When the group arrived to the motel, Quinn let out a low whistle at the look of the place as JJ sucked in a breath of air. "I thought the Château looked bad."

"This place is a shitshow." John B breathed out as Kie scoffed. "Motel or meth lab?"

Pope sighed, cringing slightly. "You be the judge."

Quinn hummed, pushing her sunglasses higher up her face. "Doesn't look like a place somebody with a Grady-White stays."

Pope turned to her and nodded. "No. Looks like a place someone with a Grady-White would get killed."

Quinn sighed at Popes words, crossing her arms. "And I just fucking watched Halloween..."

JJ clapped, walking towards the edge of the boat as they got closer to land. "All right. Here we go. This is your captain speaking. HMS Pogue comin' in for landing." He said in a radio tone, jumping off the boat as he let out a small 'Whoo!'

"We good?" John B asked as JJ tied the boat up and after a few seconds, JJ gave him a thumbs up, making John B excitedly hit the boat. "All right. Here goes nothin'."

"Hey." Pope announced, patting John B's shoulder and when he turned to him, Pope pointed at JJ. "Don't let him do anything stupid."

"Oh, we will." JJ said almost instantly as John sucked in a breath of air, turning to Pope. "I'm not making promises." Pope sighed, walking away from the two. "Yeah, I know."

Kie walked up to John B, clearing her throat, making the boy look to her. "Uh, be careful. I mean it." Quinn looked at her weirdly before turning to JJ, noticing he had the same look as John B stumbled over his words. "Yeah. Yeah. Let's go."

John B and JJ started walking away as Quinn got more comfortable in her seat, lighting one of JJs joints. "Have fun, boys! And remember... To infinity-" "And beyond!" JJ screamed, not turning around to face the girl but threw his fist into the air, making Quinn let out an airy chuckle. Pope looked at her with squinted eyes as she took another hit off the joint. "I think you're too high."

Quinn childishly stuck her tongue out at the boy before looking off to where John B and JJ were. As soon as Quinn knew John B and JJ were far enough away, Quinn ran to Kie, playfully siting in her lap as she cupped her face. "Oh, be so careful, John B." Quinn playfully groaned, making Pope laugh and Kie groan, pushing Quinn off her lap as the Robbins girl laughed.

"Oh, shush." Kie mumbled as Quinn turned to Kie in her seat. "What the hell was that?!" Quinn laughed out, making Kie slowly turn to face her, brows furrowed. "What? I was telling John B to be careful."

Quinn scoffed at Kie's words, turning away from Kie as she propped her feet up and picked at her nails. "You were flirting."

Kie rolled her eyes at Quinn, elbowing the blonde in the ribs. "Says the girl who's never even had her first kiss."

Quinn's cheeks redden as she whipped her head to Kie. "You don't know what you're talking about." Quinn mumbled and Kie raised her brows, chuckling. "Oh! So you've finally kissed more than just your pillow?"

Quinn's jaw dropped as she faced the girl, so shocked that Kie had exposed her, she dropped her joint. "I was eight! And I told you that in confidence!"

Kie rolled her eyes, still laughing as she gestured to Pope. "Like Pope would tell the guys." Quinn quickly turned to Pope, pointing a finger at him. "You do not tell a soul what you just heard."

Pope quickly lifted his hands in surrender, pretending to zip his mouth shut and tossing the key in the water.

After all the embarrassment was spilled out of Quinn, she sighed, pulling her knees into her chest as she looked to Kie, squinting her eyes at the sun in her eyes. "Twenty questions?" Quinn asked and once they both nodded, she buzzed her lips, trying to think of a question.

"Um... Oh! Okay! Biggest pet peeve?" Quinn asked, looking back and forth between the two. Kie straightened up, shaking her head. "Easy. Giving one percent to the environment."

Pope's face scrunched, looking at her weirdly. "What's wrong with that?" Quinn immediately groaned, turning to Pope. "Don't get her started."

"We only have one Earth, Pope. We should be giving it 100 percent, bare minimum."

Pope made an 'o' shape with his mouth, nodding his head. "Right. That's not fiscally sound." "Neither is destroying the planet we have to live on." Kie said as Quinn turned her head out of sunlight, her eyes landing on the police cars driving into the parking lot of the motel. "Hey, hey, cops." Quinn said, hitting Kie and Pope as she kept her eyes on the cars.

"Shit. Call them." Pope whispered and Quinn shook her head as Kie answered. "I can't. Towers are down."

Pope groaned as the three got out of the boat. "If I lose my merit scholarship, I'm gonna kill someone." Quinn grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the window of the room John B and JJ were in. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna let you lose that scholarship."

Pope sent her a grateful smile as Kie ran up to them. "Okay, do something. Do something. Go, go."

Pope nodded, grabbing a rock off the ground. "Stand back." The two girls nodded backing away from Pope as he threw the rock.

The rock didn't even hit the building.

"What the hell was that? Didn't you ever play baseball?" Kie whisper yelled at Pope after his terrible throw, the boy just shrugging under pressure. "I was on the math team!"

"Pope, I was on the math team with you and I still know how to throw a fucking rock." Quinn scoffed, picking up a rock and launching it at the window, the rock hitting the glass perfectly, making her silently cheer.

As soon as John B peaked his head out the window, the three pointed towards the door, mouthing 'Cops!' and hoping he understood what they were saying.

When John B left the window, Kie pulled Quinn and Pope back to the boat. "Should we peel?" Kie asked as soon as they sat down. Pope immediately shook his head. "You never leave a Pogue behind."

Quinn looked around, watching as Shoupe and his sidekick walked into the hotel room. "No, seriously, should we peel?"

