Stella Vandenburg realizes that loving a criminal makes you just as guilty as they are
_lowercase intended in first TWO chapters only. otherwise, proper grammar is intended.
_fem!oc x rafe.
_enemies to lovers.
_a little oc x jj.
_season 1-3 complete...
"Okay, let's move. Come on," whispers John B. And so we do, but Pope goes somewhere else, 'cause apparently he has a "plan."
Well, he wasn't lying, because a few moments later, a huge explosion comes from where Pope ran off to, and the five of us end up boarding some container going on the ship.
"This is insane," I whisper-yell as we get lift up into thin air.
Little did I know, it was about to get a whole lot crazier.
After getting dropped off, Pope and John B go off to do their thing as Team B - Kie, JJ, and I - sit in the container, bored out of our minds.
I sit alone by the opening Kie found earlier, waiting for the others to return while zoning out whatever Kie and JJ are talking about.
I keep thinking - what would've happened if I stayed in the truck? What did Rafe want to talk about? Would he have asked me to help him with this, to join him? What would I have said? I would've said no, right?
Right?
No. I would've said no.
Because as much as I want to help Rafe, I'm a Pogue. I love my friends, and they've stuck by my side since we were kids, through thick and thin. And I would do the same for them - no matter what.
So then why do I kind of wish that I never got out of the truck?
My thoughts are interrupted by a light tapping on the container's opening.
"Hey, hey. Stel," I hear Pope whisper from the outside. "Open it."
"Guys," I call to JJ and Kie, letting Pope come inside. They come over as John B crawls through as well.
"Thank God," sighs Kie. She turns to me. "Okay, let's put the grate back on."
"No, wait. Hold it," Pope tells me.
"What? No. Put it back."
"Jesus Christ! I kill you, John B!" An unfamiliar voice whisper-yells. The next thing I know, some girl I've never met before crawls inside.
