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   Grieving was easy...

"Oh my god. Is that Sonny Penbrook?"

...being a Kook was the hard part.

Kildare Academy was the one private school in the Outer Banks. That was where you went when you were a Kook. It was the only choice, really. If your family had the money to send you, and if you wanted to get into a good college, then you sold your soul to go there.

Or, if you were like Sonny, you were forced into a uniform and dropped off against your will.

It had always been that way. From her first day, she knew she didn't fit in at the Kook Academy. She wasn't like them; the other Kooks who had always lived the lifestyle. It's who they were— lovers of money, of status. Kids that were born with silver spoons in their mouths. It was their birthright to one day rule over Kook—landia. But it wasn't Sonny's. No, and it never had been.

Because she wasn't a Kook by bloodline.

She was just a foster kid. Wolf in Kook's clothing. And she had always made that clear, too.

It's never bothered her before. Not fitting in with Kooks. That was never her intention. They were insufferable on a normal day. But, as she walked the halls, the whispers that followed suddenly bothered her. She had never once felt so ostracised in her whole life.

"I seriously can't believe she showed her face..."

"What happened?"

"Didn't you hear? Her family supports a murderer. They keep saying that dirty Pogue is innocent."

   Sonny clenched her fists.

   She tried to take in a breath, to ignore the stares and the cruel words, but it was hard. Her fuse was way shorter than before, and her uniform felt tighter around her neck, and it was all just so infuriating that she thought she might genuinely lose her shit completely.

   But somehow, instead of exploding there and then, Sonny managed to keep on walking.

   She made it to her locker and threw it open, not caring when it bounced against the one beside it. Everybody that stood in the hall jumped and watched with wary eyes. She found it oddly satisfying, in a way she couldn't explain. Let assholes be assholes, she thought bitterly. Let them judge. What difference did it make, anyways? Sonny knew the truth. It would be her getting the last laugh when it finally came out. And it would. For John B.

   We're all coming for you. Watch your back.

   His promise was enough to keep her sane as she routed through her locker. She had left everything there after last year, and she hardly even remembered what was inside. It mainly consisted of books and stationary, a couple papers she'd never bothered to look at again, but it otherwise left  nothing to the imagination.

    "Hey!"

   Sonny jolted slightly, spinning on her heel.

   The person behind her stood close, too close for comfort maybe, and she almost bumped into the side of her locker door. She blinked. Once, twice. Then squinted her eyes at them, stare venomous.

Benji freaking Bayview.

Who'd have fucking thought?

Not Sonny, who stood there scowling at him with a funny mixture of frustration and disbelief. Why was this kid always everywhere? Popping up at the worst and best times physically possible? How did he always do that?

    "What the hell are you doing here?"

    "You wouldn't answer my calls," Benji told her, smiling a little awkwardly, face still bright.

   Sonny frowned.

    "So, you came to my school?" She asked him.

    "Oh!" His eyes widened. It reminded her of the day she first met him back at Midsummers. The thought made her uncomfortable, suddenly. "I go here, now."

   Right. He wasn't a Touron, anymore.

   With everything going on, she'd forgotten that his family were meant to move into the Crain house. She wondered if that actually ended up happening, or if he managed to get both his parents to change their minds and move elsewhere. Sonny hadn't asked. He was right, after all— she'd ignored Benji's calls and boy, had he called.

   Almost everyday for three whole weeks, to a point where Sonny almost blocked his number. She didn't bother. Benji would only find another way to try and contact her, like the landline or a carrier pigeon or something. That was one of many things they had liked about Benji — he never gave up, even when the world seemed against him. Honestly, Sonny never understood how a person turned out that way. Benji Bayview was something else.

    "Great," she sighed, looking down at his uniform. Benji actually looked cute in it, somehow. It only made her more annoyed. "But I still don't see how that makes you think I wanna talk to you...?"

   Benji's face fell.

   Damn. It was like kicking a puppy.

    "I was worried about you," his voice was so genuine, so innocent. "We're all worried..."

   Sonny gulped. We're all worried.

   She doubted that. After all, she hadn't spoke to anybody since that night— when John B and Sarah vanished, when she'd told JJ she wanted him to leave.

   Sonny had ignored Kie's texts, and avoided Pope when Natasha and Ed went into Heyward's. Benji's calls had all been directed to her voicemail, and JJ... well, she hadn't heard from him. Nothing about him either, until yesterday. She'd erased him from her mind.