Pope looked back at Quinn and shrugged. "Maybe."

"Ho-ly Shit!" Quinn gasped, looking towards the window ledge of the hotel room were JJ and John B stood, their chests pressed to the building. "What are you guys doing?" Pope whisper yelled as Kie groaned.

JJ turned to the three, bringing his finger up to his mouth to tell them to be quiet when something metal fell out of his pocket, hitting the lower levels AC with a loud bang.

Quinn flinched at the noise and when Shoupe opened the curtains to see what the noise was, Quinn and Pope quickly turned to Kie, Pope wrapping his arm around Quinn's shoulder in the process.

Quinn slowly looked up at Kie who was watching the motel carefully. "What's happening?" Quinn whispered , not wanting to turn around incase one of the officers caught her.

Before Kie could answer, JJ and John B jumped off the window ledge they were on, running as fast as they could to the boat.

"That was awesome!" JJ screamed as John B got into the drivers spot.

As John B drove the boat away, JJ turned to the three with a scoff. "Could have warned us sooner."

Kie gave the blond boy a tight lipped smile. "We would have, except Pope was on the math team. And so was Quinn apparently." John B's face scrunched, turning to Quinn and Pope. "You two were on the math team?"

Quinn turned to John B with furrowed brows, nodding her head. "How else do you think I met Pope and joined the group?"

The cops took everything like it was a crime scene. Did you guys find anything?" Pope asked and JJ playful sucked in a breath of air. "Did we find anything? No, I don't think so. Oh, yeah, we did." JJ cheered, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a wad of cash in one hand and a gun in the other.

"What the fuck?" Quinn scoffed, shifting down the seats to get farther away from JJ as Pope looked at him with wide eyes. "Dude, what? Why take that from a crime scene?"

JJ shrugged, putting the cash back in his pocket but keeping his hold on the gun. "Better than cops having it."

"You serious?" Kie asked as if he were crazy as Pope looked down, his hands going to the sides of his head. "I'm gonna lose my merit scholarship."

JJ immediately got up, walking over to Pope and put the side of the gun against Popes mouth as he shushed him. "Hey, hey, hey. At least you have us, right?"

Pope looked at JJ for a few seconds before peeling himself out of his grasp, taking his seat next to Quinn. "I'm living a nightmare." Pope mumbled. Quinn frowned, rubbing Popes back.

...

Once they got to shore, they saw police rolling in a dead body. "Who's that?" John B asked no one in particular and a girl beside Quinn spoke up.

"It's Scooter Grubbs. He was out during the storm. Check out this pic I got. Dead Body. Insane." The girl said showing John B the photo since he was closest before spinning around and showing Pope and Quinn who sat on the other side of her.

Quinn cringed at the sight, looking away towards the water as JJ looked to the girl. "What kind of boat did he have?"

The girl looked up at JJ, squinting her eyes at the sun. "Somehow, that dirtbag copped a brand-new Grady-White. Everyone's out looking for it."

Quinn's eyes widened, turning to look at Pope beside her with the same expression.

...

"Okay. So, um... we did't see anything. We don't know anything. We need to have complete amnesia." Pope panicked as Quinn tried to calm him down.

"See what?" Quinn asked in a fake oblivious tone. Pope quickly pointed at Quinn. "Exactly. That's the spirit."

"Pope's right for once. See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny." JJ agreed, standing up from his chair. "Guys, we can't keep that money." Kie spoke up from the spot on the couch beside Quinn.

JJ scoffed at her words, turning to face the two girls. "Not all of us can afford data plans, Kiara." JJ snapped back, making Quinn shrink in her spot slightly.

Kie rolled her eyes, sitting up. "We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs. Otherwise, it's bad karma." Pope looked to JJ with raised brows. "Bad karma to be implicated in a felony, too. We gotta go dark."

JJ hummed, looking off to the water. "If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree." "I don't agree." John B said, catching the group off guard. "What? Why?" JJ asked and John B shook his head.

"Just think about it. This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about. Same dude that's buying individual cigarettes at the Porthole. Shit, one time I saw this dude begging for change in the Save-A-Lot parking lot because he needed gas. We're talking about a dirtbag marina rat who's never had more than 40 bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden, he's got a Grady-White? Just sayin'."

John B noticed Pope slightly uneasy at the situation and sighed. "All right, so think about it, Pope. How does a marina rat get a Grady-White?"

Pope let in a shaky breath before nodding his head. "Prostitution." Quinn instantly snorted at the answer as John B rolled his eyes. "Square groupers, bro. Okay, flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance. They don't do that stuff during a hurricane. What does that mean? JJ?"

"They were straight smugglin'." JJ instantly answered. John B sent him a grateful smile. "Smugglin'. And I guarantee there's a serious amount of contraband in that wreck."

Pope sighed, shaking his head. "For the record, if that is a smuggling ship with illegal contraband on the inside of it... it probably belongs to someone else." Quinn scrunched her nose at his words, lightly shaking her head. "Minor details."

Pope turned to her, giving her a look. "They could come looking for it. Taking it would be catastrophically stupid."

"Right. Well, stupid things have good outcomes all the time.: JJ said, showing Pope the wad of cash he had gotten from the motel before continuing. "All we need to do is figure out a way to get into the cargo hold of that wreck. Until then, we just lay low. Just act normal."

Pope rolled his eyes, looking at each member of the group. "Right. And how exactly do we do that?"

Quinn almost instantly perked up at an idea in her head. She slowly turned to Kie whos face matched hers. Kie smiled, turning to the boys. "Kegger?"

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