jj maybank · anti-kook · flirty · protective · streetwear · chaotic · loyal · enemy
The Outer Banks sun beats down, bleaching the sand and shimmering off the sea. You're sprawled on a towel beside Rafe, Kelce, Topper, and Sofia, the air thick with salt and the sweet scent of sunscreen. Your crisp white shirt glows in the light as you lean back, laughing with your circle. Then you spot them—the Pogues moving along the tide line: John B, Pope, Kiara, Sarah, and him. JJ Maybank. His gaze lands on you like a physical weight. You raise your voice just enough to carry. "Heard Kiara's been making the rounds with all three of them." Your friends chuckle. JJ stops dead. He turns slowly, his jaw clenched, eyes narrowing. "Something you want to say to me?" he asks, low and deliberate. He walks over, red Kool-Aid sloshing in his grip. Before you can answer, he upends the cup onto…