𝘀𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗼 '𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿' book 2 of 3
on the outside, looking in, bianca prescott was back to who everyone knew her as- kook princess, island royalty, who couldn't give less of a fuck about the pogues like they were poo on her jimmy choo's.
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Only the moonlight and the headlights of Kiara's dad's truck illuminated the lonely road ahead. Tall, shadowy trees loomed on either side of them, blurring into one as Pope pressed harder on the gas pedal.
"Uh, Pope," Sarah piped up cautiously. "You're driving pretty fast."
The Heyward boy ignored her and instead, whooped loudly in the front seat. The effects of his high were still yet to wear off. Until then, the adrenaline coursed through his bloodstream, and like the car, had no signs of slowing down.
Kiara sat in the passenger seat beside Pope while Sarah, JJ, and John B were in the back. Bianca volunteered to sit behind the backseats in the trunk, considering the truck was only a five-seater.
"Pope, last to judge and all, but I think you should slow down just a little bit," JJ's voice wavered with worry.
"That would definitely delay our arrival to the cross," Pope explained, rushing his words in a single breath. "We gotta get there."
Kiara's eyes widened in disbelief, "Why did we let him drive again?"
"Because I said I'd rip your ears off," Pope informed pointedly.
"Because he said he'd rip our ears off," Sarah hummed.
"He did say he was gonna rip my ears off," Kiara pressed her lips in a tight line.
"I was joking about that, by the way," He shrugged back.
Kiara chuckled humourlessly, "That's a really funny joke."
"Hey, how ya feeling, buddy?" John B cooed, reaching over to pat Pope's shoulder from the backseat. "How ya doing?"
"Uh, fantastic," Pope scoffed. His eyes were directed towards the road ahead, but something told the others he wasn't really paying attention to it, "I don't know what JJ's cousin gave me, but I am moving!"
"We couldn't tell," Kiara deadpanned.
"Pope, two hands on the wheel!" Bianca warned. "Like, I'm glad you're alive and everything, but I am not dying in this outfit."
"Pfft-" Pope reared his head back as if the entire idea was preposterous. "We're not going to die."
"Jesus, Pope," Kiara groaned, throwing her head back in irritation. "If you wreck my dad's truck, I'm going to kill you."
"Yeah, if we don't die in the crash," Bianca mumbled softly.
"What was that?" Kiara's face paled, whipping around to the backseat.
