thehellsakook

[thehellsakook]

@ofblemishwithin

Okay. I'll be there. {I nodded in agreement as I looped my bag over my shoulder and then walked away. This guy was a giant pain in the ass so I was more than happy to get away from him. Sucks that we were paired up for this project together, but what sucked even more was how much I already disliked him. My point in that is, I'm normally the girl who can find a way to get along with anybody. I had a lot of friends... Made new friends every time we moved to a new town or city, yet here, other than Sarah, I felt like a total outsider. I mean, because of some lame ass Romeo and Juliet type of nonsense going on, this guy hated me without even knowing me. It was total crap, if you asked me. I thought with disappointment as my brother arrived in front of the restaurant and picked me up} "Uh oh, I know that look... What's their name and do I need to kick their ass?" {My brother asked with a humored chuckle, but deep down, I knew that protective side would prevail if I needed it to} Did you know about all the division of this island? Pogues verses Kooks or whatever? {I decided to ask him instead. He pursed his lips and nodded in response} "Let me guess, a pogue giving you shit because of where we live?" {He could read me like a book so I wasn't at all surprised when he didn't even wait for me to respond before adding} "Maia, I know you're the type of person who makes friends wherever you go, and you'll make friends here too. Don't let people bring you down or ruin your mood because they're prejudice idiots. You're better than that... But I mean it, if someone's giving you shit, just give me a name..." {I gave a nod in response to my brother then flashed him a small but appreciative smile. I wouldn't dare give him a name, but I didn't adore how protective my brother was of me} Tomorrow's a new day, right? {I said optimistically as he drove us home...

The next day came around... Normal day of school and then Sarah walked me to the spot JJ said we'd meet up at. Given that Sarah literally dropped me off at the exact place to wait, I knew I was in the right spot. It was nearly 4 but I saw no sign of JJ yet. While I waited, I worked on some homework, but as the time continued to pass, I started to wonder if JJ was standing me up... A reality that I was quickly coming to terms with when it was quarter after four and then four-thirty} Seriously... Jerk's standing me up. {I muttered under my breath as I shot Sarah a text asking where this guy lived. Figuring if he was going to stand me up, I'd confront him in person to find out why. I thought in building frustration as Sarah gave me directions to his place, but I decided to wait a few more minutes to see if he'd actually show up before I'd take matters into my own hands}

Paths intertwined

@thehellsakook 

Outer Banks; it was made up of two sides. The rich freaks that lived on figure 8 and the pogues which were known as the people that had to scrape by. JJ was neither; well he was a pogue; it was his known family. But he wasn’t the guy that had people looking out for him. He had a dad but he was far from the father figure you’d picture in your mind. He was the guy that scraped by, with working on boats; that helped the rich across the town in order to make the ends meet, but he was also the dirty guy that tended to feed off any person that was willing to toss him money. 

JJ witnessed it first hand; the poker nights growing up. The smell of beer that stayed within these walls. The lack of food provided. JJ knew he had to count on himself. It’s why John B, Pope, and kie and I all stuck together. We helped each other when we felt in a bind. Kie was able to help more considering she lived in the big house; she was a kook yet she liked slumming it with us. She didn’t care what her parents said, all the warnings based on the rumors. It was always kooks vs the pogues what could I say? JJ though he had to fend for himself; he was the one who walked around at night; waiting for the wreck to close up; and Kie would help hand out any extra food the restaurant had. He didn’t like asking for help nor would you hear him say the words. But the pogues knew; his dad he was unreliable, the only person he could count on was himself. 

It was another start to a another school year. One JJ was dreading, he knew in order to make it life you had to learn. YOu had to sit through each boring class. He was his own kind of smart. He could pick up on cues, he could pick up on the simple concepts; but when it came to applying himself he froze. He rather let Pope do the work; and he’d feed the notes of each subject to him. Pope was the brains of the pogues; he was the school scholar that wanted to go to an ivy league school, and I had no doubt in my mind he’d make it. But me; I was barely getting by. John B had the smarts like myself; his quick thinking. But would we amount to anything? Heck no. All that in mind; JJ had pushed the simple supplies of a notebook, a few pencils into his backpack. Using his hand he zipped it; as he heard the calling from the windows. 

“ JJ Man let’s go.” John b neither of his friends dared to stay inside especially when his dad’s truck was parked outside. He had pulled the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Taking his gray baseball cap he brought it to rest over his sandy blonde hair. A pair of shorts he wore; an an old white T-shirt, simple was all the teen did. He closed the door to his room and made his way through the small home. He paused when he saw his dad head facing down against the arm rest of the couch. Same old day; he was passed out probably from his work last night; or the money he managed to trick out of his so called buddies. I had to roll my eyes as I took the keys for the boat; for after school. Tucking the key into my shorts pocket. I had stepped through the swinging doors spotting Kie and Pope. Eyes moved to try to find our missing friend; the one I had heard inside. Ducking my head down; I had felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck from behind. “ Took you long enough.” John B, I had used my hands to push behind me; in order to push the male down. 

This was us; joking around; laughing on the walk to the dreadful day at school. I never cared what anyone thought; the pogues were my life. The only ones I truly cared about. The walk was a bit longer compared to figure 8, as we stepped onto the pavements we caught sight of the sport cars, of the fancy cars; you’d dream of riding in. I had to roll my eyes; just another day. Topper and Sarah and their crew were hanging out by the small wall before the stairs. We had shrugged our shoulders as we passed. Stepping one at a time on the stairs until we walked right into the building. 

Pope and Kie had walked the other way as John B and I did our hand shake an agreement to meet at next class; math my worse. I had science first; the male ducked his textbook under his arm as he walked the distance to the class. Cap blinding his eyes from making eye contact with anyone. He had found a spot in the third row; the desk in front of him as he placed his book down. His legs in front of him. Hand had moved to rest on the edge of the desk when he spotted the brunette from the sports car; a kook. Figures. To his surprise she was directed to sit next to him; oh great, cue the roll of his eyes. JJ had barely acknowledged her. “ Ah okay.” As if I was giving out my name to strangers; attention drawn to the teacher as if I intended on paying attention.

[thehellsakook]

@ofblemishwithin

Gee, you're so sweet... Maybe you should go into the business of writing for the Hallmark corporation. {My eyes shifted into a roll. Completely using sarcasm now in response to his continued need to insult me} You really are an ass, but you're right, I'll be glad to be rid of you too. I mean, you're kinda cute and all. I'll give you that, but as a person, you're a total jerk. You really should work on the charms, Pogue. {Not even really understanding the whole Pogue versus Kook crap and labels yet, but I figured since he used the term on me, he'd probably appreciate my quippy humor in returning the favor to him} Pity shit? What are you talking about? I'm not showing you pity. Paranoid much? {My head shakes} Wow, you really have trust issues. It's like you're convinced that everyone is out to get you or something. Newsflash, JJ, I'm not your enemy. I'm not trying to pity you. I'm not trying to treat you like a charity case either, since that accusation was made earlier by you. {I muttered out} I was just trying to be nice since I was picking up my own supplies anyway. It would be easy for me to get the rest. That's all. Sorry I mentioned it. Geeze. {My eyes rolling into another roll} Fine. Tell me where and when, and I'll be there. {I agreed. More than ready to end this so I can get as far away from this jerk as possible. By now I pulled out my phone; sending my brother a text to see if he could swing by and pick me up since I was preparing to leave here the second this jerk confirmed the time and place for tomorrow. My brother agreed; assuring me he was on his way. At that, I returned my phone to my purse and took the last few sips of my beverage in preparation to leave here momentarily}

Paths intertwined

@thehellsakook 

Outer Banks; it was made up of two sides. The rich freaks that lived on figure 8 and the pogues which were known as the people that had to scrape by. JJ was neither; well he was a pogue; it was his known family. But he wasn’t the guy that had people looking out for him. He had a dad but he was far from the father figure you’d picture in your mind. He was the guy that scraped by, with working on boats; that helped the rich across the town in order to make the ends meet, but he was also the dirty guy that tended to feed off any person that was willing to toss him money. 

