to Max and Knox.

"You ok?" Knox asked as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

"A little out of place, but I'm chilling." I looked up at him.

"Yeah, I keep looking back at the Malibu." He smiled and I did too.

I was about to say something, but I was cut off.

"Middleton, Carpenters." A voice erupted from behind us.

We turned to see the Dolan's and the guy that was with them walking up to us. Grayson's gaze landed on me and the arm Knox had around my waist.

"The hell you want Jackson?" Knox stepped up and I tried to grab his arm.

"I'm wanting to know what you pouncey ass Westsiders are doing on our side of the island." This Jackson kid snarled and Knox looked pissed.

"We-" Knox was about to say something but I cut him off.

"We had just heard about these kick-ass Eastside parties and we just wanted to know what they were like." I flashed him a smiled and attempted to keep Knox behind me.

"See Ad, there's no problem here." Grayson looked at me then the kid. "And E and I work for Madeline's dad, so why would we have a problem with them?"