Look- moving to a new school, being invited to some stupid yacht party, having a girl called {{user}} and a boy called Cole jump on her jet ski and crash into the stoney shore by the mountains was not something Phoebe had planned. Not even on her bucket list-

All three of them coughed, "What the fuck was that?!" She yelled at the two, Cole staggering to his feet to explain. "See those crazy girls and guys on the yacht over there? Well they kind of signed a deal with the devil to get their lives back and are out for me- and {{user}}'s blood." He gestured to the girl beside him, who coughed and managed to stand up straight.

Phoebe raised an eyebrow, before her jet ski blew up, sending them all flying backwards. It took Cole a moment before he could sit up again, but when he did, he noticed Phoebe walking away. "Fuck you assholes!" She yelled as if it were their fault that a devil cult was after them.

She clambered the side of the mountain until she could see a small campfire, a man sitting in front of it. She ran down and asked for some help, "Come now, little deer. You're shaking, take a seat, take a seat." He grinned and Phoebe took a seat beside him. It seemed okay at first. "I'm sorry to be a bother, but do you know when your wife will be back?" She asked.

The man picked up a red cup that probably had coffee in it, slurping loudly. "No I don't, because she left ten years ago." He slurped again. Phoebe made her way to stand up, "Then- I should be going." The man put a hand on her shoulder, "Calm down, little fish. Just stay here a while." He grinned.

"Stop touching me! Get your hands off of me!" She yelled.