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❝ why are you so violent? ❞
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𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝

"Shut up" John B scoffs.

"What, seriously?" I ask, walking over to the Heyward boy.

"No way" Kiara adds.

"No, no, guys. I'm serious. There's like a boat down there" Pope stutters "For real"

As he points into the water I start to make out the shape of a boat beneath the surface and my eyes widen.

"Oh, my God" I gasp.

"It's a boat!" Pope exclaims.

"Holy shit, he's right. Let's go" Kiara snaps.

"Whoo!" I holler, diving into the water as the others strip down into their swimsuits.

I resurface and JJ grins at me, with a look on his face that is totally foreign to me.

"You think there's a dead body down there?" I hear Pope ask and I roll my eyes with a smile.

"Guys, wait!" The boy groans as Kiara and John B jump into the water.

"Get your ass in here, Po!" JJ yells.

"Come on, Popesicle!" I add as he takes a leap off the boat.

We all duck under the water, swimming down towards the expensive looking boat. The closer we get I start to identify that the boat is in fact very expensive and I almost feel sorry for the idiot who sunk it. As the others are still checking out the boat, I feel my lungs starting to burn and my chest feels heavy.

I've never been the best swimmer, in fact, I'm the weakest swimmer in the group and I can't hold my breath very long at all, but I always try to hold out for as long as I can, not wanting to ruin the fun for the others.

My eyes catch JJ's and he immediately takes note of my struggle, grabbing my arm and pulling me up. We resurface and I gasp loudly for air, pushing my hair out my face.

"Must you try and kill yourself?" The blonde snaps at me in frustration.

"I'm fine, Maybank" I huff, pushing him away from me.

"No, you're not. I know you're not okay, Sylvie" He argues back, his eyes glancing down to the bruise on my arm.

Before I can reply, the rest of the Pogues resurface with excited grins on their faces.

"You guys saw that?" JJ asks them, turning away from me.

"Yeah" Pope and John B laugh.

"Yeah, I did" Kiara grins widely.

"What the fuck, right?" I giggle and they all nod.

"That's a Grady White" JJ declares "A new one of those is like 500 Gs, easy"

We swim back to the boat and I grab onto it, heaving myself aboard.

"That's a primo rig" The blonde adds, hauling himself onto the boat behind me.

My side aches and I grab onto it as I sit down, looking down to see the light bruise forming on my rib cage.

"That's the boat I saw when we surfed the surge" John B speaks, looking at me "Maybe it hit the jetty or something"

"Definitely a possibility" I agree.

"You two surfed the surge?" Kiara asks in disbelief, looking between John B and I.

"It was epic" I grin happily.

"That's my girl. Pogue style" JJ encourages, throwing his arm around me.

"What the heck?" Kiara complains but I pay no mind, JJ's words still swirling around my brain as butterflies swarm my stomach.

that's my girl

"Wait, wait. Do we know whose boat that is?" Pope asks, snapping me out my thoughts.

"No, but we're about to find out" John B chirps, pulling out the anchor.

"Dude, it's too deep" JJ protests.

"Oh, for the weak and feeble, JJ" John B retorts.

"Well, I'm not resuscitating you. I'm just making that clear up front" JJ states and I laugh, making him smile down at me.

"That's fine" John B assures the blonde.

"John B" Kiara huffs.

"What?" The brunette laughs, anchor in hand.

"Diver down, fool" Pope salutes the Routledge boy.

"Hey, Johnny, do you trust me?" I ask curiously, standing up.

"No" He answers immediately and I grin widely.

"Smart man" I nod before shoving him into the water.

"Sylvie!" Kiara shrieks as JJ and Pope laugh.

"Look, am I a good person? No. But do I try to make myself a better person everyday? Also no" I tell the girl, with a shrug.

"What was the conclusion to that statement?" Pope asks curiously.

"I'm a bad person, so get used to it" I answer with a cheeky grin and Kiara rolls her eyes at me.

"Hey, how did that golfing class that your dad made you take go?" JJ wonders, swinging his arm back around my shoulders.

"Oh, not well" I hum "Not well at all"

"Really?" Kiara asks curiously.

