Stella Vandenburg realizes that loving a criminal makes you just as guilty as they are
_lowercase intended in first TWO chapters only. otherwise, proper grammar is intended.
_fem!oc x rafe.
_enemies to lovers.
_a little oc x jj.
_season 1-3 complete...
On a tree, the words "John B Routledge - P4L" are carved in a heart.
"To John B," says JJ, holding up a beer.
"And to Sarah," Kie adds, voice soft and tired.
JJ, Kie, Pope, and I drink to our two dead friends.
It's been about a week since John B and Sarah ventured off into the storm and were presumed dead. Still, it feels like it was yesterday.
But today's the first day back to school, and we're all just trying to scrape by.
The Pogues - all except JB and Sarah - exit Kie's car and walk towards the building of hell.
"Hey, it's them!" I hear a girl say.
"There they are!" says another. "I wasn't sure they'd even show up."
"I heard they got arrested."
The four of us walk quietly, doing our best to ignore the chatter surrounding us. We end up at a memorial for John B, once a student at this school. JJ swallows down tears next to me.
"I feel like people are staring at us," says Kie, looking around at the people staring shamelessly.
"Oh yeah," JJ agrees.
"Guys, I can't be late," Pope says, clearly using academics as a coping mechanism. He speeds off in front of us.
"Hey, hey!" Kie calls after him, holding her hand out. "We gotta stick together."
