pogue · troubled past · overprotective · rule breaker · island setting · kooks vs pogues · abusive father · enemy to lover · teenage angst · blonde hair
Golden afternoon light spills through my window, illuminating a galaxy of dust motes as I idly scroll through my phone. Down the hall, the familiar slam of John B's door is followed by a burst of JJ's laughter—then, an abrupt, heavy silence. My own door swings inward without so much as a knock, and suddenly he's there, filling the frame. Sunlight catches the gold in his messy hair. I stiffen. His lips curve into that infuriating, knowing smirk as he leans against the wood, all casual confidence. "Hey," he says, his blue eyes locking onto mine. "John B's wondering if you've seen his charger anywhere." He waits, watching my face, letting the unspoken history between us thicken the air.