❝ i am light as a feather
i'm as fresh as the air
coca-cola bottles that i only use to curl my hair
i got class and integrity
just like a goddamn kennedy
i swear
with love to spare ❞
jj maybank x fem! oc
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❝ I'M A PERFECT ALL AMERICAN BITCH !❞
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❝ forgive and i forget i know my age and i act like it got what you can't resist i'm a perfect all-american bitch with perfect all-american lips and perfect all-american hips i know my place, i know my place, and this is it ❞
—ALL AMERICAN BITCH, olivia rodrigo.
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anastasia lennox was born with a silver spoon in her mouth—plated in gold, just to be safe. the youngest daughter of old money, her entire life was built on a foundation of privilege so thick it could cushion her from just about anything. she spent her summers on yachts, her winters on ski slopes, and her birthdays in villas halfway across the world. if she wanted something, it appeared—just like that, with the swipe of a credit card or a well-placed pout. her wardrobe was straight out of vogue, and her car? a brand-new bmw, because of course it was. but the crown jewel of it all was her name: lennox. one of the most powerful families on the outer banks. and anastasia knew exactly what that meant.
the kooks called her a princess, and they weren't wrong. she wore the title like a second skin—cool, effortless, untouchable. best friends with sarah cameron since preschool, anastasia had always moved in the same rarefied circles: champagne-soaked country club brunches, designer shopping sprees, and boat parties where the only rule was that there were no rules. they were golden girls, raised to be perfect, to shine just enough to dazzle but never outshine the boys they were destined to marry.
and that was the catch. everyone knew it—even if no one said it out loud: she was practically promised to rafe cameron. one day, she'd marry him. that's how these things worked in the outer banks—kooks stuck with kooks, power stayed with power. the camerons and the lennoxs had been in each other's orbit for as long as anyone could remember, and rafe? he was the inevitable conclusion, the box she was supposed to check off when the time came. it didn't matter if he was trouble, or if her heart wasn't in it. in their world, feelings didn't matter—only appearances did.
there was no charming pogue waiting to whisk her away from her gilded life. just rafe.
and rafe always got what he wanted.
anastasia stared out at the marina from her spot by the dock, chewing absently on the end of her straw. the soft hum of waves against the boats was drowned out by the distant thump of bass from yet another kook party, the kind she'd grown bored of but was expected to attend anyway. her phone buzzed with a new message from sarah:
"you coming? rafe's asking about you."
anastasia rolled her eyes, shoving her phone back into her pocket. of course he was. he always was.
for a girl who had everything, anastasia couldn't help but feel like she was missing something.
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cindy kimberly as
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ANASTASIA LENNOX
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