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THE JUDGE WAS ABOUT TO ANNOUNCED JOHN B'S SENTENCE. Everyone in the room knew what they wanted her to say, and most people were on the opposite side of the pogues. Bree sat next to Sarah, and the blonde was squeezing the hand of the girls on either side of her nervously. The judge then spoke, causing everyone to tense up. "John Booker Routledge, pursuant to the North Carolina statute section, you are charged with murder in the first degree with aggravated circumstances. If convicted, the maximum sentence would be the death penalty."

"What the hell?" the Callaway girl exclaimed while the woman struck the gavel and people started clamoring. The rest of the pogues sat there, still, letting it sink in.

Then, JJ stood up, and Pope stood up with him to calm him down. The Maybank boy yelled, "Your Honor, he's 17! He's 17. Are you kidding me?" Bree was surprised that he was that respectful about it. "Hey, John B, we're gonna figure it out."

While Kiara and the Heyward boy tried to calm him down, Sarah ran up the aisle and toward her husband, but she was stopped by the guards. As they held her back, she sobbed, "John B! John B! No!"

"Sarah!" the brunette girl yelled, running over to her and grabbing her before glaring at the officers that her touching her as Kie ran over to help her. "Let go of her!"

The walked out of the court house while listening to everyone say how JOhn B had it coming and how he deserved what he got. Kie groaned, "Is this a joke? Like, are we in hell, or...?"

"I should have never come home," the Cameron girl breathed out bitterly.

The blonde boy came up beside them and informed them rather pessimistically, "They're gonna kill him, guys. I know it."

"Sorry for what you and your family have gone through. Thank God the system works," one of the men that was walking with Ward Cameron told the man empathetically, and that was the last straw.

"Can you please shut up?" Kie asked him loudly, causing everyone around them to stop and watch what was happening. She gestured to all the men in suits while the her friend stood beside her to back her up. "Of course you think the system worked because it was made to protect you and people like you."

The man that was speaking earlier told her, "He'll have his day in court. A jury will decide."

"He shouldn't even be in court!" she shouted, and just when Rose and Ward started to walk away, she pointed at the heartless murderer that people called a man. "You should, 'cause you're a murderer. You have a lot of nerve showing up to court."

"I know you're upset. I understand you're upset, okay? He fooled you. He fooled all of you," Ward responded, and all of her friends knew that that was the wrong thing to say. He probably should have just walked away, but the police were outside now. So, he probably felt safe saying whatever he wanted.

The Carerra girl glanced at Shoupe and Plumb who were making their way over there and decided that it would probably be best to back down. Bree, on the other hand, did not care about Shoupe and his fucking goonies. So, she lunged. "You son of a bitch! You're a murderer!" Two officers grabbed her by her arms and her waist, stopping her.

"Show some respect!" the Cameron man ordered, and that just made her fight harder.

JJ and Pope tried to get the officers off of their friend because they were manhandling her away from the man that she was trying to beat up. The Heyward boy said, "Let her go!"

"Muzzle your goddamned guard dog," the Maybank boy told Shoupe as he was finally able to pull the brunette girl away from the men, and then he turned to the sheriff. "Why don't you take the Kooks down for a change?"

"You wanna get arrested? Get out! You need to go! Come on. Look, it's not worth it," the man responded, gesturing for them to leave.

"This is bullshit," the raven-haired girl muttered as she and Sarah led a fuming Bree away from the scene while people continued to comfort Ward fucking Cameron. Before they left, though, Kiara had to get one more shot in. "It's not a coincidence that your daughter's sitting with us."

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"I'M GONNA TESTIFY UNDER OATH," SARAH ANNOUNCED. They had just gotten back to the Chateau and were now discussing ideas for what to do to help John B. "I'm gonna testify under oath. I was there. I just need to get a hold of my sister."

JJ muttered, unconvinced, "Sister?"

"Do any of you guys have your phone? Wheezie is the only other person that knows Rafe wasn't home that day," Sarah explained to them, and it really was not that bad of an idea. That might have been because they were desperate, though.

