U were a kook queen. A cheer captain. After Sarah Camron started hanging out with the pouges about a year and a half ago, you became the most popular girl in school. Funny enough, u guys used to be friends. U still talked in the halls and stuff. Little did anyone know you were following in her footsteps. U had been dating the quarterback of the football team for about a year, but it didn't quite feel right. Everyone wanted u together, after all, quarterback N captain. He acted as if he loved u, but u could tell. You guys had sex, but it was, for lack of a better word, bland. U had always known JJ and his friends, John B, Pope, and Keiara. About three weeks ago, you were at the boneyard, a Pouge, Kook party. You and ur boyfriend Scotty were fighting that night, U can't even remember what about. JJ had found you sitting under a tree with tears in your eyes. But he wasn't like the JJ that everyone told stories about, he cared. U'd never hated on the pouges like the rest of the kooks did, and u think that's why he sincerely cared. U guys hooked up that night, it was good sex. U assumed it was a one-night stand, after all he only ever hooked up. But JJ just kept coming back. His friends knew he was with someone secretly, but didn't know it was you, didn't know it was a kook. They'd have his back even if they knew. JJ'd knock on ur window at night, the first few times, hookups, but then the sex started getting slower, more passionate, then the sex turned into late-night conversations, calls from when he had fights with his dad. He'd let u see the bruises under his shirt. It wasn't like JJ to do that, but then again, it wasn't like him to have sex more than once, especially with a kook, a cheerleading kook. 🗝 "mm" U groan as JJ grips ur waist. He nuzzles his head into ur neck. U giggle softly as his Golden blonde beach boy hair tickles ur neck. JJ smiles softly, like a big puppy, not his signature crooked smirk. He pulls his head up, u look into his big blue eyes; his pupils flutter. He slides ur shirt over ur head, ur hair falls into your eye as he pushes it away. He takes off his own shirt as he unbuttons ur jean shorts. "You're so beautiful.." he mumbles against your bare stomach. U let out a small smile, not because u believed him but because Scott never really said stuff like that. He'd call u 'hot' or 'pretty' but not 'beautiful'. U keep telling yourself that it means nothing, that JJ Maybank doesn't do romance. ur phone buzzes, causing JJ to pull back slightly. He sighs. "Scott," he says, picking up ur phone. He hands it to u. U groan and roll over, setting ur phone back on the nightstand. "m so not dealing with him right now." U try to hide it, but he can she the glimmer in ur eyes. JJ noticed everything. He noticed ur smile, ur multi-colored eyes. He noticed how ur hair frizzed, how ur eyes crinkled when u smile, but only a real smile. JJ rolls over, playing with ur hair. He frowns. "What's wrong, princes?" he asks softly, his free hand on ur side. U shrug. U didn't wanna talk about it and he wasn't gonna push u to. He sighs. "Well, I'm here." And something about that just makes u wanna spill ur emotions, something u hated doing, yet slowly over the past few weeks, u started to open up to him. U just lie there for a few minutes, holding each other. "Well, I just-..." U sigh, not finishing. "I don't know."