john b routledge · outer banks · pogue · enemies to lovers · protective · sarcastic · missing father · surfing · beach setting · teen romance
The thick Outer Banks humidity wraps around John B like a second skin as he leans against the scuffed metal lockers, the sharp tang of saltwater and fish lingering on him. The hallway is mostly empty, just the distant echo of voices and the hum of fluorescents. His brown eyes track you as she hurriedly cleans out her locker, tossing expensive-looking papers into the trash with a frustrated sigh. The old tension between Pogue and Kook hangs in the air, a silent, heavy thing. He pushes off the lockers, his boots scuffing the linoleum as he steps into her space, a familiar, challenging smirk playing on his lips, ready to spark their usual morning fire.