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𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

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chapter thirteen
[ho hey]
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"You guys see that? That's the Malibu 24-MXZ. The world's finest wake setter." JJ explained to us all, standing at the edge of the boat.
"Wow. I think most of us knew that JJ" Pope said sarcastically, JJ looking at him with a hurt face.

"Number one in luxury, quality and performance. 200k easy." JJ continued, flicking pope on the forehead causing him to flinch.
"We picked the wrong parents." Pope mumbled looking at the boat in admiration.

I don't think that we picked the wrong parents, I don't really think that's possible but I think that we were just given the lives that god didn't really care about.
Everybody couldn't be rich and live in a big house, everybody couldn't have a fancy boat and drink expensive wine all day. Some people had to be given a shit life that they didn't deserve, and that was us.

"I hate to break it to you guys but that's topper and his girlfriend." Kie spoke, taking me out of my daydream. She didn't bother to mention sarah by name.

"You don't have to act like you don't see us, bitch!" Kie shouted as the boat drove past us, all of us turning to look at it.
"You know, you're going to hurt her feelings one day." I replied, putting my lip out in a pout but giggling when Kie shook her head.

"You hurt my feelings everyday." JJ stated, sitting down beside me.
"No." I shook my head. "You hurt your own feelings, JJ."
"Wow Grace, I see how it is." JJ fake sobbed, leaning forward and grabbing a bear out of the cooler. "Can you kiss me? Just to make me feel a little better?"

"JJ, my brother is here." I whispered, putting my finger to my lips in a shush motion.
"Wow, stating the obvious there Grace." He rolled his eyes, patting my head.

"JJ, no kissing my sister; bitch!" John B turned to look at us. Me and JJ turned to look at each other in shock, breaking out laughing when we seen each other's faces.

He didn't know and I knew that he didn't. Me and JJ had our moments that would be kept a secret till the day we die. I was determined to keep this from John B but it looks like JJ might have different plans.

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"Alright, keep a look out. We're behind enemy lines." JJ said, tapping my leg two times before pulling out the gun and checking to see he had the right amount of bullets.
"Yo, come on man. Just put it back." John B insisted, motioning for JJ to but the gun away again.

"What?" JJ shrugged, pretending like having a gun out wasn't a big deal.
"JJ." John b warned, giving JJ a look that told him to put it back again.
"You can never be too careful, John B." JJ said, pulling the door to the van open; grabbing my hand and helping me out.

"Hey! I predict that bringing a weapon to a four star hotel will likely cause more problems than they solve." Pope stated, rolling his eyes at JJ's actions.
"Thank you, Pope." John B thanked pope, looking at JJ in victory.

"I swear to god JJ, I'm gonna throw that thing in the ocean. Put it back!" Kie demanded, JJ just shake his head while looking at her.
"JJ, hurry up and put it back bitch. We need to get moving with this mission." I stated, motion towards the hotel and opening my eyes wide to try and put emphasis on it.

"Fine." JJ stated in a childlike voice, stomping one foot and kicking up a little dust; turning around and putting the gun back in the van.
"Can't forget my badge. Proffesional busboy!" JJ exclaimed, closing the van door behind him while he climbed out.

"So, where are we going now?" Pope asked while we walked through the hotel, I turned to look at all the people in amusement. Hotels require a lot of people to keep it running.
"We're getting internet because only rich people have electricity right now." JJ answered, looking back at pope who was behind us.
"I'm gonna look at hot dudes on Instagram." I stated, smiling at JJ when he shook his head at me in disappointment.

"This way." JJ pointed ahead, making sure we were all still following him. We ended up in a kitchen, the amazing smell of food in the air.
"I'm hungry." I groaned, tipping my head back and pulling my hands through my hair.
"We can eat later, for now; the internet." JJ started, grabbing my hand and tugging me along with him.

"Sweet lord, the internet!" Pope exclaimed, walking into the room that we had been searching for.
I walked up behind JJ as he was about to begin searching up Instagram models, pushing him out of the way with a little hip bump.

"Move." I stated, beginning to search up harry styles.
"No, Kylie Jenner." JJ said, pulling my arm away.
"JJ, she has a kid. She is not interested in you." I stated, taking a seat in the chair and looking at him.

"I got the map." John B said, placing it down on the table. I ignored JJ from this point and decided to pay attention to what we had come here for.
"I'll watch the door." I spoke up, about to stand up and walk towards the door.
"No one comes in here, you don't need to." JJ said, touching my arm.

"Shit, it's on the high side. It's only 900 feet." John b said, looking at what pope had pulled up on the computer screen.
"That's not too deep." Pope said, JJ shaking his head agreeing with him.

"Is that doable or something?" Kiara asked.
"Yeah, totally doable." JJ's voice was confident.
"Okay, will we be taking your personal submarine?" Pope turned around and looked at JJ who was now standing behind him.

"How do you know this, Mr dive master?" John b asked, lifting up his hand and motioning towards JJ.
"The salvage yard. They got a drone that can drop 1,000 feet. It has a 360 camera and everything." JJ started, making motions with his hands. "It's for like, deep dives and stuff. It's exactly what we need."

"And can your dad get his grimy little hands on that?" I asked, I hated JJ's father for what he had done to the boy.
"Well, my dad's grimy little hands got his ass fired. I guess the salvage captain frowns upon showing up shitfaced, it turns out." JJ starts, looking at me and putting his hands in his pockets; obviously disappointed that his father was such an asshole.

"But the drone's there. It's in the impound yard out back." JJ finished.
"How much did you say was on the Royal Merchant again?" Kiara asked, looking up at JJ.
"400 mill." "400 million." John B and JJ spoke at the same time.

"400 million dollars?" Kie asked in disbelief.
"Yep," I stated, looking around the room in boredom.

"No, Absolutely not. Absolutely not. No!" Pope start's, trying to block Kiara and the rest of us from leaving the room.
"Pope, move!" JJ states, trying to open the door.
"Guys, that's too-" Pope trys to say something but is cut off by Kie.

"Come on." Kiara says to Pope, opening the door and walking.
"Can we do anything legal for money?" Pope sighs as he speaks, walking out behind us.
"Just go, pope." I said, encouraging the boy.