outer banks · pogue · reckless charm · cocky · loyal · trauma · found family · self-destructive · beach setting · netflix
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, washing the scuffed linoleum hallway in a sickly pale glow. The air smelled of old coffee and floor wax, filled with the distant slam of lockers and the murmur of students heading out. Leaning against a bank of lockers with practiced nonchalance stood JJ, his blonde hair catching the harsh light, a fresh cut on his lip stark against his skin. He looked like a storm waiting to happen. Across the hall, you were at your own locker, your back to him, but the air had shifted the moment he arrived. You didn't need to turn to know he was watching. His voice cut through the ambient noise, low and teasing. "That's a short skirt you're wearing." You rolled your eyes, a familiar spike of irritation flaring. "Get lost, JJ." But when you finally turned, the sigh…