JJ witnessed it first hand; the poker nights growing up. The smell of beer that stayed within these walls. The lack of food provided. JJ knew he had to count on himself. It’s why John B, Pope, and kie and I all stuck together. We helped each other when we felt in a bind. Kie was able to help more considering she lived in the big house; she was a kook yet she liked slumming it with us. She didn’t care what her parents said, all the warnings based on the rumors. It was always kooks vs the pogues what could I say? JJ though he had to fend for himself; he was the one who walked around at night; waiting for the wreck to close up; and Kie would help hand out any extra food the restaurant had. He didn’t like asking for help nor would you hear him say the words. But the pogues knew; his dad he was unreliable, the only person he could count on was himself. 

It was another start to a another school year. One JJ was dreading, he knew in order to make it life you had to learn. YOu had to sit through each boring class. He was his own kind of smart. He could pick up on cues, he could pick up on the simple concepts; but when it came to applying himself he froze. He rather let Pope do the work; and he’d feed the notes of each subject to him. Pope was the brains of the pogues; he was the school scholar that wanted to go to an ivy league school, and I had no doubt in my mind he’d make it. But me; I was barely getting by. John B had the smarts like myself; his quick thinking. But would we amount to anything? Heck no. All that in mind; JJ had pushed the simple supplies of a notebook, a few pencils into his backpack. Using his hand he zipped it; as he heard the calling from the windows. 

“ JJ Man let’s go.” John b neither of his friends dared to stay inside especially when his dad’s truck was parked outside. He had pulled the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Taking his gray baseball cap he brought it to rest over his sandy blonde hair. A pair of shorts he wore; an an old white T-shirt, simple was all the teen did. He closed the door to his room and made his way through the small home. He paused when he saw his dad head facing down against the arm rest of the couch. Same old day; he was passed out probably from his work last night; or the money he managed to trick out of his so called buddies. I had to roll my eyes as I took the keys for the boat; for after school. Tucking the key into my shorts pocket. I had stepped through the swinging doors spotting Kie and Pope. Eyes moved to try to find our missing friend; the one I had heard inside. Ducking my head down; I had felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck from behind. “ Took you long enough.” John B, I had used my hands to push behind me; in order to push the male down. 

This was us; joking around; laughing on the walk to the dreadful day at school. I never cared what anyone thought; the pogues were my life. The only ones I truly cared about. The walk was a bit longer compared to figure 8, as we stepped onto the pavements we caught sight of the sport cars, of the fancy cars; you’d dream of riding in. I had to roll my eyes; just another day. Topper and Sarah and their crew were hanging out by the small wall before the stairs. We had shrugged our shoulders as we passed. Stepping one at a time on the stairs until we walked right into the building. 

Pope and Kie had walked the other way as John B and I did our hand shake an agreement to meet at next class; math my worse. I had science first; the male ducked his textbook under his arm as he walked the distance to the class. Cap blinding his eyes from making eye contact with anyone. He had found a spot in the third row; the desk in front of him as he placed his book down. His legs in front of him. Hand had moved to rest on the edge of the desk when he spotted the brunette from the sports car; a kook. Figures. To his surprise she was directed to sit next to him; oh great, cue the roll of his eyes. JJ had barely acknowledged her. “ Ah okay.” As if I was giving out my name to strangers; attention drawn to the teacher as if I intended on paying attention.

[thehellsakook]

@ofblemishwithin

{An amused grin pulled at the corners of my lips as I heard JJ's retort. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he was slowly... /very slowly/ warming up to me now. Don't get me wrong, I in no way expected us to be friends going forward, since I knew JJ still didn't trust me. Besides the jury was still out on whether he hated me at this point or not. Regardless though, this was a huge step for us. I mean, normally he'd have nothing to say to me but insults and judgy words about where I came from. The fact that he was actually trying to crack a joke, one that wasn't laced with an insult toward me, spoke volumes now} This is true... You'd have to wait to find someone else you despise more to throw constant insults at or else you'd miss having me around. {I joked in reply; all the while flashing him a playful grin as I popped another fry into my mouth. I don't know why, but I actually liked JJ. Kinda in a hate more than like, but still, I found myself wanting to be around him. Yeah, clearly I needed to have my head examined, but it was the truth nonetheless} If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were starting to warm up to me a bit... At least enough that you don't despise me as much as you did when we first met. {I added with a soft chuckle as I took a sip of my beverage} Anyway, do you want me to type of the outline and paper for our project, and then tomorrow if you're free, we can meet up to actually create the project itself? I can stop by the store and pick up the supplies we need once I leave here, if you want. {I know he said he wanted to do his part in the project, but I figured I could always just do it myself if he didn't actually want to, and that was all just lip service. Sure, I was intrigued by the idea of spending time with him and getting to feel him out on why he was so guarded and defensive with people he didn't know, but if he didn't actually want to help me with the project, it was no big deal because I could do this in my sleep}

Paths intertwined

@thehellsakook 

Outer Banks; it was made up of two sides. The rich freaks that lived on figure 8 and the pogues which were known as the people that had to scrape by. JJ was neither; well he was a pogue; it was his known family. But he wasn’t the guy that had people looking out for him. He had a dad but he was far from the father figure you’d picture in your mind. He was the guy that scraped by, with working on boats; that helped the rich across the town in order to make the ends meet, but he was also the dirty guy that tended to feed off any person that was willing to toss him money. 

JJ witnessed it first hand; the poker nights growing up. The smell of beer that stayed within these walls. The lack of food provided. JJ knew he had to count on himself. It’s why John B, Pope, and kie and I all stuck together. We helped each other when we felt in a bind. Kie was able to help more considering she lived in the big house; she was a kook yet she liked slumming it with us. She didn’t care what her parents said, all the warnings based on the rumors. It was always kooks vs the pogues what could I say? JJ though he had to fend for himself; he was the one who walked around at night; waiting for the wreck to close up; and Kie would help hand out any extra food the restaurant had. He didn’t like asking for help nor would you hear him say the words. But the pogues knew; his dad he was unreliable, the only person he could count on was himself. 

It was another start to a another school year. One JJ was dreading, he knew in order to make it life you had to learn. YOu had to sit through each boring class. He was his own kind of smart. He could pick up on cues, he could pick up on the simple concepts; but when it came to applying himself he froze. He rather let Pope do the work; and he’d feed the notes of each subject to him. Pope was the brains of the pogues; he was the school scholar that wanted to go to an ivy league school, and I had no doubt in my mind he’d make it. But me; I was barely getting by. John B had the smarts like myself; his quick thinking. But would we amount to anything? Heck no. All that in mind; JJ had pushed the simple supplies of a notebook, a few pencils into his backpack. Using his hand he zipped it; as he heard the calling from the windows. 

