"THERE GOES THE GOLD," JJ MUTTERED AS THEY WATCHED THE PLANE. Bree almost didn't believe her eyes. It took her a moment to process what was happening, and then she realized that it was gone. The gold was gone. They had lost to Ward fucking Cameron.
"Shit!" Pope exclaimed as the Maybank boy kicked a trash can. He chucked something into the wall as hard as he possibly could, and it made a very loud crash. "Fuck!"
Kie turned to him with concern in her eyes. "Pope!"
"God damn it! Shit! Fuck! Shit! Damn it!" the Heyward boy kept yelling, grabbing a bat from behind a piece of scrap metal and hitting everything that he could find with it violently.
"Pope!" the Bree girl shouted, trying to get him to stop, but he did not seem to hear her because he just picked up a trash can and threw it as he grunted. She repeated, "Pope!"
He finally calmed down a bit, his breathing heavy as he slumped down on the bench he was sitting on before. They approached, and JJ said, "Yeah, dude. I was wondering when this was gonna happen." He then reached out a vape to the boy. "Here you go, chief. A little weed never hurt no one."
"Actually, it's hurt a lot of people," the Callaway girl snapped back at him, and he gave her a strange look, not used to seeing her that hostile. She just sighed and sent him an apologetic look. She was just really upset that they had lost the gold.
"JJ," the raven-haired girl warned the blonde boy as Pope eyed the object in his hand with an expression that looked like he was really tempted to take it. "You know he doesn't smoke."
He took it anyway though, and rolled the vape around in his fingers as if contemplating whether or not he should do it. The Maybank boy shrugged, "Well, maybe not until today."
"Pope. Yeah, what is that gonna help?" she asked him as JJ slid down next to him.
"I lost my scholarship," he informed them, causing all of them to freeze and stare at him with confused expressions on their faces. They had just assumed that the interview went bad. "Walked out in the middle of the interview. Every — It's gone. It's not gonna happen."
Bree sat down on the other side of him. "You did that for us?"
"No, not for us. For nothing," he answered her, standing up, and they realized that he had just lost everything that he had worked so hard for all of those years. He risked everything, and Ward fucking Cameron won, the man that had everything.
"I'm here for you, Pope," the blonde boy assured him as he got up too and wrapped an arm around his friend in support, even though he had no idea how the boy felt. "Welcome to my world, okay?"
Kie spoke up. "JJ—"
"What, Kie? He's right. It doesn't matter anymore," JJ told them as Bree walked over to them, and for once, he was right. Pope lost his future, Bree was losing her childhood home, and they all lost the gold.
The Heyward boy brought the vape to his lips, and the Carrera girl was quick to try and stop him. He had kept the signal clear for so long, and he was finally giving in. "You don't have to do that."
"What do you care?" he questioned her after inhaling and exhaling smoke. When he froze, his eyes focusing on something behind them, they turned around, and their eyes widened when they saw who it was.
John B.
"Dude!" the blonde boy exclaimed as they all sprinted over to where he was standing. He grabbed his best friend's shirt that had a huge spot of blood on it. "Dude, you good? Is this yours?"
"Whose blood is that?" Kie quizzed with a concerned voice. The Routledge boy did not answer though, and they heard sirens approaching as he refused to meet their eyes.
The Callaway girl stepped forward. "John B, are you okay?" He didn't get the chance to respond because a police car was pulling past them on the other side of the road. They jumped into action, hiding behind a large sheet of metal.
"Shit."
《✵》
"JOHN B, WHAT ARE WE DOING AT THE POLICE STATION?" JJ ASKED. They were all in the car, and the Carrera girl had driven them to the sheriff's station. Bree was crammed in the back seat with JJ while John B and Pope were in the seat in front of them.
As she parked the car and pulled the keys out of the ignition, the Routledge boy sighed, glancing between each of them before informing them, "Somebody's gotta tell them what happened."
"Yeah. I seriously doubt Rafe or Ward will tell anyone," Bree added. The brunette boy had explained to them everything that happened on the airstrip on the way over there. Ward was trying to take the gold, Peterkin arrived and pointed a gun at the Cameron man, and then Rafe saved his son of a bitch father by shooting the sheriff.
"Ooh...Easy there, chief. Damn," the Maybank boy said when Pope began to cough violently because of the weed. The Callaway girl reached over the seat to pat him on the back in an attempt to make the situation better. Then, the blonde boy placed a hand on his best friend's shoulder. "All right. I'm just gonna be real with you right now. You might end up in the lion's den, but you don't go there on purpose. It's fundamental. Just like my old man always told me, you should never ever trust cops, no matter what the circumstance is."
Kie furrowed her eyebrows at him in confusion before pointing out, "Your old man's an abusive liar."
"I agree with JJ. Fuck the police," Pope told them, causing Bree to groan. He used to be one of the more sensible people of the group until he lost the gold and everything he worked for.
The Carrera girl sighed as she glared at him. "You goin' to the dark side now?"
"Anti-Pope," the brunette girl spoke up, and JJ smiled at the nickname. It worked since this Pope was the exact opposite of the normal Pope — fucking the police, smoking, and worst of all, agreeing with JJ.
The Heyward boy spoke over her, bringing up a pretty good point when he questioned, "When's the last time the police helped us?"
"Peterkin looked out for me, okay? Tried to, at least," John B informed them, and they all went silent, pausing their arguing to listen to him as he insisted, "They need to know."
Then, he opened the door and went inside. About thirty seconds after the door to the police station swung closed behind him, JJ broke the silence. "How much you wanna bet that that is going horribly?" As soon as he said that, the Routledge boy came sprinting out of the building.
"Kie, start the car!" he yelled, and all of their eyes widened in shock as he ran toward the vehicle. What the hell happened in that minute that he was in there? "Start the car, Kie!"
"What? John B? John B, what did you do?" the Carrera girl exclaimed as Pope opened the door for him so that he could climb in quickly. She put the keys in the ignition but still didn't move.
He shouted, "The cops! Kie, drive, go!"
"Shit," Bree muttered, and the raven-haired girl finally started the car just as one of the deputies ran toward them and tried to open the door to stop them from going anywhere.
"I'm going!" Kie yelled back to them, and the officer tried to hang onto the vehicle through the window. What was even crazier was the fact that she was still on while the car was moving. "I'm sorry!"
As the Pogues urged her to go even faster, the one of the many different deputies that were running after them ordered, "Stop the car! Right now!"
"What did you do?" the Carrera girl quizzed the Routledge boy.
Pope just gestured to the door and said, "Open it." The brunette did as he was told, and the officer that was dangling from the car was forced to let go and went tumbling to the ground as they drove.
Bree let out a sigh of relief and tilted her head back against the seat as she thought about how she had been chased by the police more times in the last couple of weeks than she had her entire life.
And the thrill was addicting.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
If y'all are wondering why all of these chapters are so short, I have no idea. I'm trying my best here. Most of the episodes have a lot of John B and just a little of all the other characters.
Also, I just watched the third season (Remember, I'm writing this way before y'all are reading this. This was written on 12/25/2023), and I already have some ideas even though I'm not even done with the first one. I'm ngl, the new season is not my fav. Something's off about it if you know what I mean. I don't wanna spoil too much for ppl who haven't seen it. Please don't come after me.