The Maybank boy ran a hand through his hair, and he exclaimed, clearly not liking the idea because it involved getting a middle school girl in on their entire thing. "Wheezie?"

"I don't know what else to do," the blonde girl sighed, trying to defend herself to him. Kie handed her her phone, and she walked inside so that someone could hear her over the rain if she called. "I got us into this mess. I'm gonna do my best to get us out."

"Wheezie? Yeah, that will work. Well, she's right about one thing. We gotta do something. Our boy is a PO-dub right now, okay? He's held captive by the enemy right now, maybe even scheduled for execution. Are we just gonna sit here?" JJ yelled once the Cameron girl had gone inside.

Kie stood up, and she was really annoyed because usually, his plans got them into a hell of a lot more trouble than anyone else's did. "What's the plan? We start by kidnapping Shoupe?"

"Maybe, like, that's not the worst idea actually," he responded.

Bree gaped. The boy had been known to come up with some pretty awful plans, but that one took the cake. "Oh, it's not?"

"That is actually the worst idea I've ever heard," Pope told him, nodding in agreement.

Sarah called through the window because she could still hear them even though she was inside. "It's pretty bad."

"You know? Please, just stay out of this," the blonde boy rudely asked the girl inside, and she just rolled her eyes in response. "Okay, Pope, look, we've been doing everything your way, and how has that been working out? "

"Okay, okay, so what's your plan? You gonna storm a jail, guns a-blazing?" the Heyward boy questioned with raised eyebrows as he stood up and challenged his friend.

The Maybank boy had been leaning against the wall, but he kicked off it and stood really close to Pope, getting all in his face. "Look, Pope, all I'm trying to get you to understand is they got our boy. Are we just gonna sit here and do nothing? No! We're gonna go get his ass. We're gonna do something about it!"

"JJ, we're not storming a jail. It's not happening," the Heyward boy insisted, shaking his head.

"No, fine, man. Sit in your comfy chair. Do nothing," JJ told him, looking between the three teenagers on the porch with him. "I'm gonna see what I can do. Make something happen, even if I have to do it by myself."

Kiara, who really did not care, replied, "Okay." Then, the Maybank boy stormed out in the rain, and Bree sighed before running out after him. He was standing by his bike, ready to leave when she stopped him.

"What are you doing?" she asked, shivering a little bit from the rain. She wrapped her arms around herself and rubbed her arms in an attempt to warm herself up. Her hair stuck to her face and her neck because of the wet.

He turned around and looked at her with an annoyed expression after everything that happened on the porch of the Chateau. He answered her question, "I'm busting my friend out of jail."

"That sounds like an awful idea," she informed him because it did. What were they gonna do after they busted him out? How were they gonna hide him? It was really in John B's best interests that he stay where he was until they figured out a better plan like getting him a better lawyer or finding more evidence against Ward or Rafe or proving that John B did not actually kill Peterkin.

JJ was not going to accept that, and it just made him more mad. He threw his hands up in the air in frustration, the rain causing his shirt to stick to his chest, and Bree was not going to lie โ€” the outline of his abs and biceps was making her blush a little bit. He snapped at her, "Okay, well, I don't see you guys coming up with any better."

"Yelling at me isn't gonna help," she pointed out annoyedly, running a hand through her wet hair before putting both of them on her hips.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he sent her an apologetic look for fussing at her. He always felt bad whenever he snapped at her and she got all sad or angry. "I know. I'm sorry."

"I cannot believe I'm doing this," she muttered to herself, so low that he could not hear her because she was wondering why she was actually considering what she was considering. What was even crazier was that she actually said it out loud to him. "So, what's the plan?"

"What?" he asked in shock, sure that he must've misheard her because of the rain. There was no way that she would actually agree with one of his stupid plans.

"You said we were busting him out," she reminded him, gesturing to him even though he already knew who she was talking about. "I'm gonna help you so that you don't do something stupid and get caught."

He smiled. "Let's go, then."

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