“ JJ Man let’s go.” John b neither of his friends dared to stay inside especially when his dad’s truck was parked outside. He had pulled the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Taking his gray baseball cap he brought it to rest over his sandy blonde hair. A pair of shorts he wore; an an old white T-shirt, simple was all the teen did. He closed the door to his room and made his way through the small home. He paused when he saw his dad head facing down against the arm rest of the couch. Same old day; he was passed out probably from his work last night; or the money he managed to trick out of his so called buddies. I had to roll my eyes as I took the keys for the boat; for after school. Tucking the key into my shorts pocket. I had stepped through the swinging doors spotting Kie and Pope. Eyes moved to try to find our missing friend; the one I had heard inside. Ducking my head down; I had felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck from behind. “ Took you long enough.” John B, I had used my hands to push behind me; in order to push the male down. 

This was us; joking around; laughing on the walk to the dreadful day at school. I never cared what anyone thought; the pogues were my life. The only ones I truly cared about. The walk was a bit longer compared to figure 8, as we stepped onto the pavements we caught sight of the sport cars, of the fancy cars; you’d dream of riding in. I had to roll my eyes; just another day. Topper and Sarah and their crew were hanging out by the small wall before the stairs. We had shrugged our shoulders as we passed. Stepping one at a time on the stairs until we walked right into the building. 

Pope and Kie had walked the other way as John B and I did our hand shake an agreement to meet at next class; math my worse. I had science first; the male ducked his textbook under his arm as he walked the distance to the class. Cap blinding his eyes from making eye contact with anyone. He had found a spot in the third row; the desk in front of him as he placed his book down. His legs in front of him. Hand had moved to rest on the edge of the desk when he spotted the brunette from the sports car; a kook. Figures. To his surprise she was directed to sit next to him; oh great, cue the roll of his eyes. JJ had barely acknowledged her. “ Ah okay.” As if I was giving out my name to strangers; attention drawn to the teacher as if I intended on paying attention.

[thehellsakook]

@ofblemishwithin

{I knew regardless of how hard I tried, JJ still despised me. It was really lame and annoying when you figure why though. I mean, he didn't know me. I was a stranger for all intents and purposes, and up until we met, he's been nothing but an antagonistic jerk toward me, yet I still tried to be nice to him. A useless attempt on my part, and honestly, I didn't really understand why I was trying to be nice to him. The guy definitely wasn't someone I'd want as a friend. He was an ass. A stubborn, judgmental one at that, given that he decides whether or not to like or hate someone simply by where they live in this small town. Absolutely ridiculous, if you ask me. Either way though, we were stuck working on this project together, so regardless of our mutual dislike for each other, I made a promise to get us both an A on this project. After that happens, the two of us can go our separate ways... That's the hope, at least. I thought to myself as we continued making conversation with one another. Deep down I knew JJ didn't actually care about where I lived prior to here, or anything about me, for that matter, but he was doing his part to keep things cordial between us, so I'd do my part as well} Yeah... The longest we've lived anywhere was a couple of years. Honestly, I hate it. Sure, it's not bad seeing different places around the world, but it's hard to make friends or you know, to get your footing somewhere when you know you'll just be moving again before you know it. {I shrugged casually and took a sip of water before adding} You should be thrilled to hear that though since it means I'll probably be out of your hair again sooner rather than later. {An amused grin creasing my lips. My attempt to make a small joke now}

Paths intertwined

@thehellsakook 

Outer Banks; it was made up of two sides. The rich freaks that lived on figure 8 and the pogues which were known as the people that had to scrape by. JJ was neither; well he was a pogue; it was his known family. But he wasn’t the guy that had people looking out for him. He had a dad but he was far from the father figure you’d picture in your mind. He was the guy that scraped by, with working on boats; that helped the rich across the town in order to make the ends meet, but he was also the dirty guy that tended to feed off any person that was willing to toss him money. 

JJ witnessed it first hand; the poker nights growing up. The smell of beer that stayed within these walls. The lack of food provided. JJ knew he had to count on himself. It’s why John B, Pope, and kie and I all stuck together. We helped each other when we felt in a bind. Kie was able to help more considering she lived in the big house; she was a kook yet she liked slumming it with us. She didn’t care what her parents said, all the warnings based on the rumors. It was always kooks vs the pogues what could I say? JJ though he had to fend for himself; he was the one who walked around at night; waiting for the wreck to close up; and Kie would help hand out any extra food the restaurant had. He didn’t like asking for help nor would you hear him say the words. But the pogues knew; his dad he was unreliable, the only person he could count on was himself. 

It was another start to a another school year. One JJ was dreading, he knew in order to make it life you had to learn. YOu had to sit through each boring class. He was his own kind of smart. He could pick up on cues, he could pick up on the simple concepts; but when it came to applying himself he froze. He rather let Pope do the work; and he’d feed the notes of each subject to him. Pope was the brains of the pogues; he was the school scholar that wanted to go to an ivy league school, and I had no doubt in my mind he’d make it. But me; I was barely getting by. John B had the smarts like myself; his quick thinking. But would we amount to anything? Heck no. All that in mind; JJ had pushed the simple supplies of a notebook, a few pencils into his backpack. Using his hand he zipped it; as he heard the calling from the windows. 

“ JJ Man let’s go.” John b neither of his friends dared to stay inside especially when his dad’s truck was parked outside. He had pulled the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Taking his gray baseball cap he brought it to rest over his sandy blonde hair. A pair of shorts he wore; an an old white T-shirt, simple was all the teen did. He closed the door to his room and made his way through the small home. He paused when he saw his dad head facing down against the arm rest of the couch. Same old day; he was passed out probably from his work last night; or the money he managed to trick out of his so called buddies. I had to roll my eyes as I took the keys for the boat; for after school. Tucking the key into my shorts pocket. I had stepped through the swinging doors spotting Kie and Pope. Eyes moved to try to find our missing friend; the one I had heard inside. Ducking my head down; I had felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck from behind. “ Took you long enough.” John B, I had used my hands to push behind me; in order to push the male down. 

This was us; joking around; laughing on the walk to the dreadful day at school. I never cared what anyone thought; the pogues were my life. The only ones I truly cared about. The walk was a bit longer compared to figure 8, as we stepped onto the pavements we caught sight of the sport cars, of the fancy cars; you’d dream of riding in. I had to roll my eyes; just another day. Topper and Sarah and their crew were hanging out by the small wall before the stairs. We had shrugged our shoulders as we passed. Stepping one at a time on the stairs until we walked right into the building. 

Pope and Kie had walked the other way as John B and I did our hand shake an agreement to meet at next class; math my worse. I had science first; the male ducked his textbook under his arm as he walked the distance to the class. Cap blinding his eyes from making eye contact with anyone. He had found a spot in the third row; the desk in front of him as he placed his book down. His legs in front of him. Hand had moved to rest on the edge of the desk when he spotted the brunette from the sports car; a kook. Figures. To his surprise she was directed to sit next to him; oh great, cue the roll of his eyes. JJ had barely acknowledged her. “ Ah okay.” As if I was giving out my name to strangers; attention drawn to the teacher as if I intended on paying attention.

