Head Over Heels - 𝖩𝖩 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗄

4 | 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕤𝕖

｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟﾟ･｡Chapter 4 ｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟﾟ･｡

The five teens parked the HMS Pogue alongside the docks, securing it with ropes to prevent it from drifting away. They gathered around a wooden bar, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene before them. John B perched himself on the bar, his legs drawn up, and Frankie sat beside him with her legs crossed. JJ stood by the side of the bar, balanced on some boxes, his hand gripping the overhead beam for support.

Beside John B, a blonde-haired girl sat, accompanied by Pope, who leaned against the bar. Kiara watched from the front. A woman suddenly scurried over to the paramedics loading the deceased person onto the cart. She desperately called out for the person's name. Something along the lines like Scooter?

"Who was that?" John B eventually asked, breaking the silence so he could possibly gather some information.

"It's Scooter Grubbs. He was out during the storm." The random girl spoke, picking up her phone that was placed on her lap.

"Check out this pic I got." She smiled holding the phone up to show John B and the others, "Dead body."

Frankie's eyes flickered as she stole a glimpse at the girl's phone. She shook her head, as if she tried to dismiss what she had just seen. She moved her gaze just in time, grateful that she hadn't taken a closer look at Scooter's dead body. It was a picture she didn't won't to see.

JJ, noticing Frankie's action, leaned over, with curiosity. His eyes focused on the brown-haired girl and the phone screen, eagerly trying to catch a glimpse of the photo as well. "Holy shit.." Pope murmured.

"Whay kind of boat did he have?" JJ eventually asked.

"Somehow, that dirtbag copped a brand-new Grady-white. Everyone's out looking for it." The blonde girl explained.

Frankie head shot up staring over at JJ when she heard the news, her eyes flicking over to the long hair brunette who was currently looking over at JJ as well.

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The ride back to the Château was enveloped in a heavy silence. Each teen's mind was consumed with either anxious thoughts or racing ideas, particularly for Pope, whose worries multiplied exponentially. When they eventually arrived, the group found themselves seated outside the porch of the Chateau.

JJ sat in a chair, restlessly flicking his lighter on and off. John B leaned against the wooden railing, casually juggling an empty glass bottle in the air. Frankie and Kiara found themselves side by side, with Kiara staring ahead while Frankie focused on the broken skateboard, working to loosen the screws that threatened to further damage the wood.

Pope rushed up to the Chateau, opening the porch door and striding inside. "We didn't see anything; we don't know anything," he declared, pointing at the remaining four as their widened eyes fixated on him. "We need to have complete and total amnesia," he emphasized, taking a seat beside Frankie, unintentionally bumping her side.

Frankie set the skateboard down on the floor, shifting closer to Kiara. Her expression held mild surprise upon hearing JJ's agreement with Pope. "Actually, Pope is right for once," JJ chimed in, gesturing toward Pope, which caught Frankie off-guard.

"See, I agree with you sometimes." The blonde lowered his hand down onto the arm chair, pushing himself to stand up, "Deny, deny, deny, deny" He carried on talking, pointing at the four everytime he said deny as he walked over to lean againts the wooden beam.