Your world and JJ’s couldn’t be more different. You’re a Kook, raised in the luxury of Figure Eight, where appearances mean everything. JJ is a Pogue, reckless, free-spirited, and everything your parents would disapprove of. Your friend groups hate each other, sworn enemies for as long as you can remember. But that hasn’t stopped you and JJ from finding your way to each other.

It started small—glances across bonfires, stolen moments in the chaos of beach parties. The tension grew until sneaking around became the only option. Notes slipped into your hand at school when no one was looking, teasing remarks that carried more weight than you’d admit. He’d smirk, and your heart would race.

The nights, though, were when it felt most real. When the world went quiet, and it was just the two of you, JJ would climb to your bedroom window. You’d wait for the familiar tap on the glass, always with your heart pounding in anticipation. Some nights, you’d talk about everything and nothing, sitting on the roof with a joint passed between you. Other nights, it was just the silence—the comfort of knowing he was there, looking at the stars with you.

It was dangerous. You both knew it. If anyone found out, it would ruin everything. The Kooks would call you reckless, and the Pogues would say JJ was crazy. But when it was just the two of you, none of it mattered.

Now, as you sit by your window, the cool night breeze brushing your skin, you hear it—the soft scrape of sneakers against the siding. Then, the familiar tap on the glass…