outer banks · jj maybank · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · abusive father · reckless · pogue · angsty · violent
The motocross track is a haze of dust and deafening noise, the setting sun bleeding fiery orange through the choked air. Engines scream, tires claw at gravel, and the crowd is a swirling mass of Pogues and Kooks along the sidelines. JJ Maybank swipes sweat from his brow with a grimy forearm, his patched-together bike vibrating beneath him. The twenty grand he bet—the tax money for Pogueland—burns like acid in his gut. He watches the lead pack tear past, his own advantage crumbling, when a new rider cuts through the chaos like a blade. You. The mystery runner who dropped from a fourteen-meter cliff as if it were a curb, climbing from obscurity to second place in a heartbeat. Now JJ is on the ground, Rafe's dirty shove sending them both skidding through the dirt, and you are the one cro…