Whenever Anastasia closed her eyes, she saw his ocean eyes right in front of her, filled with tears. The way he looked at her after he shot Peterkin, was something Anastasia couldn't forget. She hadn't slept. Instead she drove the Corvette away from Hill Motors, in case the cops would look there. Now they were standing close to the ferry station, ready to get John B off the island. It was the only reasonable plan Anastasia could think of.

No one would suspect her anymore. Her hair was platinum. Not even the news were talking about her, it was all about John B - "the 16 year old boy, who shot a police officer". Bullshit.

Anastasia went for a walk, not leaving the Corvette and her friends out of sight. Then she found it.
WANTED. $25.000 Reward. John B Routledge.

"Fucking hell", Anastasia muttered underneath her breath and ripped the flyer off the wall, stomping back to the red car. She closed the door aggressively, waking up her friends. Pope groaned.

"We have a big problem", Anastasia said and handed the flyer to the backseat, where the three boys were sitting,"The ferry's closed and there is this".

"What is it?", Kiara asked nervously, until she saw and whispered,"Shit".

"Well John B, uh", JJ said,"This is a good framer of you".

"So the whole island is looking for John B right now", Anastasia added.

"And that is a lot of money", Pope nodded.

"Congratulations John B. You're famous".
"- Not a good time, J".
"- Sorry".

The five friends all looked at each other in worry. Kiara was probably most nervous of them all. "We need the HMS. Small, no running lights-".

"It's at the chateau, Kie", Anastasia shook her head,"They have that place locked down".

"Yeah, copy that".

No one knew what to do now. One thing was sure: John B had to get off the island. But how?
Anastasia sighed loudly and rested her forehead against the steering wheel. The only option left was to stay and fight for John B. To tell the truth.
To put the blame on Rafe Cameron.

"Sarah is gonna bail me out", John B said as he ran his hands through his hair,"I have two witnesses. That has to mean something".

"Are you gonna testify, Ana?", Kiara asked and softly touched her best friends shoulder. Anastasia was looking absolutely devastated. She hadn't slept, the cut on her cheek was still bloody and Kie could tell she was tired from all of this.

"Of course", JJ answered before Anastasia could even think of anything,"Everyone would testify against Rafe Cameron. He's the devil himself".

JJ was right, Anastasia would want to testify against him. But she wasn't sure she could. Because not only would she be the one to get Rafe Cameron behind bars; but she would loose him for good this time. Somewhere in her heart she didn't want to loose him, not like this.

"Ana?", John B asked, leaning forward to the driver seat, where Anastasia was still laying face down on the wheel. Her silence started to make him wonder. Of course Anastasia would tell the truth and not lie because of him, right?

"Mom, look!", a kid cried out, tugging at his mom,"It's that guy. Right there in the red car!".

Anastasia's head shot up again and her hand reached the keys. Another man yelled:"Hey! He's right here!".

"Shit", Kiara hissed,"John B get down!".

The engine roared when Anastasia started the car. The man was already running towards them.
"Fucking hell", she muttered and started driving backwards. Pope almost fell forward if JJ hadn't caught him when Anastasia jumped off the clutch.

"God", Kie sighed after telling Pope to buckle up,"How much weed did you give him, JJ?".

"-Not enough", Pope answered, once he managed to buckle his seatbelt,"I still feel stressed. Like hella stressed".

"Probably because we are running from the cops", Anastasia yelled, finally letting her emotions through,"Again!".

"Anastasia is right", John B answered, looking through the window as he saw plenty of trees passing by. For now they managed to escape again, but eventually the cops will know their new car and then spot them effortlessly. "We need a new plan: Incase Sarah isn't gonna bail me out, I need to leave the island".

He paused, took a deep breath and then looked at JJ:"Does your dad still have that boat? The cigarette boat, The Phantom?".
"-Maybe".

"That's a good idea", Pope agreed,"You could get right up the coast, no problem".

"It's not gonna be easy", JJ said,"I don't know where the keys are".

"-Then find them", Kie snapped back. She was holding on for dear life, while Anastasia was driving more recklessly with every hour that passed without her sleeping.

„Watch out!", JJ yelled from the backseat as cops appeared from front and behind them. Anastasia cussed underneath her breath once again. She hated being sleep deprived. But she hated driving like this even more so. It reminded her of the last night in California; running from the cops after Rafe stabbed someone.

A sharp right turn and they disappeared into a tunnel. Anastasia turned every light off. She couldn't see a damn thing, but neither could the cops see her. "Are you going crazy, Ana?!", Kiara squealed.

