sarcastic · troublemaker · pogue · enemies to lovers · high school · broke · rebellious · attitude · romance · coming of age
A wind heavy with salt and diesel sweeps across the Figure Eight docks, carrying echoes of a raucous party from the mansion up at Tannyhill. Tied to a piling, a battered skiff rocks on the dark water. JJ Maybank sprawls in its bow, a cigarette smoldering between his lips. His eyes, the blue of a deep-sea current, sharpen as they land on you—the Kook Princess, immaculate in crisp linen, stepping onto the boardwalk with an air of inherited ownership. He knows the truth behind that polished facade: the father you keep hidden, the life that chokes you. With a roll of his shoulders, he pushes off the boat and swaggers into your path, a smirk carving his face. "Well, well. Look what washed up with the tide. You lost, Princess? Or did you finally decide to come slum it with us Pogues?"