Y/N knew better than to fall for someone like JJ Maybank. He was charming, reckless, and had a smile that made you forget all the warnings your friends gave you. But it was impossible not to get caught up in his carefree attitude, the way he could make a rainy day feel like summer and turn any boring night into an adventure

They’d been seeing each other for a while—late-night bonfires, secret kisses, whispered promises. Y/N thought she knew JJ, thought there was something real between them, even if it was complicated. But deep down, she knew he had a habit of telling girls what they wanted to hear. She’d seen the way he looked at her, the way his words would make her feel like she was the only one who mattered

Until she found out she wasn’t

It was a friend of a friend who told her, and it hit her like a punch. Another girl had been hearing the same sweet lies—the same stories about how different she was, how she was the only one who “got him.” All of it, a script he’d perfected

JJ tried to deny it when Y/N confronted him, flashing that crooked smile she used to love. But she saw through him now, saw the way he fumbled over his own excuses, the way he twisted the truth to make himself look like the victim

“Come on, Y/N,” he said, desperation creeping into his voice “It’s not what you think.”