"I don't think you're okay to drive", Pope whispering, sinking deeper and deeper into the backseat.

"And neither are you", Anastasia just chuckled as she pushed the gas pedal flat out: the cops could only hear the engine roar up once and they immediately knew John B in the red Corvette was long gone before the tunnel even ended.

When the tunnel ended, Anastasia took another sharp turn and ended up on a dirt road. She stopped. "John B get out. You're better off without us. We're gonna draw the cops and you run".

"She's right", JJ nodded,"I'll get the rig and meet you in the dump tomorrow, okay?".

"Three o'clock, okay?". John B took one last look at all of his friends.

"Yeah". They all smiled back, knowing they'd get him to safety.
Tires squealed and the red Corvette was gone.

-

The pogues been driving around the entire afternoon. Sun had already set and Kiara took a turn, driving towards figure eight.
"Where are we goin'?", Pope whispered, considering Anastasia was sound asleep.
"-The last place they're gonna look".

They had switched up cars an hour after John B left and Kiara decided she should drive now - they took her parents car anyways. Leaving Anastasia in the backseat, next to JJ.
She had been tossing and turning for what it felt like ages, until JJ had enough. He pulled Anastasia into her arms, holding her in a comfortable position and she finally managed to fall asleep.

Kiara had been watching them through the rearview mirror every now and then. She saw the smile around JJs eyes when he admired her. He often ran his fingers through her hair, until her platinum blonde hair was so messed up, he had to hold back his laughter trying to ease her hairstyle. 

"Alright", Kiara stopped the car and explained her plan. Distract the Cameron's and get Sarah out of there in the meantime. JJ nodded, agreeing with his friend, though he added:"I'm gonna let Anastasia continue to sleep".

"Yeah", Kiara smiled softly, looking at her best friend, who just turned her back at JJ - freeing the blonde from her grasp. The three friends got out of the car and walked towards Tannyhill.

JJ was the fastest, running up to the porch to get everything ready. He needed to get this over with and manage to find the keys of his father's boat. So John B could be safe.

Pope and Kiara were walking a bit behind him. After all the weed he smoked, Pope was feeling a little risky tonight. He knew that Kie didn't have any feelings for him, she told him very clearly. But something about this didn't feel final. He didn't want it to be final.
The night he spent with her was something he never had with anyone else. He's never liked a girl this much - tonight Pope would actually dare to say he loves her.

"Kie", Pope spoke up, stopping Kiara by taking her hand,"Why-".

As if she knew what was coming, Kiara interrupted him:"Pope, this is a quiet plan".

But tonight Pope wouldn't be silenced. So he just said the words:"I love you, Kie".

The words sent goosebumps down Kiara's spine. She never liked them. Something about these eight letters felt way too serious but then also hearing it from Pope didn't make her feel anything at all.

"You're wasted".
"-Yes I am. But I mean every word, Kie! I love you!".

She sighed, knowing that what she was about to say would hurt him. Kiara knew the pain of loving a friend all too well - a friend who didn't love her back.

"I want something different, Pope".
- "No, I can-".
- "You can't".

Kiara shook her head and as she continued to talk, her eyes moved over to their car:"I want someone different. This - us - is not gonna work. Not gonna happen".

Popes heart shattered for everyone to hear.

"Look, I know that's every hard to hear right now, but we don't have the time for this and this is a really bad place to do this". He nodded, staring down at the ground.

"Are you okay?", she asked once her eyes settled back on his face.
"-I'll be fine".

The two of them continued to walk. This time in silence. Both knew this was going to be very awkward to clear up. Though now they had bigger problems.

-

Anastasia looked at her friends with wide eyes. She's was passed out for the entire night. No one tried to wake her up when things went downhill. Only now after sunrise her friends informed her of what happened in this eventful last night.

"You're actually trying to tell me, that Ward fucking Cameron had Sarah locked up?!".
They all nodded.

"John B is still on the run and a fucking army of citizens is following him? Including Rafe fucking Cameron?!".
The nodded again.

"Fuck", she sighed,"Any good news?".

"We're going to get John B off the island. I have the boat prepared and everything", JJ said, a cheeky smile on his lips,"Let's just hope my dad won't find out about it".

"Okay", she exhaled and rested her head against the backseat. Anastasia felt like last year. She hasn't seen her dad in ages - that's what it felt like; always on the run; practically living in a car. Her hazel eyes watched Kiara drive over to the garage where the boat was. JJ was sitting in the passenger seat. "Where is Pope?".

"Grabbing some food and stuff for John B", Kiara answered. He's gonna meet us there.

