𝐬𝐩𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 / 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

I tied my wet coffee-brown hair into a bun, grimacing as it slapped unattractively on the top of my head. It was noon, about three-thirty ish, we had just gotten back from our daily swim out in the marshes and we were all piling into the brown worn volkswagen otherwise known as 'twinkie' our pride and joy and our sixth member of the group.

I shifted uncomfortably, my back against the walls as we didn't actually have seats. We were on the road with no destination in mind, something we did often for fun.

"Wherever we're going it better have food," JJ grumbled from beside me as he secretly rolled a blunt in between his fingers, in fear of Pope snatching it away from him, another thing that often happened.

"Well we're not going to a restaurant if you're as high as a kite," Pope grumbled back, plucking the small blunt out of JJ's hand and throwing it somewhere in the back of the van with all of the other mess consisting of stale towels and John B's wide collection of wet swim shorts - don't ask, I couldn't tell you.

JJ rolled his eyes, shoving Pope as he scooted his way to the driver's seat, peeking over to look at John B. "Dude let's go get food," He insisted, shaking his shoulder.

John B shoved him off, nodding nonchalantly as he took a sharp turn, coming to an abrupt stop in front of a large building, a frown etching my face as I stared at the country club. Since when did we get to figure eight?

"The country club," Kiara bored, her eyes switching between the daunting building and John B, I watched as the brown haired boy shrugged, opening the door with a creak as he hopped out "It's a nice change from the wreck," He smiled.

Pope slid the door open, the three of us piling out behind him as Kiara walked around the old van to join us, her hands on her hips as she turned to John B "What's that supposed to mean?" She accused, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

John B reeled back, his arms raising in surrender as he shook his head at her accusation "Nothing it's just we've never been here alright," He spoke back, his hands motioning towards the country club sitting in front of us.

My own dark eyebrows furrowed as a frown pulled down on my lips "We can't afford to eat here," I spoke softly, my eyes switching from the big building to the brown haired boy in front of me.

"I have money alright, besides JJ works here and we can get a deal," He reasoned, pulling Kiara up the steps as he pushed open the heavy doors.

The frown didn't leave my lips as John B sauntered over to the hostess, mumbling incoherent words to her as my eyes scanned the fancy restaurant, from the perfectly placed tables to the people, even the people matched the beautiful interior and we stuck out like a sore thumb in our worn clothes and damp hair.

The hostess' eyes scanned us hesitantly as she led us to a table, placing five menus for each of us as we skeptically took our seats. She poured our drinks before disappearing behind the counter, leaving the four of us to gape at the kook-ness of it all.

"Don't tell him but I only get a five percent discount," JJ whispered from beside me, his blue eyes meeting my own as he winked playfully "and that's when i'm working," He added, a smirk rising to his lips as I playfully rolled my eyes back at him, pushing his away from me.

It wasn't a surprise when the three kooks walked in, their heads held high as they walked towards a table they had already had reserved, the crazy thing being that it was so casual for them to be here and they fit right in with their pastel polo shirts and slicked back hair. The three boys hadn't noticed us as JJ swore under his breath, ducking his head as he stared at the menu as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

The same icy blue eyes I had met within the past few days met mine again but this time instead of his signature smirk he commonly sported he had a frown etched on his face, he seemed confused as to why a bunch of pogues were dining in their territory.

I quickly tore my gaze away from him, searching the menu as I tried not to sweat at the hefty prices, thirty dollars for salad? No thanks. It wasn't hard for my eyes to settle on the lowest priced meal, a bowl of fries for ten dollars, it would have to do. I sighed as I looked up at the group, their eyes all trained behind me as my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Rafe fucking cameron is staring at you right now," Kiara cursed under her breath, her wild hair messily falling out of her bun as she shook her head. I frowned as I turned, surely enough meeting Rafes icy blue ones, I was growing tired of making awkward eye contact with him.

"What's his problem," JJ growled, shooting a venomous glare the kooks way, I huffed at my friends over-protectiveness, raising a hand to silence them "Just leave it," I sighed, shaking my head as my now dry bun bobbed on the top of my head.

JJ turned back around, turning to face me as a scowl replaced his previous glare "You don't know him like we do Marls, he's a no good piece of shit, alright, don't even fucking talk to him or i swear to-,"

"Guys," Kiara warned, shooting JJ a harsh glare as she shook her head "She's old enough to make her own decisions," She argued, defending me as I shot her a grateful smile.

John B and JJ rolled their eyes, groaning as Pope simply shook his head in disagreement "We're just looking out for her," John B argued, JJ viciously nodding his head in agreement.
I sighed, rolling my eyes at their protective tendencies as the waitress made its way towards us, a note pad clad in her left hand.

It's fry time baby.

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