   Since losing John B and Sarah, Sonny had acted like the Pogues didn't exist, like she'd never been one of them, like that summer had never happened. She hadn't even gone to their memorial for John B and Sarah at the chateau; she'd chosen to delete Kie's text altogether.

   She had pushed them away.

   We're all worried.

    "I never asked you to be," was all she said.

    "Friends don't have to ask," he told her. Sonny tried her hardest to keep her face neutral. He sighed, "They all miss you, you know. It's been hard."

   Lips pursed, Sonny turned back to her locker. It wasn't much, but it was better than having to stare at his face. If Sonny looked at him any longer, she feared she'd begin to crack. She couldn't crack.

    "It'd be harder for them if I was there," her voice was strained, but she managed it.

   Benji frowned, "You really believe that?"

   Sonny didn't reply.

   She didn't have to either. Her silence was enough for the him to realise that yes, she did believe that. She believed that she was nothing more than a self-destructive piece of crap, that she was better off on her own, where she couldn't find ways to ruin any more good things.

"Sonny—"

"Can you go away?" She swung back to face him. The mean look had settled back into her features. Benji nearly listened to her, too.

But then he shook his head.

"No."

Sonny put a hand on her hip, "Why?"

"Because you're my guide," he smiled, showing her the name written on his schedule. Sure enough, there she was: Sondra Penbrook. Her eyes twitched. Would she ever catch a goddamn break? Probably not.

"Perfect," she muttered, slamming her locker shut. It was going to be a long day. "Just perfect."

————

After — reluctantly — showing Benji to his first period of the day, and by showing she meant ditching him at the door before he could try to thank her for it, she slowly headed to her own first period.

She was totally dreading it.

And she was right to. Because, as soon as she walked in, everybody's eyes landed on her.

But Sonny didn't let anyone know if it bothered her. She simply kept her sharp gaze ahead of her and took one step beyond the doorway, then another and another, until she'd made it to her seat in the back row.

From his seat near the front, she could feel Topper's stare. She felt it bore into the side of her face, begging for her to look back at him, but she resisted. Sonny stared at her desk and ignored the returning whispers about her, John B, and Peterkin, silently simmering as she waited for their teacher. Maybe for the first time in her life, Sonny couldn't wait for classes at the academy to begin.

"If you could heal yourself with a gift of gold," their new teacher for the year finally walked in, "Would you journey to the depths of the ocean to find it?"

Nobody said anything.

The man smiled at them all knowingly.

"The Cross of Santo Domingo."

Sonny arched a brow. She watched him write the words across the board, underlining them.

The Cross of who now?

"A gift," the man started to explain. "Commissioned by Spanish conquistadores for Spain, brought on their vessel back to Europe."

   She'd never heard of it before, not even in passing. She wasn't the world's biggest history buff, but she knew a fair amount. One thing that she couldn't really fault about the Kildare Academy was its education. If only humility was included on the syllabus.

    "The cross is said to be priceless, decorated in gold and jewels," their teacher went on. A few Kooks scribbled the words down in their notebooks but Sonny just listened, a crease between her brows. "Some even say it had special healing abilities," he told them.

   Topper laughed.

    "Healing abilities?" He shook his head, "No way."

   There were a few murmurs, people voicing their opinion, and Sonny couldn't help but agree with him. Healing abilities sounded like a bunch of bullshit — a story somebody made when they were totally high.

   Then again, she'd spent weeks searching for hidden gold that was said to have gone down with the Royal Merchant. She'd found it too. But that sounded about as true as some golden cross with magical powers, so...

   Sonny quickly zoned out after that.

Because a magical cross with healing powers? Who would travel to the bottom of the ocean to find that? Would Sonny?

   John B would.

   She shook her head.

   Frankly, Sonny had no interest in fables or magical healing powers — no matter how much pain she was in, the damage John B and Sarah had left behind. Sonny had bigger things to worry about. Especially when her phone buzzed against her desk and the lock screen lit up.

    "This is a no-phone zone, everybody."

   Sonny rolled her eyes.

   She swiped her phone and held it beneath her desk, her brows pinched together when it buzzed again. Clicking the lock button, Sonny frowned at the new message notifications. One was an attachment sent by an unknown number. The other one was somebody else.

(1) NEW MESSAGE!
FROM HEYWARD

Her instinct was to delete it, like all the rest.

But, after a quick glance at her teacher, she swiped open Pope's message and read over it.

NEW CHAT WITH
HEYWARD

HEYWARD
SOS!!
—read!

   Sonny stared at it blankly.

   SOS?

