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"No effing way!" Kiara yelled.
The group had organised to meet at the Chateau later that day to discuss their plan of action in preparation for when they returned to the Crain house, however, John B failed to mention that he was including Sarah in on their mission. Claire didn't have much of an issue with it, but she also didn't think that Sarah had a right to be involved considering she'd only just started hanging around John B. They'd been in it from the beginning and Sarah was crashing their party. Kiara, on the other hand, was–to put it nicely–pissed off.
"You brought her here? So what? She's in on this now?"
"Look, all I care about is her cut comes out of your share." JJ said to John.
"You know, I don't remember taking a vote." Kie said angrily. "This is our thing. A Pogue thing."
"I gotta say, I'm just a tad uncomfortable with all of this." Pope said.
"Thank you!"
"When are you not uncomfortable?" John B questioned.
"I dunno, I rode here on the back of JJ's bike pretty comfortably."
"It's true. Most relaxed I've ever seen him." JJ agreed.
"That's cute, guys."
"You know we were all extremely comfortable until you brought her."
"Stop talking about me like I'm not here!" Sarah said.
"Then leave."
Sarah scoffed. "I told you."
"Told him what, exactly? That you're a liar?" Kie asked.
"No, that you're a shit talking bitch." Sarah retorted.
"Oh shit." Pope muttered.
"My money's on Kie." JJ whispered, handing some money over to Pope.
Claire watched the two boys amusedly. Were they seriously betting on this dumb cat fight? The answer was yes, and honestly, Claire wanted a part of the bet.
"I bet neither–just to be different." She muttered. But before the three could go any further with their bet, John B shouted.
"Everybody shut up!"
There was silence.
"Kie, you are my best friend, right?" He asked, Kie nodded. "And Sarah, you're...you're my..."
