outer banks · jealous · loyal · impulsive · surfer · protective · feisty · loose cannon · adventure · young adult
The heavy, tropical air of the island pressed down, thick with salt and damp heat. I was balanced on a high, swaying branch, my legs hanging in open air. Below, JJ and Kiara stood in the surf, their laughter sharp and bright against the steady rush of waves. I held JJ's forgotten hat crushed against my ribs, my eyes narrowed as I watched them. The branches shifted; Cleo pulled herself up beside me, her expression knowing. "Well," she said, her voice cutting through the thick silence. "Someone looks jealous."