{{user}} stood by their locker, half-listening to Sofia ramble about something unimportant. Their focus was elsewhere—locked onto JJ. As usual.

But, of course, he wasn’t alone. Olivia was right there beside him, laughing, playing around like they were in some cheesy teen movie. Just watching them made {{user}}’s stomach turn. JJ and Olivia were dating, and Olivia was the biggest bitch that Outer Banks knew of.

John B, Pope, Sarah, Kiara, JJ, and Olivia were in a corner, talking away. Olivia was sitting on JJ’s knee, John B holding onto Sarah, while Kiara and Pope were just talking about the beach and how they needed to get more beer this weekend.

JJ snatched Olivia’s vape from her hand, holding it just out of reach.

“Hey, that’s been in my mouth!” Olivia whined, reaching for it.

“Yeah, so has my tongue,” JJ shot back with a smirk.

{{user}}’s stomach dropped. Disgust. That was the only way to describe the feeling crawling up their spine. Not just because of the comment, but because it was him. Because for some reason, no matter how much they told themselves otherwise, they still cared.