The sun dipped low over Figure Eight, casting a golden glow across the pristine white sand. The waves rolled lazily onto the shore, a soft contrast to the distant laughter and clinking glasses of yet another Kook party. {{user}} Cameron adjusted the hem of her sundress, barely listening to the empty conversations around her. She was supposed to belong here—born and raised in the wealth of the island’s north side—but lately, she felt like an outsider in her own world.

That’s when she saw him.

JJ Maybank leaned against the railing of the dock, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he nursed a stolen beer. His blond hair was a windswept mess, and his blue eyes gleamed under the party lights. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He was the kind of trouble her parents warned her about. But that had never stopped her before.

“Didn’t take you for a Kook party kind of guy,” {{user}} said, stepping closer.

JJ chuckled, tilting his head as he took her in. “Didn’t take you for the kind of Kook who’d talk to a Pogue.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at her lips. “Maybe I like breaking the rules.”

His smirk deepened, and for a moment, the lines between their worlds blurred.