Head Over Heels - 𝖩𝖩 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗄

23 | 𝔸𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥

─────── ⋆⋅Chapter 23⋅⋆ ───────

After the group returned from the crane house the night before, they all decided on a few plans for how to get down the well to see if the gold is there. They were now sat outside the Chateau on the porch but this time they had an extra guest - an unwelcome one. Sarah Cameron had joined them, sitting beside John B while Kiara glared down at the blonde. JJ was seated in one of the single chairs, and Pope had claimed the stool next to him. Frankie sat beside him on the arm rest, holding his hand comfortably. Normally she would of sat on the stool beside the chair but Pope beat her to it.

"No effing way! You brought her here? So what? She's in on this now?" Kiara snapped, walking down the porch, her eyes clearly not leaving Sarah figuer.

John B stayed silent his eyes darting towards Pope, JJ and Frankie who the three both stared back equally confused and well rather not get involed.

"I dunno.." Pope shrugged his shoulder, shaking his head.

"Look, all i care about is her cut comes out of your share." JJ spoke pointing over to John B with his free hand, his other that held Frankie's hand gently attempted to tug her closer.

Frankie shook her a small smile spreading across her lips as she watches her boyfriend. "You know, I don't remember taking a vote. This is our thing. A Pogue thing." Kiara carried on, her tone hint with anger.

"I gotta say, I'm just a tad uncomfortable with all of this." Pope stepped in, though regretted as John B looked over.

"Thank you!"

"When are you not uncomfortable!" John B snapped back.

"I dunno. I rode here on the back of JJ's bike pretty comfortably." Pope replied. Frankie turned to stare at Pope and JJ, her expression confused, "It's true. Most relaxed I've ever seen him." JJ nodded his head as he replied.

"That's... cute, I guess..." Frankie whispered, turning away from the two and locking her brown eyes on Sarah. The way Sarah sat there, acting as if the comments weren't affecting her, only stirred Frankie's annoyance. Deep down, Frankie knew that the remarks were getting under Sarah's skin.

"you know we were all extremely comfortable until you brought her." Kiara spoke snarkly turning her head to look at Sarah.

"Stop talking about me like i'm not here!" Sarah snapped looking over at the curly brunette.

"Then leave!"

Sarah scoffed already fed up she turned to face John B. "I told you."

"Told him what, exactly?" Kiara questioned looking between the two, "That you're a liar?"

"No, that you're a shit talking bitch!" Sarah replied. As Pope and JJ looked at each other, JJ pulled his hand away from Frankie's, digging into his pocket to retrieve some cash and making a bet with Pope. Frankie wasn't paying attention to their banter, though, as she was more concerned about the ongoing argument between Sarah and Kiara.

John B stayed silent listening between them, his face twitching with anger. "Everybody shut up!" He snapped his voice raising louder over theres, turning to look at Kiara, "Kie, you are my best friend, right? And Sarsh, you're..." He paused a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "You're my....you're my girlfriend." He explainied looking down at Sarah.

"Aww, that's cute," Frankie smiled, but then quickly caught herself, realizing what she said. She looked up at the others, avoiding Kiara's glare, "Ahem, I mean, aww, um, that's, uh..."

"That's new!" Pope quickly spoke out, looking in the corner of his eyes to look at Frankie.

"Yeah, what Pope said!..." Frankie smiled sheepily. JJ snorted shaking his head at his girlfriend.