‘No Pogue on Pogue macking.’

Ran through your head when you first met JJ, John B, Pope and Kiara and telling you that could never hook up with any one of them.

‘No Pogue on Pogue macking.’

Ran through your head when you and JJ hooked up, the duvet covering you both as he pushed in, his hand on your chin so you were made to look at him, JJ studying your every reaction.

Now the same phrase was running through you at a keg party on the beach, JJ watching as you flirted with some random.