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If there was one thing to know about Madeline Sophie—she was not into begging.
She was above it. She got what she wanted. Like, all the time.
It's how things worked for her.
She's a Kook.
But right now, she felt all kinds of stupid. All kinds of begging. She was not above getting on her knees and crying—because JJ Maybank was not listening to her.
In the last two months, Madeline Sophie had lost a lot for this boy and his dead weight friends. But in the beginning, she hadn't done this for JJ—or Pope. She'd done this for Sarah. But in the process of the Pogue life, Madeline had lost bits of herself—little by little. She had lost her calming ability to go with the flow. Her sister's admiration. Her mother's trust. And Sarah Cameron.
Sarah Cameron was dead.
And Madeline Sophie had never understood the word depressed till now.
What a fucking scam.
JJ Maybank's back was to her. She was sick to her stomach. She was in a too big shirt; Pope's. Her small shorts swallowed by the fabric on her short torso. Her feet were bare. There was goosebumps on her freckled skin; a slight chill to the night air. Outer Banks was feeling all types of depressing.
She was trying not to be too loud. It was late and they were outside her mother's home.
Ever since John B and Sarah drowned, JJ had turned all kinds of mean. I mean, JJ Maybank has always been a little mean—but it was the kind of mean Madeline could take. Because she's also mean.
But this? This isn't the same.
So, being quiet with JJ isn't easy. She wants to yell. She wants to wail. She wants to hit him. She's never had the urges to do those things before.
The words on her tongue still as he cuts her off. He's still got his back to her. "Sophie, I don't have time for this shit."
It's like she's been slapped in the face.
She scoffs, it's watery. He looks over his shoulder at her, his features are hard and he looks irritated. "Then what the fuck are you doing here? You came all the way over here in your daddy's truck—and for what? You answered my texts. You showed up—"
"Because you wouldn't leave me the fuck alone!"
He faces her now as he yells it. She flinches, which she's never done before. Lots of firsts tonight. She stares, eyes glazed over but she doesn't want to cry in front of him. Her arms wrap tight around herself and she digs her chipped nails into her own skin.
