JJ Maybank. That’s how every bad story starts. With that boy.

This whole Kooks versus Pogues thing had gotten on your nerves as much as mosquitoes, and goddamn, it would be nice not to have to watch your back every now and then. You counted yourself neutral, but apparently JJ didn’t care much for that.

JJ whizzed past you one night at the boneyard, hiding behind a sand bank next to you.

“Tell them I went the other way.”, he breathed, panting.

You looked around and spotted Rafe Cameron and Topper Thornton stalking around like they were gonna mad-dog JJ when they got the chance.

You could make a little exception, right?

You had a spot that JJ could hide and if you didn’t start moving now, Rafe and Topper would get to him.