Anastasia didn't feel too comfortable on their drive. She never did when she wasn't driving. But today she felt worse than that. Like she was being watched, followed.

She couldn't shake off the feeling even after they arrived and JJ started to ramble about the Phantom. Though Kiara and Anastasia didn't really want to know. Instead the new platinum blonde got up into the Phantom and checked some of the technology. She didn't know much about boats in particular, though her knowledge was enough.

"Oh finally, Pope is here", Kiara said relieved when she heard the engine of a motorcycle stop. Anastasia frowned. This didn't sound like JJs motorcycle.

"Took you long enough", JJ said once he heard footsteps approaching.

"Hey there. What's going on?".
Anastasia knew this voice by heart.
Rafe Cameron.
Oh shit.

The kook approached Kiara with a smirk on his lips, as he took a look around. At the Phantom. Though he couldn't see Anastasia nor Pope.

"JJ?", Kiara spoke up, ready to leave. Rafe was walking towards her and one thing was sure: this man is scaring the shit out of her. He fucking killed a sheriff.

But before JJ could get to Kiara and help her, somebody whistled behind him. It was Barry, who approached JJ while cocking his gun. "I didn't forget about you and me on the side of the road. I'm here because I want my fucking money".

"We're not here because of you, Kiara", Rafe chuckled,"Where is John B?".

Kiara wasn't going to answer him, so he grabbed her by the shoulders. But the second he touched her, Kiara's hand hit him right in the face. Slap.
Anastasia was trying hard to contain a chuckle, Rafe fucking deserved that.

JJs temper got the better of him and he tried to lunge at Barry, snatch the gun out of his hands. But instead the back of the gun hit him right in his face. He fell to the ground. "Stay down, boy".

A groan escaped Rafes lips after that slap he took. Though it quickly turned into a chuckle as he looked the girl in front of him up and down:"I wish you wouldn't have done that".

"I know what you did!", Kiara yelled straight back at him,"You killed Sheriff Peterkin!".

Barry knew she was telling the truth, when Rafes first reaction was to grab the girl by her throat and try to strangle her. Though he was already attacked by JJ once again.

The second Rafe dared to lay his hands around her best friends throat, Anastasia had enough. She got out of her hiding spot and jumped at Rafe. "Don't fucking touch her".

The kook knew her voice by heart and did as he was told. Her legs casually wrapped around his torso when jumping at him, setting him off balance and the two fell to the ground.

This was a usual picture for the pair. Anastasia on top of him, her knees settling on the floor right next to his body. Something about this distracted Rafe from what was actually going on. He forgot about the pogues and John B for a second and was staring right into her eyes.

Maybe this would be the very last time they'd be this close to each other. Probably, Rafe thought. Because something about the look on Anastasia's face told him she knew it too. They would never be together ever again.

Not after everything Rafe had done - to John B, the pogues but most importantly Anastasia. He had broken her heart a thousand times and she swore to herself this would be the very last time.

Their last eye contact didn't even last a few seconds until JJ had grabbed Anastasia at her waist and pulled her off of Rafe Cameron, who was so hypnotized by her hazel gaze that he just stayed on the ground. Looking up at Anastasia, watching JJ ask her if she's alright.

How badly Rafe wanted to put JJ in his place. But before that could happen, Pope finally arrived and saw the kook on the floor. There was a lot of anger and frustration in Pope - mostly because of Rafe but partly because of Kiara. So he did the most JJ thing he could: attack Rafe who was already down.

His fists hit Rafes face and body multiple times with enough force Anastasia knew he'd be bruised all over his body. But the kook accepted his fate and didn't fight back. Instead his eyes followed Anastasia.

The Pogues were watching the fight in front of them. Barry had disappeared just a while ago. Finally Anastasia had enough. This wasn't what they came here for. They were here for John B. To save him and get him off the island. This wasn't about kooks versus pogues or Popes feud.

Ocean and watercolor eyes were watching Anastasia walk towards the fight, grabbing Pope by his shoulders and pulling him off of Rafe. "That's not our fucking point, Pope. Cut it".

"Huh?", Kiara scoffed shortly, wondering if Anastasia already forgot about the day Rafe was beating Pope at the golf course. For her this was payback. For Anastasia it was cruel. All of it. Or maybe, Kie thought, her best friend had a thing for the aggressive and manic kook.

Anastasia grabbed her friends and dragged them towards the water, where they prepared everything for John B.
Rafe left in a hurry. He knew it was his time to leave and maybe, eventually he would have the chance to come back to Anastasia again. Just not today.