𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 ⇝ 𝙆𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙧𝙖

𝙏𝙀𝙉 {𝙄 𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝙋𝙐𝙉𝘾𝙃 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙈 }

"Stay off Figure Eight, Pogue" Rafe spits at Pope in disgust.

"Top, let's go" Rafe adds, getting up.

The eldest Cameron sibling lifts his head and his cold blue eyes meet my warm hazel pair, causing him to pause in surprise.

"Allison, I thought you left" He blurts out.

"I only went to the bathroom" I mumble, my gaze dropping to the injured boy in the sand "What have you done, Rafe?"

"Look, he deserved it" Rafe excuses his behaviour as he approaches me "They held a gun to Topper's head!"

"You weren't even there" I retort without thinking and his eyes darken, the guilty expression fading away.

"Just because I wasn't there, that means I don't have the right to defend my friends?" Rafe questions maliciously, grabbing my arm rather rightly.

"Defend your friends? Pope didn't even do anything wrong!" I cry out, trying to pry my arm from his grip "You beat him up for something that JJ did!"

"They're all the same, Alli. Why can't you just see that?" Rafe stresses, trying to get me to look at him but I focus on my arm.

"Rafe, let me go" I plead.

"Those Pogues are messing with your head" He grits out angrily.

"Hey, ease up!" Topper demands "You're hurting her, man"

Rafe immediately lets go of me and I stumble back a little in surprise, pulling my arm to my chest with a wince at the pain.

"Let's just go" Rafe scoffs, turning and walking off.

He seems to notice that no one is following him because he slows his pace and turns to us with a stern demanding expression.

"I said 'Let's go'!" He snaps at us.

I turn to Topper and the boy glances at me in concern before I nod at him, telling him to go. The blonde gives my bicep a gentle squeeze before following after the older boy and Rafe looks at me expectantly.

"I'm going home, Rafe. My arm hurts" I partly lie and he rolls his eyes in irritation.

"Whatever" He huffs, storming off.

The minute that the boys are out of my site, I dart over to Pope and drop to my knees next to him.

"Pope, look at me" I speak sweetly, causing the boy to look up at me dizzily "Where does it hurt?"

"Everywhere" He groans with a grimace.

"Can you move?" I ask him worriedly.

"I think so" He croaks.

The Heyward boy groans loudly as he drags himself off the sand with my help before I pull his arm over my shoulders, trying my best to take most of his weight.

"Alli, you don't have to help me" Pope breathes out.

"It's the least I can do" I assure him.

I help him down to the docks and by the time our converse hit the wooden panels, Pope is walking with more eases and he isn't leaning on me as much.

A mop of blonde hair comes into view and JJ turns to us with a smile but it immediately drops when he sees that Pope is hurt.

"What the hell happened to you, man?!" He hollers, running up to us.

"Rafe and Topper jumped me. They said no Pogues on their side of the island" Pope explains.

JJ glances at me and I look down shamefully, knowing that there must have been something I could've done to prevent this.

Maybe if I hadn't gone to the bathroom, or if I hadn't annoyed Rafe with my rambling before hand. Maybe if I hadn't agreed to golf and suggested something else instead. Maybe if-

"JJ, stop it!" Pope demands, grabbing the angry blonde boy by the arm.

"They can't keep getting away with this shit, Pope!" JJ argues.

"There's nothing we can do" Pope reasons with him.

"Like hell there isn't. I can punch them in their stupid faces" JJ spits.

"You won't win that fight. Then we'll both be hurt" Pope counters.

"Pope's right. Violence isn't going to solve violence" I speak up.

"I hate this, bro" JJ sighs in defeat.

"I know you do" Pope replies sympathetically.