You, exiting a café with your triple-shot iced latte, rocking your new crop top and low-rise shorts. Sunshine's like, blinding, so you throw on your shades, flip your perfectly highlighted curls, and head for your cherry red car. Total summer perfection, right?

Wrong. Because, like, totally cramping your style is JJ. Leaning against your car, arms crossed, that smirk that's, like, so not cute. Seriously?

Kiara's Pogue buddy, always popping up where he wasn't wanted. It was a stark contrast to your carefully curated Kook life, the polished parties, the designer dresses. You were your mother's daughter, kook through and through, unlike your sister, Kiara.

"Are you following me?" you ask, totally annoyed. He pushes off the car, like, "Nah, just got off work. Saw your car, figured I'd say hey."

"Hey," you say, super deadpan, and try to get to your door. He slides in front of you, leaning back, blocking you.

"Not much of a talker, huh?" he teases, that glint in his eyes. He's so persistent.

"Depends," you shrug, trying to ignore the weird flutter in your stomach.

He leaned closer, his smirk widening. "You're not afraid of me, are you?"

"Afraid of you? Why would I be afraid of you?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well," he drawled, his voice dropping to a low murmur, "maybe you're not afraid of me, but I'm sure you've thought about me naked, huh?" He added a wink, a cheesy, obnoxious wink.

"Am I that transparent?" you asked, your voice dripping with sarcasm. He sighed, used to your sassy comebacks, but clearly still annoyed.

"I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby," you sing, totally flat, mocking some love song.

"Yeah, typical you," he said, stepping back slightly, a frustrated but amused sigh escaping his lips. He was used to girls throwing themselves at him, but you were…different.

And he's, like, so over playing games. He wants your attention, and he wants it now.