✲ .｡ ﾟ ﾟ｡. ✲ ❛ THE BELL TOWER ❜ ✲ .｡ ﾟ ﾟ｡. ✲ S 01 E 09
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My eyes watched Pope diligently from the backseat as he looked at one of the boards by the ferry port, a piece of white paper in his hands. He jogged back to the car, grumbling under his breath.
"Pope, can you act normal?" Kie asked, her tone biting.
"So, um... okay, so, bad news," Pope huffed, causing the three of us in the back to sit up in the back, attention fully on him. "The ferry's closed, and there's this."
He handed the paper to the girl in the passenger seat and got in the driver's side, huffing again. She hissed under her breath and handed the paper back to us. John B, who had opted to lay on the flattened seat with his hoodie as a pillow, craned his neck to look. "What is that? What is this?"
"I hate this goddamn island," I mumbled, nestling myself down onto the floor of the car at the bottom of JJ's seat. The blonde was next to grab the wanted sign, holding it so we could both see. "Sick pic, John B, did you post that on instagram?"
"Yeah, uh, this is a good framer of you," JJ echoed, a sigh tumbling from my lips as I let my head fall sideways onto the front of his leg.
"Okay, so, the whole island is looking for John B right now," Pope stated the obvious.
"That's a lot of money."
"Congratulations, JB, you're famous," I huffed.
"Guys, we've got to get back to the HMS. We need small, no running lights—" Kie started frantically before the boy in question tutted and cut her off.
"It's at the château, Kie."
"And I wonder if the cops got the entire place staked out. Let me think—" JJ began, his words overflowing with sarcasm.
"Oh wait, what about my house? Oh yeah, that should be perfectly fine," I matched his tone, my nails scratching at my scalp. "Yeah, they've definitely got that whole area locked down."
"Yeah, copy that," She grumbled, sinking in her seat.
"Let me think, just give me a second— give me a second," Pope repeated, his eyes squeezed together as he tried to brainstorm places to go. Suddenly, he turned around, his eyes frantic. "JJ does your dad still have that boat? The cigarette boat, The Phantom. The one he used to race."
"You can get right up the coast, no problem," The brunette in the driver's seat turned back around, getting ready to start the car.
"Okay, look—"
"It won't be easy, Pope," The blonde behind me sighed, his hand reaching to tug one of mine out of my hair, his fingers squeezing mine. "I don't know where the keys are."
"The surf's running from three to four," The girl up front was still rambling.
"Well find them, JJ!"
"I'm thinking!"
"Why is nobody moving forward?" The driver shook in his seat, which made me shake with it, a grown catching in my throat as I tried my best to lean away from the front seat.
"Can you relax?" Kie shouted at him. "JJ, how much weed did you give him?"
"A perfectly normal amount, Kiara!"
"Guys! Your car's on the poster," John B started, Pope blaring the horn, my head thrumming. There was more shouting up front, and some kid yelling from outside. Everyone turned toward the child, and panic rolled over my chest in waves.
"We've got a snitch. Pope, turn the car on," JJ started, and commotion surrounded us as people began to realize who was in the car. some guy came and knocked on the back window by John B, which freaked me out, which freaked JJ out and made him lean over me to shake Pope's shoulder. "Turn the car on!"
"Dude turn the freaking car on!" Kie shouted as Pope revved the engine repeatedly, the tallest boy's face smushed against his seat from where he had flipped over, his wide eyes stuck on mine.
"Pope turn the car on! Go go go go go!" JJ shouted as the car lurched forward, slamming into the car in front of us, and sending everyone forward. People around us gasped, my head banged painfully against the front seat, and everything seemed to go quiet.
At least, for me it did.
It felt like Pope continued to plow forward into the car in front of us, before taking a sharp turn, thus throwing me back into the side door. I groaned audibly that time, all of the loud sounds of my friends shouting filling my ears all at once. "Hey hey hey, get up off the floor, C."
I grasped the blonde's arm as he pulled me up onto the seat with him, his arm looping around my shoulder as we adjusted on the one seat. "Jesus Christ, that hurt."
It was as though my words were predicting the future, because after almost running over a cop, Pope proceeded to crash into a mailbox and a road sign in one fell swoop. I had to put an arm out to prevent JJ and me from crashing into the back of the driver's seat as we all launched forward, shouting over each other at the driver.
"What the fuck?" Kiara groaned.
"I'm livin' my best life now!" Pope laughed. "Oh my god!"
"My mom'll kill me." The girl sighed.
"Okay, I should be the last one to say this right now, but you are not okay to drive. Stop!" JJ shouted as I squeezed my eyes shut over and over, trying to get my vision to clear.
