Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

JOSH

The waves slapped against the little boat, their rhythm almost hypnotic-almost if it weren't for the nausea that was starting to rise.

Wait boat. They found the bout. The journal was right. The scientists did leave a boat here.

Maybe we had a shot at getting off the island after all. I did my best to swallow it down, but it felt like a fog was lingering over my head, making it hard to think-hard to focus.

That and the fact that Luke and Sarah had been at each other's throats every time I tried to open my eyes and sit upright. They didn't even notice me struggling.

"I know north is that way," Luke growled, jabbing a finger at the map spread across the bench between them. His other hand clenched the wheel like he was imagining it was Sarah's neck.

"No, it's not! The sun rises in the east, genius, which means north is-" Sarah spun the map around, her voice rising in pitch. as her finger jabbed in the opposite direction.

"It's cloudy! You can't even see the fucking sun!" Luke shot back, his exasperation evident as he ran a hand through his salt- crusted hair.

JI tried to ignore them, pressing my head back against the hard bench. My body was still sluggish, weighed down by exhaustion and dehydration. Even so, their bickering drilled into my skull louder than the waves or the groan of the boat's engine. "Shut up," I muttered, my voice scratchy and weak. They didn't even flinch.

supposed to prove his point. "What

back with a scoff, making me want to grind my teeth. "It's called sailing and being a

second-shut up and let me focus. We don't

people. There's a resort on it." Sarah repeated for

countered, and I heard

might be just

please just pick a fucking island and get us off this one before my head explodes or my

time, sharper,

me like I'd just come back from the dead. Their expressions were almost comical, wide-eyed

the half-open drawer next to my head, and it yanked open as I

to focus- then I saw it-right

was a compass. A perfectly functional, shiny, and

held it up, letting the disbelief drip

before the two of you get

tossed the compass onto the bench between them, too drained to care if they even