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"Here you go, m'ladies," Pope mimicked a horrible posh accent as he presented three red solo cups filled to the brim with foamy golden beer.

"Thank you, kind sir," I smiled, performing in my own terrible accent and bowing before gladly accepting a cup.

A new song began to play and I swayed my hips to it, continuing my conversation about our plans for tomorrow with Kiara.

It had gotten dark, and even though it had been a couple of hours, I was still having an amazing time. Watching Pope and Kiara argue about something completely pointless, ("Bud light is so much better than that weird apple shit you're drinking.") was rather comical. Tonight was a good night, a nice way of letting go and forgetting about this week's previous events.

And our plan to lay low was going pretty smoothly until multiple shouts and gasps erupted from the crowd. I looked just in time to watch my boyfriend shove one of the biggest pricks we knew, Topper Thornton across the sand. So much for the plan. John B pulled on the back of JJ's shirt and drug him backward, away from the heated-up kook who was willing to do anything for a good dose of attention.

Which is exactly what he was in for, "You guys are nothing but dirty pogues!"

Just like that John B went from trying to talk his best friend down, to taking his place. As fast as you can flip a switch, John B's temper shot through the roof and he lunged at Topper.

Pope set his drink in Kiara's hand before turning to us and ordering, "Stay here," before he was off to wrestle his way into the center of the circle the crowd had formed.

We watched him hurry over to the wound-up group of boys that we're all sharing a display of killer stares.

Pope paid no attention to their antic and grabbed John B's arm, spinning him around and yanking a steaming JJ by the shoulder, "We're supposed to be incognito remember!" he scolded them, teeth grit together and eyes nervously dancing around the curious onlookers.

Sarah Cameron ran over to her boyfriend catering to him as though he had just been pulled out of a fire. Which in all fairness, is what that could've turned into, two extremely loyal pogues with mild anger issues and a drama-driven kook who gets a kick out of pissing people off, it's like pouring gasoline on fire waiting for it to ignite.

The crowd started to disperse, everyone thought it to be over, so Kiara and I started making our way to the boys.

"Babe! Babe, babe, babe!" As hard as Sarah tried, her perfect little boyfriend knocked John B into the water despite her poor efforts.

JJ struggled immensely against Pope, who had frantically grasped for any part of JJ he could get ahold of, desperately wanting to get a few swings at Topper. I was thanking my lucky stars Pope worked on his dad's boat.

Meanwhile, Sarah continued to yell, "Guys! Guys chill!" Unfortunately, every plea of hers seemed to fall on deaf ears.

My jaw clenched and I slammed my cup down on a nearby foldable table, instinctively ready to jump in but Kiara grabbed my hand, "No y/n! No!"