You're Kiara Carrera. called a kook, born to be a pogue.

JJ and you were having an argument, JJ thought you didnt care about him. he stood by his motorcycle, frowning.

"If you need us, w-we're gonna help you.. ill help.." you told JJ, JJ looked stressed.

"See its that right there, okay?! like- its so easy for you to say that!" JJ said, quiet for a moment and stepping closer to you. "And y'know why, because you're a kook. you're a kook, Kiara!"