"WHAT TIME D'YOU HAVE TO BE BACK?"

Tatum shrugged lightly, feeling uncomfortable under Kiara's sympathetic gaze. She bragged about her psychotic siblings a lot, but it didn't fool anybody that knew her. The people that knew Tatum knew the type of shit she had to put up with on the daily. "It's Leroys first day back," she said quietly, "I should've been home before I left."

Kiara sighed, standing inbetween the girl's legs as she stitched up her arm. "What will your dad say when you get back?" she asked, focusing on the cut the glass left on her. Tatum's eyes didn't leave Kiara as she stitched her back together. She was so attentive, so careful - so beautiful.

"He'll probably wait 'till the boys are asleep until he brings it up," she answered, infatuated Kie's concentrated face. But she was also holding in the largest gulp, so aware of how close Kiara was to her thighs. She could bearly breathe.

The other girl sighed again. The cut Tatum received sliced through the coat, which made it hard enough for Kiara to stitch it back together, but there was no way she was going to be able to patch it up through the thick material. "You're gonna need to take the coat out so I can bandage it," she said next.

"I can do it myself," said Tatum quickly.

"No way," Kiara told her stubbornly. "I can practically see the yellow puss spewing out of that bandage." She gestured to the bloody fabric messily wrapped around Tatum's palm.

"Yeah, that's because I was covered in Thomas' blood while I did it."

"So you've got HIV from your twin brother?" Kiara raised her eyebrows in a 'I'm not backing down' way.

Tatum returned the look. "I can do it myself," she repeated. "Seriously, all I need is a little bit of cloth and some pins."

"And antiseptic spray, and hot water and gloves," said Kie with her arms folded, still standing inbetween Tatum's soaking thighs. She was wearing nothing but a bikini thong. She could feel Kiara everywhere.

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, now you're just being dramatic. I'll just wash my hands and wrap the stupid thing up."

"Tate -"

"You girls done yet!"

Tatum smirked, knowing the argument was now over, and turned around to face the three boys coming their way. Kiara sighed - there was no way in hell she was letting this go; Tatum would end up with an amputated arm. Seriously, it was caused by a a glass alcohol bottle, she took the glass out with her dirty hands, she didn't wash it straight away, the stitches were done roughly because she wouldn't take the stupid coat off, and now she was going to bandage it herself later on - meaning she was either going to forget to wash her hands before, or forget about it entirely.

"How did it go?" Tatum asked stupidly. She could clearly see the deflated looks on their faces, meaning it went terribly.

"No one would listen to us," said John B with a frown. He looked in between the two girls with a raised brow - Tatum was wearing a relived grin, and Kiara was literally forcing herself not to explode in stress.

"She wouldn't take off the coat," Kie told him frustratedly.

Pope and John B's mouths dropped in shock. Tatum didn't listen to anyone, literally ever. But when it came to Kiara, she would get down on her knees and pray for her if she asked. JJ, however, shrugged. He'd known Tatum years longer than the others, and even he had never seen that girl without that coat. He didn't know why, but he also didn't question it. "So, what's the plan?" he asked casually.

"I'm going to tie her to the chair and rip the coat off her, and -"

"I was talking about the boat," he said, cutting the stressed girl off. "However, if you're looking for volunteers, I'd happily let you tie me down." Kiara rolled her eyes at his grin and turned to John B with her arms crossed.

"I know how we're gonna find the guy who owns the boat," he said, holding up the key.

"No, we don't know whose room that is," Pope pointed out. "It could belong to anyone."

"I'm in," said JJ predictably, slinging his arm around Tatum and putting the key in her pocket.

She took it out with a frown, and shook her head. "Sorry, I don't break into places anymore," she said, throwing the motel key to Kiara, who sighed at her.

"This is the only exception," she said sternly. "Come on. I'll be lookout."

Tatum grinned widely at her words. "Hell yeah, with a boat like that, he'll have a shit loat of money."

Kiara frowned and shook her head. "No stealing."

She nodded, turning to JJ and repeating, "No stealing."

"That's such bullshit."

"Shush, we can't let Kie know that."

"Right, you have to keep up a good reputation for the princess."

"Exactly."

JJ scoffed. There was no way Tatum Quinn could ever have a good reputation - no matter how hard she tried.