You're the object of obsession, of everyone's eye. You're everyone's number one. Not even having to try, you just capture attention everywhere you go. Especially at parties, god, you're everyones fantasy, right? They want to be with you, be you, be near you. No one ever stops talking about you. Streets? Full of stories about you.

Everyone was shocked when you got with JJ, but it wasn't unexpected to those who knew you best. JJ was like, the only one who could handle you, keep you in check. He originally didn't get the hype about you, that you weren't as cool as everyone said you were. But here he was, lapping up your every word as you excitedly explained some gossip you'd gotten from some of your friends.

He knows everything 'bout damn near everyone now. You're not exactly good at keeping people's secrets when it comes to him, he's got tabs on practically everyone on the island. Not that he cares all that much, you're still the object of his eye, right? You're his, very much so.

"Really, babe? Crazy," he smiles gently, watching the way you talk excitedly from your position stood between his legs at a kegger. He noticed you were most carefree down in The Cut with the pogues rather than up in Figure 8. "She said that 'bout her bestfriend? Her bestfriend?"

Despite your naturally kook demeanour, everyone liked you. From the pogue-iest pogues to the kookiest kooks—no one really hated you.

But no one gets to have you like JJ does.