"I'm just spitballing, here." JJ protested, shrinking back into his seat with false innocence. 
"You don't need to spitball. We can just sit in silence." Kie told him, facing forward in her seat once again and checking out the house for any movement. 
"Ranking wise, though," Kie rolled her eyes just at the sound of JJ's voice. He just never knew when to quit, did he? "Is John B better?"
"What?" Collins and Kie both spoke simultaneously in appall. 
Before anyone could say another word, Pope was sprinting back to the car, swiftly sliding back into his seat only slightly out of breath as he looked at them and said, "Phase one is complete." They all tried their best to not look like he'd just returned in the middle of an awkward conversation, but they might've been overdoing it because no one could look each other in the eye. 
That brought them to phase two, which meant lots and lots of waiting. Mostly for nightfall, because what kind of scheme would it be if it wasn't, but also because they couldn't go anywhere out of range of Pope's phone that was still sitting in Gavin's car. This led them to having to come up with ways to pass the time. And also time to work themselves up the nerve to call Gavin and put some pressure on him without foiling their own plan by stuttering over their own words. That took longer than anything. 
With her legs stretched out across JJ's lap, Collins used her phone as a flashlight to illuminate her notes while she quizzed JJ on simple sentences in Spanish. He didn't like it, but Collins had insisted on doing something and this way, she could kill two birds with one stone. "Donde esta el jabon?" She asked him to translate. 
Thinking hard for a moment, JJ shook his head and shrugged. "Where is the bathroom?" To be honest, he'd grown bored with her questions ever since she'd initially pulled the binder out of her backpack. But seeing as there was very little else to do and JJ couldn't ever really say no to Collins, he'd suffered through it. And that he did, suffer, immensely. 
Collins cast him a blank look. "JJ, that's like the fourth time you've used that as an answer." Clearly they were going to need to spend more time working on his fluency if he wanted to pursue his dream of fleeing to the Yucatán. She didn't mind the study dates if it meant that they could still spend time together. If they couldn't see each other during school then studying afterwards in between exonerating John B was going to have to do. 
"Well I figure that at some point it'll be right so I don't want to start switching it up now."
"I said, 'where is the soap.'" Collins informed him. "Jabon is soap."
"Okay, see," JJ sighed. "I'm never gonna need to know that word in real life. The only word I'll need to know is dinero, because I only speak money, baby."
Collins narrowed her eyes at him while Kie growled, "Where is the off button on that thing?"
"Maybe we should just get this plan started with." Pope cut in before Kie could bite JJ's head off. "Kie, why don't you call him?"
"Wait, why does she get to tickle?" JJ protested. Seeing as he'd been named the best liar in the group, didn't it make more sense for him to be the one to make the call? Plus, why did Kie get to have all the fun? The whole ordeal felt like old times when they'd prank call random contact numbers. Pope had to have been playing favorites.