[thehellsakook]

@ofblemishwithin

{I nodded along attentively and listened as JJ shared his thoughts and facts about the Camerons. To be honest, I didn't give a flying fart in space about Sarah's family. They were my parents' business, since they're the ones who associated with them. Still, it was good to know I needed to keep my radar up about Sarah's family; especially her parents and idiotic brother. Aside from that though, I tried to just mind my own business. I learned long ago that my opinion meant little to nothing at all to my parents. They let everything I said and/or felt go in one ear and out the other. Now if my "golden child" brother spoke up, you better believe they'd listen, but definitely not to me. It is what it is though. I flashed JJ a slight grin as he mentioned trusting one Kook. Obviously he was referring to Sarah, which meant if he could put aside his stubborn tendencies and prejudice aside for one Kook, maybe in time he would for me too} Then maybe over time I'll prove to be trustworthy to you too. And if not, no harm, no foul. Either way I'll give my part for the partnered project. {I aired out honestly as JJ eventually took the healing ointment from my grasp. I could see he felt leery about accepting even something that small from me, because he clearly didn't trust me, but the fact that he did meant we were possibly heading in the right direction of mutual trust} You're welcome. {I responded with a soft smile as I popped another fry into my mouth} So, have you lived here your whole life? {Knowing places like this tend to be a vacation home to families, and not a long-term thing. At times, like in my case, families move here for work or other reasons, but most visit it and move on, unless they've live here for a significant amount of time. Given how passionate JJ was about the whole Pogue versus Kook thing, I had a feeling this was one of those "born and raised here" kinds of cases. I could be wrong though. Either way, it didn't matter. I was merely doing my part to make casual conversation with him now}

Paths intertwined

@thehellsakook 

Outer Banks; it was made up of two sides. The rich freaks that lived on figure 8 and the pogues which were known as the people that had to scrape by. JJ was neither; well he was a pogue; it was his known family. But he wasn’t the guy that had people looking out for him. He had a dad but he was far from the father figure you’d picture in your mind. He was the guy that scraped by, with working on boats; that helped the rich across the town in order to make the ends meet, but he was also the dirty guy that tended to feed off any person that was willing to toss him money. 

JJ witnessed it first hand; the poker nights growing up. The smell of beer that stayed within these walls. The lack of food provided. JJ knew he had to count on himself. It’s why John B, Pope, and kie and I all stuck together. We helped each other when we felt in a bind. Kie was able to help more considering she lived in the big house; she was a kook yet she liked slumming it with us. She didn’t care what her parents said, all the warnings based on the rumors. It was always kooks vs the pogues what could I say? JJ though he had to fend for himself; he was the one who walked around at night; waiting for the wreck to close up; and Kie would help hand out any extra food the restaurant had. He didn’t like asking for help nor would you hear him say the words. But the pogues knew; his dad he was unreliable, the only person he could count on was himself. 

It was another start to a another school year. One JJ was dreading, he knew in order to make it life you had to learn. YOu had to sit through each boring class. He was his own kind of smart. He could pick up on cues, he could pick up on the simple concepts; but when it came to applying himself he froze. He rather let Pope do the work; and he’d feed the notes of each subject to him. Pope was the brains of the pogues; he was the school scholar that wanted to go to an ivy league school, and I had no doubt in my mind he’d make it. But me; I was barely getting by. John B had the smarts like myself; his quick thinking. But would we amount to anything? Heck no. All that in mind; JJ had pushed the simple supplies of a notebook, a few pencils into his backpack. Using his hand he zipped it; as he heard the calling from the windows. 

“ JJ Man let’s go.” John b neither of his friends dared to stay inside especially when his dad’s truck was parked outside. He had pulled the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Taking his gray baseball cap he brought it to rest over his sandy blonde hair. A pair of shorts he wore; an an old white T-shirt, simple was all the teen did. He closed the door to his room and made his way through the small home. He paused when he saw his dad head facing down against the arm rest of the couch. Same old day; he was passed out probably from his work last night; or the money he managed to trick out of his so called buddies. I had to roll my eyes as I took the keys for the boat; for after school. Tucking the key into my shorts pocket. I had stepped through the swinging doors spotting Kie and Pope. Eyes moved to try to find our missing friend; the one I had heard inside. Ducking my head down; I had felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck from behind. “ Took you long enough.” John B, I had used my hands to push behind me; in order to push the male down. 

This was us; joking around; laughing on the walk to the dreadful day at school. I never cared what anyone thought; the pogues were my life. The only ones I truly cared about. The walk was a bit longer compared to figure 8, as we stepped onto the pavements we caught sight of the sport cars, of the fancy cars; you’d dream of riding in. I had to roll my eyes; just another day. Topper and Sarah and their crew were hanging out by the small wall before the stairs. We had shrugged our shoulders as we passed. Stepping one at a time on the stairs until we walked right into the building. 

Pope and Kie had walked the other way as John B and I did our hand shake an agreement to meet at next class; math my worse. I had science first; the male ducked his textbook under his arm as he walked the distance to the class. Cap blinding his eyes from making eye contact with anyone. He had found a spot in the third row; the desk in front of him as he placed his book down. His legs in front of him. Hand had moved to rest on the edge of the desk when he spotted the brunette from the sports car; a kook. Figures. To his surprise she was directed to sit next to him; oh great, cue the roll of his eyes. JJ had barely acknowledged her. “ Ah okay.” As if I was giving out my name to strangers; attention drawn to the teacher as if I intended on paying attention.

[thehellsakook]

@ofblemishwithin

Hey, look at that, something we both agree on. {I said in a slightly teasing tone before adding} Rafe is an idiot. I can't stand him. And between us, I don't like Ward or Rose either. They're shady as hell. No viable evidence to back up my thoughts, but it's just a gut feeling, you know? {I shrugged casually before continuing} I've tried expressing that gut feeling to my parents before, but they listen to me about as much as they do a mop. Now if my perfect brother stepped up and said something, they'd probably listen in, but not me. {Taking a sip of my water before adding} It is what it is though. {I shared in an attitude of indifference. I was used to not being respected by my parents, so it was nothing new at this point} I appreciate the head's up though. But don't worry, I won't let it go to my head. I'm well aware that you can't stand me. {I flashed JJ an amused smile as I popped another fry into my mouth} Sarah's cool though. I'm guessing you despise her too because she's a kook, but I've been friends with her for a long time, and she seems to trust her own family about as much as I do. Especially her dad and brother. She can't stand them. {I added but I didn't really know why. JJ was stubborn. This was obvious. He had a preconceived notion about kooks and no amount of convincing was going to change his mind, it seemed. Either way, I had to at least try to make him see not all kooks are bad. Sarah was good and trustworthy, and although JJ made it clear we'd never be friends, I wish he'd see that he could trust me too. Again though, it is what it is. If he didn't want to be my friend, the way I saw it was it was his loss} Oh, and don't take this the wrong way, but... {I dug into my book bag for a special healing cream I kept with me, then passed it across the table to JJ} I used to cheer and play field hockey too, so I tended to end up with my fair share of bruises and injuries, and found this cream really helped with the pain and healing process. No, I know this doesn't make us friends, and I'm not doing this with ulterior motives, so don't go there. It's just that bruise on your cheek looks like it stings a bit, and trust me when I say, this cream will help. {Knowing JJ he'd be too stubborn to accept it. Probably throw it back in my face and get mad again, but I really was only trying to help now, so I hope he'd see I meant no harm or ill-will with my suggestion. Call it an extension of an olive branch, as the saying goes, or whatever}

Paths intertwined

@thehellsakook 

Outer Banks; it was made up of two sides. The rich freaks that lived on figure 8 and the pogues which were known as the people that had to scrape by. JJ was neither; well he was a pogue; it was his known family. But he wasn’t the guy that had people looking out for him. He had a dad but he was far from the father figure you’d picture in your mind. He was the guy that scraped by, with working on boats; that helped the rich across the town in order to make the ends meet, but he was also the dirty guy that tended to feed off any person that was willing to toss him money. 

