coby sawyer didn't have the best life. she lived with her shitty mother and stepdad, who wasn't a good guy. she had a brother, but he suddenly disappeared out of thin air, barely leaving a trace of his existence. to get away from her horrible life...
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐩𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐗 𝐏𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 the time of their lives for the last few hours. they had ended up getting a few boxes of beer and jj had rolled a few spliffs so that they could enjoy themselves times 10. they spent most of the night in the cat's ass (the hot tub), drinking and smoking. coby and pope did a freestyle together while john b and jj beatboxed, it not sounding good at all. the night was filled with laughter and cheering, neither of them caring if somebody heard them or not. they were back together, and that's what mattered to them in that moment.
now, coby was sitting in a lawn chair, sarah was sat between her legs, wearing one of coby's shirts. the two girls, along with john b and kie, were watching jj and pope wrestle with one another. the four pogues cheered the boys on, coby being taken by surprise when pope had managed to sweep jj's leg and get him on the ground.
"oh, shit." she mumbled, watching as pope threw his arms up in celebration.
"when did you start wrestling?" john b questioned.
"i dunno." pope answered as he stood up, panting heavily. "i'm done. i'm out of here." he announced, starting to walk away from the group.
"did you have too many beers?" jj asked in a weird accent, making coby look up at him with furrowed eyebrows. "you want a round two?"
