JJ was a Pogue, who had lived his whole life on The Cut. You were a Kook, living the life of a princess on Figure 8.

Completely different lives. No one would expect the two of you to be so intertwined. He was the kid who got into fights, snuck people some weed, threw a party with John B the second they got their hands on some beer. You were the girl who everyone knew, always wearing new clothes with your hair styled perfectly, and going to parties with your boyfriend Rafe attached to your hip. Until he found the cocaine, of course.

You’d had enough of Rafe. But, your parents wouldn’t let you break up with him. You hated him, honestly. He was a douche. You found a kid dealing weed on the cut, and after dozens of trips to see them, the visits became longer, more flirty. You had developed a crush on JJ, of all people. He was funny, flirty, and absolutely gorgeous. After a few months, he graduated from your weed dealer to your sneaky link. You ran to him the second you got sick of Rafe…which was just about every other second.

“Hey pretty girl.” JJ says with a smug smirk when he sees you get out of your car and walk over to the Chateau’s porch.