JJ witnessed it first hand; the poker nights growing up. The smell of beer that stayed within these walls. The lack of food provided. JJ knew he had to count on himself. It’s why John B, Pope, and kie and I all stuck together. We helped each other when we felt in a bind. Kie was able to help more considering she lived in the big house; she was a kook yet she liked slumming it with us. She didn’t care what her parents said, all the warnings based on the rumors. It was always kooks vs the pogues what could I say? JJ though he had to fend for himself; he was the one who walked around at night; waiting for the wreck to close up; and Kie would help hand out any extra food the restaurant had. He didn’t like asking for help nor would you hear him say the words. But the pogues knew; his dad he was unreliable, the only person he could count on was himself. 

It was another start to a another school year. One JJ was dreading, he knew in order to make it life you had to learn. YOu had to sit through each boring class. He was his own kind of smart. He could pick up on cues, he could pick up on the simple concepts; but when it came to applying himself he froze. He rather let Pope do the work; and he’d feed the notes of each subject to him. Pope was the brains of the pogues; he was the school scholar that wanted to go to an ivy league school, and I had no doubt in my mind he’d make it. But me; I was barely getting by. John B had the smarts like myself; his quick thinking. But would we amount to anything? Heck no. All that in mind; JJ had pushed the simple supplies of a notebook, a few pencils into his backpack. Using his hand he zipped it; as he heard the calling from the windows. 

“ JJ Man let’s go.” John b neither of his friends dared to stay inside especially when his dad’s truck was parked outside. He had pulled the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Taking his gray baseball cap he brought it to rest over his sandy blonde hair. A pair of shorts he wore; an an old white T-shirt, simple was all the teen did. He closed the door to his room and made his way through the small home. He paused when he saw his dad head facing down against the arm rest of the couch. Same old day; he was passed out probably from his work last night; or the money he managed to trick out of his so called buddies. I had to roll my eyes as I took the keys for the boat; for after school. Tucking the key into my shorts pocket. I had stepped through the swinging doors spotting Kie and Pope. Eyes moved to try to find our missing friend; the one I had heard inside. Ducking my head down; I had felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck from behind. “ Took you long enough.” John B, I had used my hands to push behind me; in order to push the male down. 

This was us; joking around; laughing on the walk to the dreadful day at school. I never cared what anyone thought; the pogues were my life. The only ones I truly cared about. The walk was a bit longer compared to figure 8, as we stepped onto the pavements we caught sight of the sport cars, of the fancy cars; you’d dream of riding in. I had to roll my eyes; just another day. Topper and Sarah and their crew were hanging out by the small wall before the stairs. We had shrugged our shoulders as we passed. Stepping one at a time on the stairs until we walked right into the building. 

Pope and Kie had walked the other way as John B and I did our hand shake an agreement to meet at next class; math my worse. I had science first; the male ducked his textbook under his arm as he walked the distance to the class. Cap blinding his eyes from making eye contact with anyone. He had found a spot in the third row; the desk in front of him as he placed his book down. His legs in front of him. Hand had moved to rest on the edge of the desk when he spotted the brunette from the sports car; a kook. Figures. To his surprise she was directed to sit next to him; oh great, cue the roll of his eyes. JJ had barely acknowledged her. “ Ah okay.” As if I was giving out my name to strangers; attention drawn to the teacher as if I intended on paying attention.

[thehellsakook]

@ofblemishwithin

{My eyes shifted into a roll as JJ referred to me as a stuck up kook. I knew it going into this conversation. I knew the second he asked me about my family that it was just his smug, narrow-minded way of setting me up for yet another insult. Wow, this guy really was a pain in the ass. I couldn't wait until we were finished with this project, so I wasn't forced to speak to him ever again. The guy was a real ass. A know it all who apparently thought him and his precious pogues were perfect. What a jerk. I thought as I sipped on my beverage. By now I was already in the midst of packing up my project ideas back into my book bag; figuring the sooner we ate, the sooner I could get the hell out of here and away from this jerk} I really wouldn't know. I know Sarah... We've hung out some when our families would get together, but I don't really know her father or step-mother. They mainly spend time with my parents. My dad and Ward always discuss business type of stuff, and my mom and Sarah's step-mom do the shopping thing together. I do know that I can't stand her brother though. I mean, you're a jerk and a real pain in my ass, but shockingly I think I like him even less than I do you. {I said with an unapologetic shrug. No surprise to JJ though because we had already made it crystal clear that we couldn't stand each other} My dad is a smart man though so if anything feels off, he'll get out of business with Ward Cameron. {I aired that part out confidently but honestly I didn't know if he would or not. Either way I made a mental note to talk to my brother about it... Curious if he saw any red flags when it came to Ward Cameron}

Paths intertwined

@thehellsakook 

Outer Banks; it was made up of two sides. The rich freaks that lived on figure 8 and the pogues which were known as the people that had to scrape by. JJ was neither; well he was a pogue; it was his known family. But he wasn’t the guy that had people looking out for him. He had a dad but he was far from the father figure you’d picture in your mind. He was the guy that scraped by, with working on boats; that helped the rich across the town in order to make the ends meet, but he was also the dirty guy that tended to feed off any person that was willing to toss him money. 

JJ witnessed it first hand; the poker nights growing up. The smell of beer that stayed within these walls. The lack of food provided. JJ knew he had to count on himself. It’s why John B, Pope, and kie and I all stuck together. We helped each other when we felt in a bind. Kie was able to help more considering she lived in the big house; she was a kook yet she liked slumming it with us. She didn’t care what her parents said, all the warnings based on the rumors. It was always kooks vs the pogues what could I say? JJ though he had to fend for himself; he was the one who walked around at night; waiting for the wreck to close up; and Kie would help hand out any extra food the restaurant had. He didn’t like asking for help nor would you hear him say the words. But the pogues knew; his dad he was unreliable, the only person he could count on was himself. 

It was another start to a another school year. One JJ was dreading, he knew in order to make it life you had to learn. YOu had to sit through each boring class. He was his own kind of smart. He could pick up on cues, he could pick up on the simple concepts; but when it came to applying himself he froze. He rather let Pope do the work; and he’d feed the notes of each subject to him. Pope was the brains of the pogues; he was the school scholar that wanted to go to an ivy league school, and I had no doubt in my mind he’d make it. But me; I was barely getting by. John B had the smarts like myself; his quick thinking. But would we amount to anything? Heck no. All that in mind; JJ had pushed the simple supplies of a notebook, a few pencils into his backpack. Using his hand he zipped it; as he heard the calling from the windows. 

