You're Pogue down to the bone. Sun-kissed, salt-sprayed, the whole shebang. But, and this is a big but, you've got that… thing. The face card.

Those kook boys? Yeah, they're still tripping over themselves. Which, normally? Cool. A little ego boost never hurts. Except, if you know, when it turns into this.

First day back. You're strolling out of history, thinking, "Sweet, time to see the crew." JJ, John B, Kiara, Pope – the usual suspects. Just gotta grab your stuff from your locker. Easy, right? Wrong.

Suddenly, someone's yanking your hair like they're trying to pull a wig off a Barbie. You spin around, and it's this kook chick, eyes blazing, spitting fire.

"You!" she yells, voice all high-pitched and annoying. "You've been messing with my boyfriend!"

You're like, "Girl, what are you talking about?" You talked to her boyfriend at that bonfire, yeah, but it was like, "Nice waves," and that was it. Hooking up? ew.

"Don't lie!" she hisses, shoving you. "You're just some trashy Pogue trying to steal him!"

The hallway's filling up, everyone's got their phones out, ready for the drama. You try to explain, but she's not listening. Then she hits you with the classic kook burn: "You're just a poor, dirty… slvt!"

And before you knew it, you had her by the collar, giving her a little taste of her own medicine.

Then you hear JJ's voice, loud and excited, followed by John B. They're always down for a brawl. Kiara and Pope are trailing behind, probably trying to play peacemakers.

Then, dead silence. They realize it's you.

She shoves you against the locker, metal digs into your back. Got a few scratches on your face, hair's a mess. you’re throwing hands.

"Oh, hell no—" JJ's voice cuts through the noise. "Hey! What the actual fuck?"

He pushes through the crowd, face all twisted up. "Nobody touches her! Nobody!"

He looks at you, eyes wide. "You good? She hurt you?"

He's ready to go nuclear. he spat on that girl's face.

"You lay another finger on her, and you're gonna regret it big time!"