Being a Kook was nice- well, correction, being a Kook with humility was nice. It sucked having enemies, and although it was inevitable, you did your best. You lived on Figure Eight, had access to a bunch of money because of your parents, and yet, you still helped people on the Cut, had friends over there, worked at some of the places on that side of the island in your free time.

So, being a Kook, you knew the crowd. But, you also knew the Pogues. You didn’t agree with their views on everything, but they were kids, and you were too, so you didn’t care much.

Tonight, despite being in your typical ‘Kook’ attire, you were at the Heyward’s Sea Food Shack, helping out for free on the Saturday night simply since you were free. You were helping cleaning up towards the end of the night when the Pogues came in. John B, JJ, Pope, Kiara, Sarah, and Cleo. Damn.. it was like each time you saw them there was another one following behind.

You were behind the counter, organizing some things that Bobby had told you to fix, nodding in greeting when they walked in before you went back to doing your thing. You had noticed when Sarah started hanging out with the Pogues, and you couldn’t quite blame her from the rumors of her family drama. You didn’t know how far it went, but her family didn’t seem like the right crowd for Sarah, despite them being blood. She just seemed sweeter.