“ JJ Man let’s go.” John b neither of his friends dared to stay inside especially when his dad’s truck was parked outside. He had pulled the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Taking his gray baseball cap he brought it to rest over his sandy blonde hair. A pair of shorts he wore; an an old white T-shirt, simple was all the teen did. He closed the door to his room and made his way through the small home. He paused when he saw his dad head facing down against the arm rest of the couch. Same old day; he was passed out probably from his work last night; or the money he managed to trick out of his so called buddies. I had to roll my eyes as I took the keys for the boat; for after school. Tucking the key into my shorts pocket. I had stepped through the swinging doors spotting Kie and Pope. Eyes moved to try to find our missing friend; the one I had heard inside. Ducking my head down; I had felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck from behind. “ Took you long enough.” John B, I had used my hands to push behind me; in order to push the male down. 

This was us; joking around; laughing on the walk to the dreadful day at school. I never cared what anyone thought; the pogues were my life. The only ones I truly cared about. The walk was a bit longer compared to figure 8, as we stepped onto the pavements we caught sight of the sport cars, of the fancy cars; you’d dream of riding in. I had to roll my eyes; just another day. Topper and Sarah and their crew were hanging out by the small wall before the stairs. We had shrugged our shoulders as we passed. Stepping one at a time on the stairs until we walked right into the building. 

Pope and Kie had walked the other way as John B and I did our hand shake an agreement to meet at next class; math my worse. I had science first; the male ducked his textbook under his arm as he walked the distance to the class. Cap blinding his eyes from making eye contact with anyone. He had found a spot in the third row; the desk in front of him as he placed his book down. His legs in front of him. Hand had moved to rest on the edge of the desk when he spotted the brunette from the sports car; a kook. Figures. To his surprise she was directed to sit next to him; oh great, cue the roll of his eyes. JJ had barely acknowledged her. “ Ah okay.” As if I was giving out my name to strangers; attention drawn to the teacher as if I intended on paying attention.

[thehellsakook]

@ofblemishwithin

{I could see that Kie girl hated me. She didn't know me, but somehow she hated me. Must be a trend here in this town since JJ also hated me the second we met at school. Apparently these people are just judgmental by nature, and with that, they are booming with serious trust issues. I thought to myself with a subtle eye roll as I sipped on some of my water. I casually shot the girl a glance as she practically fawned all over JJ. Okay, made a bit more sense now why she hated me. Apparently she had the hots for JJ and allegedly saw me as a threat. Little did she know that he hated me and I wasn't exactly a fan of his either, so she literally had nothing to worry about. I'd sooner date literally anyone before I would even consider an antagonistic jerk like JJ. I thought to myself as I took another sip of my water then lowered my cup to the table when Kie left and JJ resumed conversation} Yes, you've made it crystal clear that you don't like Kooks. I get it. {My eyes shifting into another roll. Wow, this guy really was an arrogant pain in the ass. Personally, I'll be thrilled when we're finished with this group project} We moved here for my dad's work. He's been business partners with Ward Cameron for many years now, and apparently Ward offered him a job opportunity he couldn't pass up. {I shrugged casually. No offense to this town, but I already hated it here. Of course it was always easy for my older brother. You know, him being the golden child and all. Not for me though. It felt like I was the black sheep of the family since I didn't worship money and prestige like they all did} So go ahead... Make another snide remark or toss out another insult over the fact that my father is a wealthy businessman who is friends and business partners with Ward Cameron. {I muttered out flatly. Knowing JJ couldn't resist tossing out insults my way, so why would this confession be any different? Especially in hearing the confirmation that my family comes from money and a prestigious name}

Paths intertwined

@thehellsakook 

Outer Banks; it was made up of two sides. The rich freaks that lived on figure 8 and the pogues which were known as the people that had to scrape by. JJ was neither; well he was a pogue; it was his known family. But he wasn’t the guy that had people looking out for him. He had a dad but he was far from the father figure you’d picture in your mind. He was the guy that scraped by, with working on boats; that helped the rich across the town in order to make the ends meet, but he was also the dirty guy that tended to feed off any person that was willing to toss him money. 

JJ witnessed it first hand; the poker nights growing up. The smell of beer that stayed within these walls. The lack of food provided. JJ knew he had to count on himself. It’s why John B, Pope, and kie and I all stuck together. We helped each other when we felt in a bind. Kie was able to help more considering she lived in the big house; she was a kook yet she liked slumming it with us. She didn’t care what her parents said, all the warnings based on the rumors. It was always kooks vs the pogues what could I say? JJ though he had to fend for himself; he was the one who walked around at night; waiting for the wreck to close up; and Kie would help hand out any extra food the restaurant had. He didn’t like asking for help nor would you hear him say the words. But the pogues knew; his dad he was unreliable, the only person he could count on was himself. 

It was another start to a another school year. One JJ was dreading, he knew in order to make it life you had to learn. YOu had to sit through each boring class. He was his own kind of smart. He could pick up on cues, he could pick up on the simple concepts; but when it came to applying himself he froze. He rather let Pope do the work; and he’d feed the notes of each subject to him. Pope was the brains of the pogues; he was the school scholar that wanted to go to an ivy league school, and I had no doubt in my mind he’d make it. But me; I was barely getting by. John B had the smarts like myself; his quick thinking. But would we amount to anything? Heck no. All that in mind; JJ had pushed the simple supplies of a notebook, a few pencils into his backpack. Using his hand he zipped it; as he heard the calling from the windows. 

“ JJ Man let’s go.” John b neither of his friends dared to stay inside especially when his dad’s truck was parked outside. He had pulled the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Taking his gray baseball cap he brought it to rest over his sandy blonde hair. A pair of shorts he wore; an an old white T-shirt, simple was all the teen did. He closed the door to his room and made his way through the small home. He paused when he saw his dad head facing down against the arm rest of the couch. Same old day; he was passed out probably from his work last night; or the money he managed to trick out of his so called buddies. I had to roll my eyes as I took the keys for the boat; for after school. Tucking the key into my shorts pocket. I had stepped through the swinging doors spotting Kie and Pope. Eyes moved to try to find our missing friend; the one I had heard inside. Ducking my head down; I had felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck from behind. “ Took you long enough.” John B, I had used my hands to push behind me; in order to push the male down. 

This was us; joking around; laughing on the walk to the dreadful day at school. I never cared what anyone thought; the pogues were my life. The only ones I truly cared about. The walk was a bit longer compared to figure 8, as we stepped onto the pavements we caught sight of the sport cars, of the fancy cars; you’d dream of riding in. I had to roll my eyes; just another day. Topper and Sarah and their crew were hanging out by the small wall before the stairs. We had shrugged our shoulders as we passed. Stepping one at a time on the stairs until we walked right into the building. 

Pope and Kie had walked the other way as John B and I did our hand shake an agreement to meet at next class; math my worse. I had science first; the male ducked his textbook under his arm as he walked the distance to the class. Cap blinding his eyes from making eye contact with anyone. He had found a spot in the third row; the desk in front of him as he placed his book down. His legs in front of him. Hand had moved to rest on the edge of the desk when he spotted the brunette from the sports car; a kook. Figures. To his surprise she was directed to sit next to him; oh great, cue the roll of his eyes. JJ had barely acknowledged her. “ Ah okay.” As if I was giving out my name to strangers; attention drawn to the teacher as if I intended on paying attention.

