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Kyla crawled out of the coop followed by everyone. "Kiara, you are coming home with me right now," Kyla said as she grabbed her sister's hand and tried to pull her towards her car.

Kiara ripped her hand away and exclaimed, "No!"

Kyla turned towards her with wide eyes. "This isn't up for debate, Kiara!"

Kiara groaned. "Oh, my God! You sound just like Mom!" she replied in annoyance.

"Well, sorry that I don't want you running around with people who have a gun," Kyla said, referring to the two guys, before she shot JJ a look. "That also includes you." He held his hands up in defense, making John B lightly shove him with his shoulder.

"It's not even his gun, Ky!"

"Oh, like that makes it any better!"

"Okay, okay, calm down," Pope said, quickly stepping in between the two sisters so they didn't start physically fighting. "We can't afford to have a fight right now."

"Yeah, we can't," Kiara agreed. "Which is why you have to leave," she continued, pointing at Kyla.

Kyla scoffed. "Are you being serious?"

"100%," Kiara replied, crossing her arms. "Go back to your Kook world and forget this ever happened."

"My Kook world?" Kyla questioned and Kiara nodded. Kyla scoffed again, shaking her head since she wanted to say how much her 'Kook world' actually wasn't as good as she thought, but decided against it. "You're unbelievable," she muttered, walking back over to her car. She always tried so hard, while Kiara wasn't have any of it.

And that hurt.

"I just want to know when you're going to stop chasing things that are impossible to catch," Kyla said after a moment, opening her car door up.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kiara questioned.

Kyla looked over at John B, who had his lips pursed. There was no way his father was alive after him being gone for almost a year. These kids were absolutely crazy! "I think you know exactly what it means," Kyla said before she hopped inside her car and drove away from the younger teens.

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

Kyla picked up trash on the beach along with all of her other Kook friends and classmates. As she looked around the beach, she spotted something black on the ground. Her eyes widened, thinking it was gun since they seemed to be popping up everywhere. She slowly raised her foot and pushed the sand away, revealing the object to be a black belt. She sighed in relief, shaking her head at her delusions.

"A belt? Looks like someone was getting nasty here," Tara said with a laugh as she walked over to Kyla, picking the belt up and placing it in her plastic bag.

Kyla gave a breathless laugh. "Oh, yeah," she replied.

Tara arched a brow. "What's up? You seem...on edge," she said slowly. She wondered if something happened between her and Rafe. Because if it did, then she would have to plan when to make her move.

"Oh. No, I'm fine. I just had a fight with Kiara earlier, that's all," Kyla said, partially lying since the fight with Kiara actually happened. She just didn't want to mention the other part...

Tara groaned. "You know, your sister is a real bitch."

"Hey," Kyla said in a warning manner.

Tara put her hands up in defense. "I'm just being honest here. She needs to know her place," Tara told her before Kelce came walking over.

"Hey, ladies," he said, holding up a bottle with a yellowy liquid in it.

"Now, what do you have here?" Tara asked teasingly as Kelce handed her the bottle. She unscrewed the lid and smelled the substance, making a face. "Damn! What did you put in here?" she asked and Kelce just laughed. She then took a sip of the liquid, making another face as she swallowed the liquid. "Wow. Want some, Ky?"

"Oh, I think we both know the answer to that question," Kelce said as he took the liquid back and put the lid back on. He then looked over to the two girls' shoulders and walked past them. "Yo! You look thirsty!" he said, and they two girls turned around to see Sarah and Topper approaching.

Topper grabbed the bottle. "Okay, what do we — what do we got here?" he asked as he began to take the lid off.

"Have some of that, baby," Kelce said as he rubbed his hands together.

"Be careful, Top. You might pass out," Tara joked, nudging Kyla to make her laugh.

Topper rolled his eyes at his sister before he opened the lid and smelled the alcohol. "Oh, my God!" he exclaimed before he took a large sip.

"Yeah, that's how we do it, baby," Kelce applauded as Topper handed the bottle to Sarah.

"Oh, man. Come on, Sarah," Topper said, snapping from the kick it gave him. "Let's go."

"Be careful," Kyla warned since the substance seemed to be pretty strong.

"Party pooper," Tara commented with a playful eye roll.

Sarah slowly took a sniff of the liquid. "What did you do to this?" she asked with a laugh.

"He's not playin' around," Topper said before Sarah also took a large sip. Wheezie, Sarah's younger sister, then took the bottle and started drinking, making Kyla's eyes widen. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Sarah quickly took the bottle away from her and asked, "Since when did you start drinking?"

"Since today," Wheezie answered, wiping her lips.

"Great going, Kelce," Sarah said, handing the bottle back to him.

"We are supposed to be role models guys. This definitely not us role modeli—"

"You guys got it under control?" the man leading the whole thing called out to them, cutting Kyla off. Kyla quickly cleared her throat and pretended to start looking for more trash even though she wasn't even the one drinking.

"Yes, sir! It's looking good, sir!" Topper said back to him.

"Just clearing the stretch out!" Kelce told him.

"We're doing well!" Kyla added.

"Just hydrating!" Sarah shouted. "Almost finished!"

"Great job. Keep it up."

