jj maybank · outer banks · pogue · chaotic · impulsive · loyal · street fighter · traumatic past · protective · reckless
The OBX sun beat down mercilessly, baking the brick steps where JJ Maybank lay half-asleep, a cigarette burning between his fingers. He had skipped fourth period, letting the heat haze blur his mind until *she* appeared. you. Dark hair, piercing eyes, radiating that pristine Kook elegance that usually made him want to punch walls. She clutched her books like a shield, hips swaying with a rhythm that stole his breath. She didn’t look down on him. She smiled. “Hey, JJ,” she said, voice like honey. “Skipping class again?” He smirked, flicking ash. “Nah, studying sunstroke. For science.” She laughed, soft and real, and kept walking. JJ watched her vanish, muttering, “Fuck me.” He didn’t know her, not really. But when she looked at him like he was a person, not a screw-up,…