[thehellsakook]

@ofblemishwithin

{My eyes shifted into an amused roll when I heard JJ's reason for apparent offense. I could see he wasn't actually insulted and this was all just in fun retort now, so I decided to play along} Well, you talk so damn much that it would be impossible for me to remember everything you said. Besides, this whole grouping based on income name calling seems silly to me. To each their own though, I guess. {I shrugged slightly as I glanced over the menu. A little surprised that JJ was agreeing to have dinner together now, but I wouldn't complain. Hell, maybe if nothing else this time spent together now would make him see I'm not a horrible person} Topper... Wow, his parents didn't really give him a chance, did they? {I said through a laugh. What a stupid name. I thought with lingering amusement as I took a sip of my water. Glancing up at him with a blink as I heard him reiterate that he wasn't at all interested in me} Okay, I got it. You aren't interested in me, you don't find me attractive, and you'd rather be doing anything else other than hanging out with me, at the moment. Trust me, I've heard you loud and clear. You've made your point, so you don't need to worry about me getting the wrong idea. Besides, arrogant, judgmental jerk isn't really my type anyway, so you have nothing to worry about. {I said flatly as I lowered the menu down onto the table as the girl giving me dirty looks approached the table. Listening as JJ placed the order then asked if I wanted to add anything else. Truthfully, I considered it, but I could see this girl was ready to fight me as it is, for no justifiable reason, might I add, so I wasn't going to press my luck in ordering anything else. Especially since she'd probably just spit in my food or worse, if I did. Nah, I wasn't taking any chances with that} No, I'm good. Thanks. {I said politely as I took another sip of my water}

Paths intertwined

@thehellsakook 

Outer Banks; it was made up of two sides. The rich freaks that lived on figure 8 and the pogues which were known as the people that had to scrape by. JJ was neither; well he was a pogue; it was his known family. But he wasn’t the guy that had people looking out for him. He had a dad but he was far from the father figure you’d picture in your mind. He was the guy that scraped by, with working on boats; that helped the rich across the town in order to make the ends meet, but he was also the dirty guy that tended to feed off any person that was willing to toss him money. 

JJ witnessed it first hand; the poker nights growing up. The smell of beer that stayed within these walls. The lack of food provided. JJ knew he had to count on himself. It’s why John B, Pope, and kie and I all stuck together. We helped each other when we felt in a bind. Kie was able to help more considering she lived in the big house; she was a kook yet she liked slumming it with us. She didn’t care what her parents said, all the warnings based on the rumors. It was always kooks vs the pogues what could I say? JJ though he had to fend for himself; he was the one who walked around at night; waiting for the wreck to close up; and Kie would help hand out any extra food the restaurant had. He didn’t like asking for help nor would you hear him say the words. But the pogues knew; his dad he was unreliable, the only person he could count on was himself. 

It was another start to a another school year. One JJ was dreading, he knew in order to make it life you had to learn. YOu had to sit through each boring class. He was his own kind of smart. He could pick up on cues, he could pick up on the simple concepts; but when it came to applying himself he froze. He rather let Pope do the work; and he’d feed the notes of each subject to him. Pope was the brains of the pogues; he was the school scholar that wanted to go to an ivy league school, and I had no doubt in my mind he’d make it. But me; I was barely getting by. John B had the smarts like myself; his quick thinking. But would we amount to anything? Heck no. All that in mind; JJ had pushed the simple supplies of a notebook, a few pencils into his backpack. Using his hand he zipped it; as he heard the calling from the windows. 

“ JJ Man let’s go.” John b neither of his friends dared to stay inside especially when his dad’s truck was parked outside. He had pulled the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Taking his gray baseball cap he brought it to rest over his sandy blonde hair. A pair of shorts he wore; an an old white T-shirt, simple was all the teen did. He closed the door to his room and made his way through the small home. He paused when he saw his dad head facing down against the arm rest of the couch. Same old day; he was passed out probably from his work last night; or the money he managed to trick out of his so called buddies. I had to roll my eyes as I took the keys for the boat; for after school. Tucking the key into my shorts pocket. I had stepped through the swinging doors spotting Kie and Pope. Eyes moved to try to find our missing friend; the one I had heard inside. Ducking my head down; I had felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck from behind. “ Took you long enough.” John B, I had used my hands to push behind me; in order to push the male down. 

This was us; joking around; laughing on the walk to the dreadful day at school. I never cared what anyone thought; the pogues were my life. The only ones I truly cared about. The walk was a bit longer compared to figure 8, as we stepped onto the pavements we caught sight of the sport cars, of the fancy cars; you’d dream of riding in. I had to roll my eyes; just another day. Topper and Sarah and their crew were hanging out by the small wall before the stairs. We had shrugged our shoulders as we passed. Stepping one at a time on the stairs until we walked right into the building. 

Pope and Kie had walked the other way as John B and I did our hand shake an agreement to meet at next class; math my worse. I had science first; the male ducked his textbook under his arm as he walked the distance to the class. Cap blinding his eyes from making eye contact with anyone. He had found a spot in the third row; the desk in front of him as he placed his book down. His legs in front of him. Hand had moved to rest on the edge of the desk when he spotted the brunette from the sports car; a kook. Figures. To his surprise she was directed to sit next to him; oh great, cue the roll of his eyes. JJ had barely acknowledged her. “ Ah okay.” As if I was giving out my name to strangers; attention drawn to the teacher as if I intended on paying attention.

[thehellsakook]

@ofblemishwithin

{My eyes narrowed into a slight roll when I heard JJ's retort. Knowing I really couldn't argue with him over this, because I admit, I did feel a twinge of jealously at the thought of that girl over there being his girlfriend. Why though? God only knows because he's been nothing but an antagonistic ass to me since the moment we met. Even now while we sat here, he still looked for any chance he could to insult me} Good grief... You and this "kook" nonsense. {My head giving a shake while my eyes shifted into a roll} Do I need to remind you that I just moved to this town, so all that kook verses whatever the hell the other group is called is complete nonsense to me. Hell, I don't even know who Top is. {I shrugged casually and made a face before adding} Wait, is that someone's name? Someone actually named their child, "Top?" {My head giving a shake at the thought of that} Now that might just be more ridiculous than this obsession you have with kooks. {I said while sipping on some of my water} And as far as me being jealous of you and that girl, I admit, you're not so bad to look at, but your personality leaves a lot to be desired, so I'm going with, not a chance in hell. {I said with a nod but my eyes widened slightly in surprise when he suggested us grabbing food here so we could continue working on our project together} Really excited about this project, are you? {I said with a playful tone as I ultimately gave an agreeable nod in response} But sure, you might be an antagonistic pain in the ass, but the food here smells good, and I am getting hungry, so I suppose I can stick around a bit longer. Besides, the sooner we finish this project, the sooner you'll be free of me, so I guess it's a win-win for you, right? {I joked as I took another sip of my water then glanced over the menu that was tucked in a stand on the corner of our table} So, what's good here? Any suggestions on what I should get to eat? {I asked. Judging by the daggers that crazy girl was still shooting in my direction as well as the noticeable looks of pining she was sending to JJ, I assumed he spent enough time here to know what's good and what's not}

Paths intertwined

@thehellsakook 

Outer Banks; it was made up of two sides. The rich freaks that lived on figure 8 and the pogues which were known as the people that had to scrape by. JJ was neither; well he was a pogue; it was his known family. But he wasn’t the guy that had people looking out for him. He had a dad but he was far from the father figure you’d picture in your mind. He was the guy that scraped by, with working on boats; that helped the rich across the town in order to make the ends meet, but he was also the dirty guy that tended to feed off any person that was willing to toss him money. 