Her phone buzzed again, another text from Pope.

OPEN CHAT

HEYWARD
You need to open that
group chat!! Like, rn!
—read!

END OF CHAT

   Lips pursed, she swiped her screen over to the side, eyeing that unknown number with scrutiny. There was still only one message. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to open it. She didn't know what was waiting for her. Curiosity killed the cat and all that shit, right?

   A moment passed.

   But didn't satisfaction bring it back?

Who cared, anyways? It wasn't like she gave a fuck about idioms. About as much as fables and mysteries. Still, Sonny found herself clicking the chat.

   But Sonny wasn't prepared for what image would pop up when she did— a selfie of two familiar people in the clothes they were last seen in, grins on their faces.

    "Holy shit," she cursed.

   The class went silent, turning to stare at her.

    "Miss Penbrook?" Their teacher asked. She dropped her phone in her lap. "Is there a problem?"

    "Yes," the world spilled past her lips before she had the chance to stop them. "Yes— you know, I just remembered," she sprung up, grabbing her bag. "I don't wanna be here."

   He looked amused.

    "That's not a reason to leave class."

    "Fine. It's my... chest. I'm having a heart attack," Sonny shrugged, heading for the door. "So I'll just..."

    "Hey, wait—"

   But he was too late. Sonny was throwing herself through that door and scrambling down the hallway, back to where she'd left Benji behind.

   Heart attack? She criticised herself on the way, that's all she could come up with? Sure, she knew she'd lost her touch lately, her lies definitely weren't what they used to be, and that guy hadn't given her the time to come up with something better, but a heart attack? Sonny was almost embarrassed. That wasn't even remotely believable.

It was too late, though. She was already there.

  Sonny slammed her hand on the door three times before throwing it open, "I need Benji Bayview."

   The teacher blinked, "Excuse me?"

    "It's important. The principal wants him."

    "Can I ask what for?"

    "Family emergency," Sonny rushed out. It wasn't a lie, if you thought about it. This was a family emergency. Just not concerning the family that birthed him.

   The teacher didn't get the chance to say anything else as Sonny ran into the class and grabbed Benji's shirt. She was quick to haul him out of his seat and out of the room, only giving him seconds to grab his things.

    "Now, just hold on—"

    "Sorry!" He chimed, shrugging apologetically. "Family kinda comes first, you know?"

    "Let's go!"

   Benji listened, throwing his teacher a salute and dashing after Sonny, who was already half-way down the hall. The strap of his bag slipped off his shoulder, but he didn't let it slow him down. He just sped up.

    "Where are we going?!" He yelled after her.

    "Check your texts!"

    Benji struggled to tug his phone from his pocket. When it was in hand, he clicked his new texts.

    "Holy fuck!"

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"Let's think about this rationally..."

Benji nodded, watching her pace in a line from where he was sitting on the steps. No teachers had followed them out and all the students were still in classes, so it was the two of them on their own in the courtyard— which was actually a good thing, because if anybody saw that photo, they would find themselves in another mess.

"Maybe it's fake," Sonny suggested, brows knitted.

Fake. Yeah.

That sounded about right. People could make anything these days, couldn't they? That had to be it. Some kind of hoax or something. Someone trying to get their hopes up, trying to hurt them.

"Like photoshop?" Benji asked.

She made a face, "Really good photoshop..."

"Okay," the boy thought about it, tapping the edge of his phone. "What if it's real, but it was taken before the storm?You know— earlier that day?"

"What, they stopped running from the cops just to get a selfie? And this random dude got a hold of it?" Sonny blinked slowly. Benji's cheeks turned pink. A sigh escaped her, "No, Bayview. It's just not adding up."

"Well..." he dragged it out, "Maybe—"

"Don't," she snapped before he could finish. There was a new anger brewing. "Don't say it."

"But—"

"There's no way," Sonny shook her head quickly. Just the thought of it... no. It wasn't real. Maybe she wasn't much of an optimist, and she wasn't one for hope, but she knew how the world worked— and it wasn't that kind. Certainly not to her. "Shoupe said they were gone, alright? This... this is just some loser fucking with us."

He didn't look quite as convinced.

"Who would do that?"

Sonny wanted to shout at him for being naive, but found some semblance of self-restraint and stopped herself in the nick of time. It wasn't Benji's fault that he was so hopeful. It wouldn't change anything, anyway. Yelling.

John B and Sarah were dead. Sonny knew that.

So, why did she want to be wrong?

"People are cruel," her voice was blunt as she tried to put those feelings in a box. "That picture can't be real. It can't."

