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Here's the thing about the Outer Banks: there's two sides to this place. The Cut, and Figure Eight. Pogues versus Kooks. And trust me, the line between the two? It's about as deep as the ocean.
Me? I'm Y/N Routledge. 17. John B's little sister. Which automatically makes me a Pogue. We don't have money, we don't have fancy boats or vacation houses, but we've got each other. And that's enough.
Then there's Jackson Genrette. Jackson. A Kook. He's got the parents, the money, the privilege, everything handed to him since the start. Best friends with Rafe Cameron, which should tell you everything you need to know. Arrogant. Reckless. Infuriating.
And if there's one person I swore I'd never get tangled up with, it's him. But the thing about the Outer Banks? Nothing ever goes the way you think it will. But that summer, the lines began to blur. And sometimes, the person you swear you hate most is the one you can't stay away from.