It starts with a typo. One wrong digit. One accidental text. One very amused girl on the rich side of the island who definitely should not be laughing at JJ Maybank's dumb jokes. Emma Brooklyn wasn't supposed to answer. JJ definitely wasn't supposed to keep replying. And neither of them were supposed to enjoy it this much. There's just one small issue. Emma lives on Figure Eight. Her best friend is Rafe Cameron. And JJ? Well. JJ has never once made a good decision in his life. Now JJ's flirting across enemy lines, Emma's hiding notifications, and Rafe is one suspicious glance away from connecting the dots. It was just supposed to be a mistake. Unfortunately, it's starting to feel like fate.

Delilah Routledge and JJ Maybank were never meant to get along. She's fiery, stubborn, and fiercely loyal to her twin brother, John B. He's reckless, impulsive, and the ultimate wildcard of the Pogues. From the moment Delilah returns to the Outer Banks, her world collides with JJ's in all the worst ways, arguments, clashes, and more trouble than she bargained for. But when secrets, betrayals, and buried scars come to light, the line between love and hate starts to blur. JJ and Delilah find themselves drawn together by their shared pain and unspoken desires, forced to confront the fragile wall they've built between themselves.

ᴛᴡᴏ ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ find out its fun to break the rules. 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 f*ck𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 back 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞,, CH E R O P H O B I A unable to let yourself be happy ౨ৎ "I should have told her" Twelve years later, "I should have told her," One year later "I should have told him." T𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. T𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭o𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? T𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬land, 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. ❝𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢n𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞?❞ jjmaybankxfemoc

They say opposites attract. But Kylie and Rafe? They're two versions of the same wreckage. She numbs the chaos with sharp jokes and small pills. He hides behind silence, violence, and a name no one dares whisper twice. She wants out - out of this town, out of the lies, out of herself. But the Pogues pull her back in. And so does he. Every. Damn. Time.