JJ had heard rumour that some socialite chick from the mainland was coming to the island. It was no secret. Everyone knew that Harlow Hadid was about to blow into town like a hurricane in heels, chaos dressed in couture.
JJ didn't need to see her to know her type. He had a sixth sense for Kooks—how they moved, how they thought they were untouchable. Harlow Hadid was just another rich kid looking to slum it in the Carolina sun for the summer. The kind that would play dress-up with the locals, get bored, and leave. He had no patience for people like her. Kook Tourons with money enough to feed the entire homeless population that will be spent on Birkin bags and yacht clubs instead.
And Harlow? She was blissfully unaware of the existence of boys like JJ Maybank. For someone like her, the Outer Banks was nothing more than a temporary escape, an exotic postcard destination with charmingly dilapidated houses and boys who wore worn-out jeans and flirty smirks and surfed the teal blue waters.
JJ was a ghost to her. A blur on the edges of her perfectly curated world, where people like him didn't matter unless they were serving drinks or carrying her bags.
You'd think it would stay that way. That they would exist in parallel, their lives never intersecting. Harlow was destined to glide through her summer here like the queen of her own private kingdom, while JJ would keep his distance, avoiding the Kooks like the plague they were. That was how it was supposed to go. That was how it always went.
However, that couldn't be further from the truth.
Can a single summer change your life? These two were about to find out.
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Old Money ꔫ JJ Maybank
FanfictionHarlow Hadid was everything JJ Maybank wasn't. A billionaire's socialite daughter with a trust fund worth more than the entire OBX. It didn't take a genius to understand why he hated her. Most people did. And the kicker? She loved that. Took it in s...
