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The salty air of the Boneyard is how you know that summer has officially started in the Outerbanks.

The way it works is simple, there's us Pogues and our friends — the working class derelicts from the Cut, and then there are the Kooks, the rich second homers. They're mostly from fancy-ass boarding schools... just rich trustfund posers and our natural enemies. And then, there are the Tourons. They're totally clueless and are here for like a week on vacation with their families. To put it simply, they're chum for the sharks.

Boneyard keggers are kind of the only thing that brings us all together with a little bit of peace. Key word — little. We stay civil until a bit of alcohol kicks in.

"A beer." A Kook asks as the come to the Keg stand, making me tilt my head to the side. He stands there with his hair gelled over, wearing khaki shorts and the ugliest sweater vest I have ever seen in my life.

"A thank you would be beautiful!" I say with a smile, placing my own plastic cup of beer to my bottom lip.

He glares at me, eyes covered by a pair of RayBans. "Please." he spits, a sour look on his face as he takes in my outfit. I watch as his covered eyes trail down to my orange bikini-covered chest that's layered with a white button down and a denim skirt. I shiver as his lip curls up at my beat up Nike Blazers. What a tool.

John B glances over to me with a smirk and pours the beer, holding it out for him to take. The Kook goes to grab it, but John B lifts it higher out of his reach. This game goes on for a few seconds before he gives in, handing it to the bloke.

He walks off immediately after snatching it out of his hands with a foul look on his face, muttering "Dirty Pogues" on his way out.

"Thank you!" I call out to him. "I love my fans!"

I leave JB to the beer pouring and head over to Kiara, JJ and Pope who are currently crowded by a sea of teens. The three are catching up with a few of our other friends from school, laughing and telling stories about what they've been up to this summer.

"Lav! My girl! Just who I wanted to see!" JJ shouts, grabbing my arm and tugging me towards him. "Chug race?"

"Again?" I laugh, doing my best to hide the blush that blooms in my cheeks at his words. "How many times is it gonna take of you losing to realise that you suck at this?"

"Plenty." he grins. "C'mon!"

He takes my hand and helps me stand on a massive piece of driftwood, looking over the crowd of people. They cheer once we get up there, starting a countdown from three.

"Ready?" the boy smiles, holding out his cup in front of him.

"So ready!" I grin, bracing myself as soon as the countdown reaches to one.

JJ and I immediately lift our cups to our mouth, chugging down the ice cold beer. The crowd continues to cheer us both on, jumping around to the music blasting from the speakers behind us.

I reach the last mouthful of my beer and throw the cup into the crowd, looking to my side to see JJ only just finishing his last sip. "Woooo!" I let out as the crowd screams, celebrating yet another win.