𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄 , ᵒᵇˣ

i. chapter one ⭑

𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄
𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 1,2,3,4
𝘫𝘫 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
— @𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 | 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 . . . the Pogues missed one of the Core Four? Jackson Genrette is one of the Kook Royalties, he's known for having a sense of humor and being an unexpectedly down-to-earth guy. While he is sometimes a spoiled brat, everyone loves him, and he sure knows how to party. He's the perfect mix of laid-back vibes and Kook confidence, earning his spot as a favorite among the crowd.

Figure Eight was the ultimate Kook hangout—a place to ditch Pogues and party. Eleanora Flores was the definition of a Kook: daddy's money, always on a yacht, and living that effortless life. She fit perfectly into the 'Royalty' crowd that kept Figure Eight full of parties and drama.

Clicking the key into the slot, Eleanora began her descent through the golf course—later than usual to her friends' outing. The turf had been freshly shaved, so there were hardly any bumps on the grass.

Her pink visor shielded the sun from her face, allowing her to focus properly on finding her friends. They weren't hard to find, though, a group of laughing and immature teenagers.

A smile slowly grew on her face as the cart came to a slow pause. Retrieving the key, Eleanora turned her legs to the side and hopped off the vehicle, waving to her friends.

Her closest friend had been Sarah Cameron, a sweetheart she had known since the first grade. The two had always been best friends, and disagreements were irregular. They were practically sisters at their point of friendship.

Jackson Genrette was her other best friend—her other-half, as Eleanora would call him. They had been inseparable since they met at Kildare Academy in 9th grade, and loads of people liked to assume they were dating.

Despite the two being close, he was cocky and could be labelled as a slight douchebag. He had manipulation problems, too—ones that rooted from his father, Chandler Groff. Eleanora had been one of his pillars during the time he got over his father leaving and healing from the behavioral issues Groff had left behind.

Rafe and Topper were a different story. Everyone in their friend group was pretty spoiled and labelled as brats but they both were . . . douchebags, to put it straight.

The elder Cameron brother had problems, and Eleanora only learned this fully when she dated him at 14 —a huge mistake. But for Topper, the two weren't familiar to each other . . at all.

Jackson and Rafe were close to him, though. He has a huge crush on Sarah, and everyone knows it. Hell, she even likes him back. The two will likely end up together soon; it's inevitable.

"Finally, Elle!" Jackson called out, a warm smile across his face as the golf cart came into everyone's view. He lifted his club high in the air to show his excitement.

Sarah spun around, her grin dripping with amusement. "They're all being left in the dust. You should join the girls' team; it's way better over here," the Cameron girl teased, earning chuckles from everyone.

"Why would I team with the losers?" Eleanora said in reference to the boys standing there. Taking her club-bag off her arm and setting the leg down, she turned to Topper, Rafe, and Jackson, grinning.

Sarah walked up beside her, "Prepare to lose," Elle added. Pressing her pointer finger to her lip, the girl spent a second deciding what club to pick—eventually going for her driver.