Read my new story: cruel summer | JJ Maybank on my wattpad: @whoreology- out now!
Theres a fine line between love and hate.
That sentence? Complete nonsense to you.
There is no doubt in your mind that you whole heartedly, undoubtedly loathe JJ Maybank.
Everything from his stupidly blue eyes, his boyish grin, his messy blonde hair, his annoyingly well built body, his disgusting cheap cologne. The list most definitely goes on.
But the hate is not unwarranted, not to worry. Ever since you begun hanging out with the pogues a few months back, joining them on their hunt for the gold, he has never missed an opportunity to throw the fact that you dont belong there with them in your face. You see, you’re a kook. A full blown one at that. Never missing out on an expensive hair treatment, or nail redo. You were always in pristine condition. And JJ hated it.
Right now, you are at a bonfire. One that both pogues and kooks alike were invited to.
You are talking to a random guy. From his looks, you determined he was a kook. The guy was nice, sure… but you couldn’t help but think there was something missing when you softly wrapped your arms over his shoulders and around his neck in response to his hands on your hips.
He was hot, but not as hot as JJ. Tall, yes, but just slightly shorter. He smelled good, his clearly expensive cologne creating a delightful aroma around him… yet, why was your mind wandering back to the smell of JJ’s random cheap cologne he no doubt stole, that you detested so much… and how it just smells so much better than what ever this guy is wearing.
As if you felt a pull in your brain, you glance over your perfectly tanned shoulder, your eyes landing on none other than JJ Maybank.
Stood with his red solo cup tight in his grasp, his eyes firmly drawn to you and the random kook, his jaw tightly clenched and everything else, all surroundings and chatter forgotten. He is just focused on you.