𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐞 | ʲᵒʰⁿ ᵇ ʳᵒᵘᵗˡᵉᵈᵍᵉ

# 003. looks like a zombie apocalypse

JAZYLYNE POV

"wow, and i thought the chateau was bad" jj whistled out as we were arriving to the motel, he was standing ontop of the front of the boat like he was the captain.

"doesn't look like a place a person with a grady-white would stay" john b muttered

"no, it looks like a place where someone with a grady-white would be killed." pope replied bitterly.

"this is your captain speaking, HMS pogue is coming in for a landing" the blonde said jokingly into his imaginary walki talki, jumping off the boat to help hoist it onto the land.

in my opinion the motel didn't look like it was well taken care of, gave me very much zombie apocalypse or end of the world vibes.

"Here goes nothing" john b said, getting out of the boat onto the partially dead crunchy grass.

"be careful" i said, looking John b in his eyes and handing him the key to the motel.

"yeah" he chuckled, smiling at me then turning away, walking towards the motel with jj.

pope and kiara were having a conversation of their own, i didn't really want to join in because they were talking about the environment or something i think. and someone needed to take the look out job seriously.

"hey guys, there's cops" i tapped kie on her shoulder to get her attention.

"shit" the curly haired girl grumbled

"call them"

"cant the towers are down" kiara, me and pope got out of the boat, crouching down into the overgrown grass so it would be harder for the police to see us.

"if i lose my merit scholarship, im gonna kill someone" pope muttered under his breath,

We had crawl/walked over to the side of the motel where room 29 was and pope had attempted to throw a rock to gain the boy's attention, but obviously, pope was on the math team. surprise surprise.

"here let me do it" i told them, picking a rock up off the ground and throwing it at the window

john b heard the noise i assume because he had come over to the window with a confused expression on his face.

"cops. cops! cops!" all three of us mouthed frantically, pope using his hands to signal where the cops were.

kiara, me and pope all ran back to the boat before the cops could see us "should we peel?" kiara asked, breathing heavily "never leave a pogue behind." pope said before refocusing his attention to the window of room twenty nine.

"they're on the roof!" i whisper shouted pointing up to where jj and john b were holding onto the cracks in the wall for dear life.

"oh, my god" kie said, slapping her hand to her forehead, I also rolled my eyes at their choice in hiding spot.

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"well that was fun! could've warned us a little sooner, though" JJ chuckled once we had gone far enough away from the motel.

"we would've except pope was on the math team." i told the two other pogues. "you were on the math team?" jj questioned pope.

"the cops took everything like it was a crime scene" pope stated, completely ignoring jj's comment. "did you guys find anything though?" i questioned the two, not  wanting our work to go to waste.
"did we find anything, oh, yeah no, i don't think we di— just kidding" jj said, pulling out a wad of cash, and a gun.

"what the hell?"

"dude what" were some of the reactions from the crew as we all saw what jj had stolen.

"im gonna lose my merit scholarship" pope said, clearly growing worried. or annoyed, maybe both, not to sure.

"at least you have us right?"

"im living the nightmare" pope said before plopping himself back down in his seat.

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"okay. so, uhm... we didn't see anything. we don't know anything. we need to have like, complete amnesia." pope said once we had arrived back at the chateau after finding out about scooter dying and him being the owner of the grady-white we found sunken in the marsh.

"actually, popes right for once. deny, deny, deny."i agreed, biting my fingernails cause I was getting nervous. "guys, we can't keep that money." kiara told us "okay, well not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, kiara." jj sated.

"we have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs, otherwise its bad karma"

"bad karma to be implicated in a felony, too. we gotta go dark" pope finally said, voicing his opinion.

"if that means we get to keep the money, then i agree." jj said, getting out of his chair and looking out the window of the screened door.

"i don't agree" john b said, giving his opinion on the situation, patting jj on his back, starting to pace around "what? why?"

"just think about it. this is scooter Grubbs we're talking about. same dude that's buying individual cigarettes at the porthole. shit, one time i saw this dude begging for change in the save-a-lot parking lot, because he needed gas." "we're talking about a dirt bag Mariana rat, who's never had more than forty bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden he's got a Grady-white?" john b rambled on.

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"all we need to do right now is figure out a way to get into the cargo hold of the wreck. until then we just lay low."

we had been taking about this subject for awhile and i was pretty much halfway asleep because we've done so much in one day and this conversation was getting hella boring. all though I wanted to know what was up so I tried to stay focused on what the others were saying.

"right, and how exactly do we do that?"  i asked with a confused expression on my face.

"kegger"
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So that's the end of chapter 3!! I'm not liking how jaz barely says anything so I'm gonna try and make my own lines in the next chapter, aka the party!

Written: January 22nd 2021
words: 1023