"Thank you! Thank you."

After finishing their cleanup and doing a circle of holding hands with everyone, Kyla went back to the Cameron's place with Sarah, Tara, and Wheezie since the latter started to feel sick from the alcohol.

The older teens quickly brought Wheezie up to the toilet in Sarah's room where she had started to throw up. "Oh, God!" Sarah exclaimed, covering her mouth in disgust. Kyla sighed and pulled Wheezie's hair back, once again, being the mom of the group.

"That smells disgusting," Tara commented, scrunching her nose up in disgust.

Kyla shot her look before she looked back down at Wheezie. "So, what have we learned?" Kyla asked her like she was her child.

Wheezie sighed. "Never mix vodka with Crystal Light," she answered slowly.

"Very good," Sarah said while Kyla just sighed.

Wheezie then retched into the toilet again, coughing and wiping her mouth once she was finished. "Ugh...Please don't tell Dad," she said to Sarah.

"I won't," Sarah assured her. "On one condition," she then added, making Kyla furrow her brows as she released Wheezie's hair.

Wheezie sighed, leaning away from the toilet. "What's that?"

Sarah glanced at Tara, who started to giggle. Sarah then looked back at her sister. "You cover for me sneaking out with Topper tonight," Sarah told Wheezie. Wheezie sighed, looking away.

Kyla got up and backed up towards Tara, who was leaning against the sink. "Why did I not know about this?" she whispered to Tara.

"We were gonna tell you about it after," Tara told her.

"Please," Sarah added once Wheezie wasn't giving her an answer.

Wheezie looked back over to her and replied, "Fine."

"Do you promise?" Sarah asked.

"I promise." Wheezie then stuck out her pinkie to do a pinkie promise before she started to throw up again in the toilet.

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

"I just don't feel you care. Nothing shows me—"

"I said I do!" Kyla heard Rafe cut his father off once the trio made their way downstairs. She glanced over at Tara and Sarah before they slowly started to make their way towards the arguing father and son.

"Yeah, you said it," Ward replied angrily.

"What more do you want me to say?" Rafe questioned.

"I don't want you to say anything! I want you to do. I want you to take care of business!" Ward told him.

"Okay!"

"Where are the backup generators?" Ward asked. "I gave you money for the backup generators. You said you would take care of it. Did you take care of it? Where are they?" he continued without letting Rafe answer first.

"They're on back order," Rafe said after a moment, but Kyla knew he was lying since he had bought that motorcycle instead. She tried to tell him not to, along with Sarah, but he just wouldn't listen. In fact, he listened to Tara, who was saying how badass it would be to have one.

"Yeah, of course they are," Ward replied as he sat down.

"There was a hurricane," Rafe argued.

"I tell you what. You know that Pogue I just fired? Way more reliable than you," Ward told him and Kyla glanced down, swallowing hard. She hated that Ward was always yelling at him for everything.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really! You need to get it together, Rafe, or you can go live on The Cut," Ward said and Rafe laughed. "That funny to you?"

"Wow."

"You can go live on the damn Cut, Rafe...as far as I'm concerned. Now get up and get out of here. I'm sick of lookin' at you," Ward told him and Rafe got up from his seat, making Kyla feel bad for her boyfriend. "Make yourself useful somewhere, somehow."

"Sarah's not working," Rafe argued after a moment, making Sarah open her mouth in offense.

"This isn't about Sarah, Rafe. You're almost 20. You don't just get to sit back and have everything handed to you. Your girlfriend lives the same lifestyle as you and she has a job! Do better," Ward continued, making Kyla bite her lip.

"Yes, sir," Rafe responded, but it sounded sarcastic.

"It does not seem like you understand me."

"I'll take care of those generators, okay?" Rafe quickly said.

"I'll believe that when I see it."

Rafe gave his father a forced smile before he walked inside the house, noticing all three girls standing next to each other behind the door. "Told you," Sarah said smugly with her arms crossed. "Shouldn't have bought that motorcycle with the generator money."

Rafe glanced at all of them, trying to figure out what to say. But, all he did say was, "Hm." He then began to walk away.

"Hm," Sarah said back with prideful smile.

"Hey, to be fair, I thought it was a cool idea at first!" Tara called out after him, but he didn't bother to turn around.

Kyla sighed and quickly followed her boyfriend out of the house. "Rafe!" she called out, but he didn't listen as he made his way over to his motorcycle. "Rafe!" she called out again, reaching him.

"What?" he asked in frustration, running a hand through his hair as he sniffled.

"Wh — do you have a cold?" Kyla asked.

He furrowed his brows. "What? No, no, just — just allergies," he told her with a slight stammer in his words. "Now, what do you want? I gotta get somewhere."

"I just wanted to see if you were okay. I heard the conversation with your father and—"

"Ky, I'm fine, seriously," he cut her off, rubbing his nose with his hand.

"Really? Because you don't seem all right," she told him, starting to get annoyed with him since she was only trying to help. He always got like this, though, after he fought with his father.

"Trust me, I'm — I'm fine," he said before he got onto his motorcycle and turned it on. "I'll see you later at the party, all right? Don't miss it."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Kyla said and Rafe nodded before he drove off with his motorcycle.