009 !! BONEYARD

Upon being asked if they 'discovered' anything, JJ pulls out a wad of cash along with a gun from his pocket.

"JJ, what the fuck!", Georgie's eyes widen tremendously at the sight of the firearm while her brother only shrugs.

"Why'd you take that from a crime scene?", Pope mimics Georgie's bewilderment, his hands immediately finding the back of his head as if the whole world is about to end.

"Better than cops having it", JJ shrugs, John B nodding along in agreement.

"I'm gonna lose my merit scholarship", Pope's jaw hangs wide open, his head shaking when he takes a step back from the group.

John B is quick to pull him by his shoulders.

"Hey, hey, hey. Shh", the brunet hushes him in a reassuring tone directing for his friend to breathe.

"At least you have us, right?", JJ smirks earning a swat in the arm from his sister and a loud annoyed groan from Kiara.

"I'm living the nightmare", Pope mutters in disbelief.

"You're gonna be just fine. Now, let's go get prepared for the party, huh?", John B smiles hoping to cheer up the former.

"What party?", Georgie knits her brows making John B turn towards her with a playful grin.

"The Boneyard party".

Her eyes increase in size for the second time in the span of the past few minutes and she glances at both JJ and John B her head already shaking no.

"Those are always disastrous. I don't wanna go to jail".

JJ scoffs leaning in to throw an arm around her shoulder.

She grimaces as he pulls his head down to look her in the eye.

"My beautiful beautiful sister, going to jail is my talent. Not yours. As long as I'm here, you're gonna stay out of those smelly shitpacks", his lips twitch into a wild grin.

"But-".

He tuts holding his index finger up signalling for her to stay quiet.

"I mean it, alright? So let's get shitfaced tonight without any care in the world, hmm?".

She looks from John B to JJ, hesitation coursing through her but one look at John B's anticipating face gives her all the words she needs.

"Okay".

The group hollers with joy - John B ties up the HMS Pogue at the chateau's dock and all five of them step out of the boat quickly following JJ to go retrieve the beer kegs from the Routledge and Maybank boys' stash safely hidden a long way from either of their houses.

Four hours later and they're all drunk out of their minds - okay maybe not that much since their tolerance is kinda high - and the Boneyard is filled with teenagers moving drunkenly to the background beats of the music under the moonlight.

Georgie stumbles over a log of wood almost losing her footing and curses under her breath, a giggle escaping her lips when one of the strangers seated on the log yells at her to "watch out".

"Sorry", she giggles weaving through the various bodies surrounding her to get to her friends.

She spots JJ talking to Sarah Cameron and a huff instantly leaves her mouth.

She tries to push her way past the other Pogues but somehow gets tangled between the wave of incoherent dancers and beer.

Pouting, Georgie stands on her tiptoes to catch a glance of her brother when John B and Topper come into her vision and a loud gasp sounds through her.

She can't tell who threw the first punch but soon enough, both the boys are pushing at each other fighting and pulling the other down in a fit of rage.

Georgie urgently pushes past the crowd which has now begun hollering and encouraging the two to fight.

She manages to secure a place at the front of the crowd next to Pope and Kiara.

Glancing towards her left, she finds Sarah cupping her hands over her mouth and shouting at her boyfriend to stop.

Topper continues throwing punches at John B and Georgie feels herself being internally gutted with every punch that hits the brunet's face.

John B somehow manages to overpower the blond and punches him with his every might but the relief is short lived as Topper gets back on his feet and throws John B into the depths of the incoming tide.

Georgie's hand comes up to cover her mouth, her entire body shaking with fear which eventually turns into anger upon hearing Topper's next words.

"Hey, John B, don't make me drown you like your old man, alright?".

In an instant, John B is throwing him down but to his disadvantage, his feet slips on the sand and Topper is once again standing on top of him, this time with his hands on his neck as he pushes him as deep into the tide water as he could.

"He's drowning him!", Kiara yells from beside Georgie, who's immediate instinct is to hurry over to the two fighting boys.

But Pope pulls her back shaking his head as she puts up a protest.

"We gotta do something!", Georgie shouts sounding on the verge of tears.

She swallows getting ready to push Pope's hands off her when the sound of a gun's safety being turned off reaches her ears.

She turns to find JJ standing with a gun - the same gun they found at the Motel room - aimed at the back of Topper's head.

Topper's hands go slack and he slowly pulls himself.

Georgie's stomach twists and she feels suffocatingly nauseous due to the anxiety boiling up inside of her.

"Yeah, you know what that is. Your move, broski", JJ tips his head back in confidence.

Topper very slowly steps away from John B.

"JJ!", Georgie raises her voice when the gun remains aimed at the blond's head despite him having moved far away from John B.

"Chill!", Pope yells grabbing Georgie's arm to prevent her from taking any steps forward.

"Put the gun down", Topper speaks calmly with both of his hands in the air.

"Did you say somethin', princess?".

Georgie bites her lip, her brows furrowing at the lack of action on her brother's part.

"We're good! We're good", Topper tells him, a hint of fear laced in his voice.

"Put the gun down!", Sarah yells.

When JJ still doesn't move, the favourite Cameron daughter turns to Kiara.

"Kie, can you check your psycho friend, please?".

Georgie's fists clench at her words and she has to physically bite down on her tongue to prevent herself from saying something she'll regret.

Suddenly, JJ pulls the gun away from Topper's head and aims it at the sky.

"Okay, everyone, listen up! Get the hell off our side of the island!".

With that follow two warning gunshots which is enough to leave everyone scurrying away in fear.

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so i'm gonna have to tell my mum about the scholarship because yk there's some criteria and shit that demands that kind of stuff so here's to hoping she keeps her mouth shut and doesn't question me too much 🥂