Teenage Dirtbag || JJ Maybank ||

1. Kook Queen

My eyes roll to the back of my head as my father shouts my name. "Camilla!" it was no secret my parents always favored Topper over me. It was obvious to why, he listened, and he put up with their shit. Me on the other hand? I never did.

My names Camilla Thorton, "kook queen" and I hate it. I hate the reputation my family carries. No one ever looked at me as who I am. I'm just a side character in my family's popular life.

"what" I, the only natural brunette of my family grumbles while turning around. "don't be back to late" he sternly implies. "yes because I have so many friends to go see after work" I say before slamming the door behind me and getting in my car.

I make my way to the kookie ass restaurant I work at. As I do I watch another teenage boy exit the building. JJ, we almost never exchanged words but I knew who he was. He lives on the cut and drives an obnoxiously loud motorcycle.

Everyone hates him, especially Topper. I not sure why he seems like a nice boy. But he's a pogue so there's no chance of me ever getting to know him.

"Cami!" I hear a girls voice come up behind me. Sarah Cameron, quite literally my only friend. We used to be friends with Kiara to, I miss her. Sarah ditched her and dragged me with her. "hey Sarah" I smile.

We make some small talk as I walk into work. "there's a kegger tonight! Be there!" she yells as I walk into the building shooting her a quick thumbs up as I do.

JJs POV

I leave work with a sigh of relief. Being around kooks is not something I fancy. A familiar jeep pulls into the restaurant. Camilla Thorton, we've almost never talked. She seems different then the wrest of her family. I've seen her surf at night and skate around the cut.

She's a pretty girl, all the guys at school are after her. She was actually one of Kies friends until Sarah ditched Kie and dragged her with. Kiara talks about her a lot, she's just like Kie.

I pull into my house and the sound of blaring music comes from the inside. I rush to my room in attempts to avoid my father. All I need is clothes and I'm getting the hell out.

"there you are, I knew you'd get hungry" my father scoffs as I walk past him. "I just need clothes" my voice shakes. He just laughs at me, watching me coward to my room.

I take out my black duffle back I've had since before I can remember, stuffing clothes in it until it's about to explode. The picture of me and my mom sits on my dresser. I run my fingers down the side of the picture frame with a sigh.

I missed her, but she left and I had to get over it.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pick it up noticing my best friend is texting me.

John B
JB: massive kegger at the
boneyard tonight, wanna crash?
JJ: hell ya, I'll be over in a few
JB: See ya!

Camilla's POV

After shooting my parents a few BS text messages saying I'm staying at Sarah's I continue my shift. It was the same as any other day. Give people their food, go to the kitchen, repeat.

A 8 hour shift later I rush out to my car. It was around 8:30 so I reach into my backseat grabbing some clothes I'd left back there and change.

Without a care in the world if my parents find out I drive to the boneyard. The boneyards like a 3 layer burrito, there the pogues, the kooks and the tourist. Which makes it the best place to hang, but the places where the most drama starts.

I get out of my car and the sent of the ocean and weed hits me. Teens boom from the beach and music blast. This is gonna be a hell of a night.