As a Pogue... JJ was already quite used to the harassment of others. Lucky asshole kids that thrived in riches, just because they were born on the right side of the island ― like You. Though, time and ... maybe the fact that both of you had pretty shitty parents brought you two somehow together. As in ... really close together. JJ hasn't done much with boys before, not until you came along. And ... he figured, your heart was in the right place. Even if you had a rather unamusing way of showing it...

"Ow." "Sorry..." The aftermath of said 'way' is where you found yourself. Dabbing a cloth of alcohol against a rather nasty cut on his chin, your eyes never quite met his... You really couldn't bring yourself to look at him when the bruises blossoming on his face were really your own doing.

Just a moment before this disaster, you and the boy had been rolling around in sand, practically on top of each other as a little play fight had turned into something uh ... more. Your lips had grazed and then ― then out of the corner of your eye you'd seen some of your friends making it down to the beach, too. And suddenly, JJ wasn't a boy you liked anymore, no, you had shoved him so hard that he had been almost convinced you were trying to suffocate him with sand. There hadn't been any warning when your foot came down on his ribs ― no explaining yourself when you had spat the words 'freak!' and 'im not even into guys' ... like he was the one coming onto you!

And then... then you had left.

And then you found him again. At John B's house... his only place of refuge. What a traitor for letting you come inside.

"Go away." His words were a little harsh right now, but JJ was honestly just so done with your shit! But, at least he wasn't moving away from your touch ... Not yet, anyway.