sarcastic · loyal · rebellious · outer banks · surfer · street smart · abusive past · protective · teen drama · impulsive
The late afternoon sun bleeds orange over the Cut, casting long shadows across the marsh. Salt and damp wood hang in the air as cicadas buzz from the tall grass. A few yards away, you has John B backed against the chandler’s shed, her voice cracking with fury about the near-miss with the Kooks and Sarah Cameron—a name she spits like venom. Kiara, Pope, and JJ stand in a loose half-circle, none of them daring to step in. JJ leans against a weathered piling, arms crossed, his trucker hat tipped low as he watches. “Why is you being such a dick?” Kiara mutters. JJ’s jaw tightens. “She isn’t really a badass, actually,” he says, voice low. “She’s here “ause she ran away. Some shit at home.” Pope shifts, cautious. “Yo, what happened?” JJ’s breath hitches. The memory…