"Yeah, I'm not allowed to go back" I answer simply.

"What happened?" Pope asks in concern.

"Apparently 'spite' is not an appropriate answer to the question 'what motivates you?'" I explain and they crack smiles of amusement.

"Is that so?" JJ chuckles.

"Uhuh, that was my strike one" I nod, making them laugh.

"Strike one? What were the other two?" Kiara laughs.

"Well, a girl mentioned the phrase 'an apple a day keeps the doctor away' and I didn't like her perky attitude or the dirty looks she had been giving me, so I replied 'an apple a day keeps anyone away if you throw it hard enough, watch' and then proceeded to throw a golf ball at her head" I tell them and JJ let's out a howl of laughter as Kiara doubles over, wheezing and Pope wipes a tear from the corner of his eye with a loud laugh "Strike three wasn't intentional, but it was kinda funny. The club slipped out of my hand and hit the instructor in balls so out of awkwardness, I made a joke about how it's okay because he still has a bucket full of extras and pointed at the golf balls"

"Why are you so violent?" Pope asks through laughs.

"I don't mean to be. It just happens sometimes" I shrug with a grin and JJ squeezes my shoulder, his laughs turning to soft chuckles as he calms down.

"Hasn't Johnny been down there for a while?" I ask curiously and their eyes widen.

We all dart to the side of the boat, seeing no sign of the Routledge boy.

"Should we go get him?" Pope asks us just as the brunette resurfaces.

John B coughs loudly pushing his hair back off his face and wiping his eyes.

"Oh, my God. That took forever!" Kiara complains.

"And you missed Vie tellin' us about her golf class" JJ jokes and I elbow him.

"Ah, jeez" John B groans.

"Any dead bodies?" Pope asks and I raise my brows at the boy's strange obsession with dead people.

"Looting potential?" JJ asks.

"No. No" John B answers the both of them before lifting his hand out the water to reveal a key "I found this motel key"

"A key" Pope repeats.

"Yes, a key, Pope" John B huffs, swimming back over to the boat.

"Great! We salvaged a motel key" JJ says sarcastically and I shrug.

"Could've been worse" I tell the blonde boy and he rolls his eyes.

"Guys, we should report the wreck to the coast guard" Kiara suggests.

"Maybe we'll get a finder's fee" I chirp, sitting down at the front of the boat as Pope starts up the engine.

"Yeah, and not work all summer" JJ grins "Thanks, Agatha, ya batch!"

As the boat moves I catch what looks like something floating in the water and I narrow my eyes, trying to get a better look but soon it's out of sight.

"You okay, Vie?" John B asks me.

"Yeah, I'm good" I assure him, snapping out my daze.

We eventually reach the coast guard and John B goes in with JJ while I wait outside with Kiara and Pope. I watch from a distance as John B and JJ try to get the man at the desk's attention but the other people crowded around yelling at him frustrate the man.

My eyes land on JJ as he fiddles with a pen, his biceps flexing as he leans down on the desk and I can't help but admire the boy, but my thoughts are swiftly broken with a jab to the ribs. I turn to Kiara with a glare and she shakes her head at me.

"You were pining" She accuses me and my eyes dart to Pope, only to see him daydreaming as he watches the floor.

"I was not" I scoff, elbowing her back.

"Were too" She smirks.

"I wasn't!" I retort.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, lovie" She says unconvinced and I roll my eyes at her, turning to see the boys heading our way.

"Well, that went well" Pope says sarcastically.

"So, what's the plan?" JJ asks.

"I think I know how we're gonna find the guy who owns the boat" John B speaks up, holding the motel key up to us.

"No, no. We don't know whose room that is. It could be anyone" Pope objects as JJ takes the keys from John B, throwing them to Kiara who catches them.

"I'm in" He nods.

"Same here" I agree as Kiara wraps an arm around my neck.

"Come on. I'll be lookout" The Carrera girl coaxes the Heyward boy with a mischievous grin before tugging me towards the boat, JJ following close behind.

"Finder's fee. Just sayin'" John B hums "And, hey, at least you'll only be an accomplice"

"Man" Pope groans, following us.

"Come on, bubba" John B coos.