Benji's eyes softened, but before he could try to reassure Sonny, or present any words of wisdom that weren't actually very wise at all, their phones buzzed.

Their heads snapped towards their devices instantly, but neither of them moved. After a moment, Benji glanced in Sonny's direction, figuring she would do the honours. The theory was proven wrong, however, as he took note of her wide eyes and blank face. She couldn't do it. Despite how hard Sonny tried, regardless of how brave she could usually be, even though she'd always claimed she wasn't scared of shit, she just couldn't.

Benji steeled himself. This was up to him.

"Okay," he exhaled.

With newfound courage, Benji clicked on the message. A tense moment passed them by.

"It's Kie."

Sonny relaxed, slightly.

"She asked if it's really them," he told her. There was a silence, "Holy shit— they're typing."

Sonny's gut churned. She suddenly felt sick. Like she was about to pass out, or genuinely have a heart attack— a real one, not the one she'd made up to get out of class. It felt as though her heart would leap out her chest.

It can't be them, she told herself, it can't be John B.

But then their phones buzzed again.

Sonny couldn't help herself, this time. She unlocked her phone with shaky fingers.

NEW CHAT WITH
KIE; HEYWARD; BENJI;
JJ; UNKNOWN

KIE
WTF is this you???
—read!

BENJI
???
—read!

Sonny almost rolled her eyes. Nobody pretending to be them would openly admit to it. Then again, it wasn't as if Sonny had any better ideas.

UNKNOWN
Is JJ there?
—read!

JJ IS TYPING...

Sonny sucked in a breath.

Something inside her fluttered when his name appeared. She pushed the feeling back down.

OPEN CHAT

JJ
I'm here Bree
—read!

UNKNOWN
Did you pimp my
short board?
—read!

Benji's jaw dropped.

"No way," he muttered, laughing.

But Sonny wasn't smiling. No, she was still glaring at her phone and chewing on her lower lip. She still wasn't totally convinced. How could they be sure?

John B is dead, her head still screamed, he's gone.

Sonny had been forced to live with that for three weeks. Three long weeks. Weeks of grief, weeks of guilt, weeks of anger and self-loathing. It had almost eaten her alive, and what? This guy wanted her to believe it was wrong? That Sarah and John B were fine?

After all of that?

She wanted to cry. Why did she always want to cry, lately? It wasn't who she was, never had been.

But then her phone buzzed, once more.

The world stood still.

OPEN CHAT

UNKNOWN
Bird? You there?
—read!

There it finally was. Bird.

Everything suddenly made sense again.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and began to type, hands trembling and eyes stinging.

SONNY
yeah.
i'm here.
—read!

UNKNOWN
Abandon the closet idea,
I wanna come home
—read!

   The closet? That was one of the last things she—

   Slowly, Sonny tilted her head to meet Benji's gaze. There was an anxious pause as the realisation set in. A sweet smile crossed Benji's understanding face.

    "It's him," he said, not at all embarrassed by the way his eyes welled with tears.

    "Yeah," she sniffled, "Okay. It's him."

   Unable to help himself, Benji flew to his feet and let out a cheer, pumping his fist in the air.

    "Fuck yeah!"

   Sonny let out a wet laugh.

   She tried to blink away the relieved tears building in her eyes, lashes wet as they touched her cheeks. Turning back to her phone, she started typing.

OPEN CHAT

SONNY
suddenly I wish you
were still dead
—read!

UNKNOWN
Ouch. Hurtful
—read!

BENJI
where are you guys?
—read!

UNKNOWN
Laying super low in
Nassau
—read!

    "Nassau?" Sonny couldn't believe it.

    "How'd they get to the Bahamas?" Benji asked.

   Honestly, Sonny had no idea — but she was glad. If they were in Nassau, then she'd been pretty damn lucky when she had given them the condo keys.

OPEN CHAT

UNKNOWN
Can you clear my name?
Wanna come back
—read!

JJ
Hell yeah we'll clear
your name, bro
—read!

POPE
Aye, captain
—read!

KIE
Benji. You game?
—read!

BENJI
you can't see me, but
i'm saluting rn
—read!

   He wasn't even joking. When Sonny looked, Benji was, in fact, saluting. She scoffed.

   Her phone buzzed.

OPEN CHAT

JJ
That just leaves the
princess. Don't it?
—read!

   She chewed on the inside of her cheek.

   Princess.

   Maybe she'd missed that.

SONNY
EFF IT
let's fucking do it
—read!

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