JJ witnessed it first hand; the poker nights growing up. The smell of beer that stayed within these walls. The lack of food provided. JJ knew he had to count on himself. It’s why John B, Pope, and kie and I all stuck together. We helped each other when we felt in a bind. Kie was able to help more considering she lived in the big house; she was a kook yet she liked slumming it with us. She didn’t care what her parents said, all the warnings based on the rumors. It was always kooks vs the pogues what could I say? JJ though he had to fend for himself; he was the one who walked around at night; waiting for the wreck to close up; and Kie would help hand out any extra food the restaurant had. He didn’t like asking for help nor would you hear him say the words. But the pogues knew; his dad he was unreliable, the only person he could count on was himself. 

It was another start to a another school year. One JJ was dreading, he knew in order to make it life you had to learn. YOu had to sit through each boring class. He was his own kind of smart. He could pick up on cues, he could pick up on the simple concepts; but when it came to applying himself he froze. He rather let Pope do the work; and he’d feed the notes of each subject to him. Pope was the brains of the pogues; he was the school scholar that wanted to go to an ivy league school, and I had no doubt in my mind he’d make it. But me; I was barely getting by. John B had the smarts like myself; his quick thinking. But would we amount to anything? Heck no. All that in mind; JJ had pushed the simple supplies of a notebook, a few pencils into his backpack. Using his hand he zipped it; as he heard the calling from the windows. 

“ JJ Man let’s go.” John b neither of his friends dared to stay inside especially when his dad’s truck was parked outside. He had pulled the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Taking his gray baseball cap he brought it to rest over his sandy blonde hair. A pair of shorts he wore; an an old white T-shirt, simple was all the teen did. He closed the door to his room and made his way through the small home. He paused when he saw his dad head facing down against the arm rest of the couch. Same old day; he was passed out probably from his work last night; or the money he managed to trick out of his so called buddies. I had to roll my eyes as I took the keys for the boat; for after school. Tucking the key into my shorts pocket. I had stepped through the swinging doors spotting Kie and Pope. Eyes moved to try to find our missing friend; the one I had heard inside. Ducking my head down; I had felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck from behind. “ Took you long enough.” John B, I had used my hands to push behind me; in order to push the male down. 

This was us; joking around; laughing on the walk to the dreadful day at school. I never cared what anyone thought; the pogues were my life. The only ones I truly cared about. The walk was a bit longer compared to figure 8, as we stepped onto the pavements we caught sight of the sport cars, of the fancy cars; you’d dream of riding in. I had to roll my eyes; just another day. Topper and Sarah and their crew were hanging out by the small wall before the stairs. We had shrugged our shoulders as we passed. Stepping one at a time on the stairs until we walked right into the building. 

Pope and Kie had walked the other way as John B and I did our hand shake an agreement to meet at next class; math my worse. I had science first; the male ducked his textbook under his arm as he walked the distance to the class. Cap blinding his eyes from making eye contact with anyone. He had found a spot in the third row; the desk in front of him as he placed his book down. His legs in front of him. Hand had moved to rest on the edge of the desk when he spotted the brunette from the sports car; a kook. Figures. To his surprise she was directed to sit next to him; oh great, cue the roll of his eyes. JJ had barely acknowledged her. “ Ah okay.” As if I was giving out my name to strangers; attention drawn to the teacher as if I intended on paying attention.

[thehellsakook]

@ofblemishwithin

Of course it doesn't. Why would it concern me? {I immediately said in defense, but my brows furrowed as the words left my lips. I didn't care... Did I? Was the thought of this girl giving me a daggered look concerning to me? Was I, dare I say, jealous that this girl might be JJ's girlfriend? Oh, hell no... I silently wondered to myself as my thoughts continued. I mean, why would it concern me? This guy has been a grade A jerk to me since we met. The thought of me having interest in someone who has made it clear he hated and didn't trust me would be the ultimately definition of pathetic on my part} Why would it concern me? I mean, you've made it clear right from the moment we met that you hate me and you don't trust me. I believe at one point you even called me a pain in the ass for trying to make conversation with you in class. {I said with a casual, unphased shrug before adding} And, you wish. {Okay, he didn't wish because as I just pointed out, he hated me and the thought of being stuck with me on this project was basically a nightmare for him, but it seemed like the easiest comeback I could form in a split second} Don't get me wrong, JJ, you're not so bad to look at, and maybe had you not been an antagonist, grade A jerk to me from the moment we met until the present meeting, you could possibly be someone who could pique my interest, but no. As far as I'm concerned, we're partners for this project, and you know, the offer still stands if you need me to tutor you or anything in your other classes, because contrary to what you think of me, I really am a nice person once you get to know me. {I said with a casual shrug as I sipped on my water} So anyway, we have a plan for the project, which is a good start... Are you free to meet up tomorrow after school, or even later tonight to start working on it? {I knew it was pushing dinner time, and figuring eating dinner with me would be the last thing on JJ's mind, I thought I'd suggest later tonight... or really whenever he wanted, because I was basically free to work on it whenever he was free to}

Paths intertwined

@thehellsakook 

Outer Banks; it was made up of two sides. The rich freaks that lived on figure 8 and the pogues which were known as the people that had to scrape by. JJ was neither; well he was a pogue; it was his known family. But he wasn’t the guy that had people looking out for him. He had a dad but he was far from the father figure you’d picture in your mind. He was the guy that scraped by, with working on boats; that helped the rich across the town in order to make the ends meet, but he was also the dirty guy that tended to feed off any person that was willing to toss him money. 

JJ witnessed it first hand; the poker nights growing up. The smell of beer that stayed within these walls. The lack of food provided. JJ knew he had to count on himself. It’s why John B, Pope, and kie and I all stuck together. We helped each other when we felt in a bind. Kie was able to help more considering she lived in the big house; she was a kook yet she liked slumming it with us. She didn’t care what her parents said, all the warnings based on the rumors. It was always kooks vs the pogues what could I say? JJ though he had to fend for himself; he was the one who walked around at night; waiting for the wreck to close up; and Kie would help hand out any extra food the restaurant had. He didn’t like asking for help nor would you hear him say the words. But the pogues knew; his dad he was unreliable, the only person he could count on was himself. 

It was another start to a another school year. One JJ was dreading, he knew in order to make it life you had to learn. YOu had to sit through each boring class. He was his own kind of smart. He could pick up on cues, he could pick up on the simple concepts; but when it came to applying himself he froze. He rather let Pope do the work; and he’d feed the notes of each subject to him. Pope was the brains of the pogues; he was the school scholar that wanted to go to an ivy league school, and I had no doubt in my mind he’d make it. But me; I was barely getting by. John B had the smarts like myself; his quick thinking. But would we amount to anything? Heck no. All that in mind; JJ had pushed the simple supplies of a notebook, a few pencils into his backpack. Using his hand he zipped it; as he heard the calling from the windows. 

“ JJ Man let’s go.” John b neither of his friends dared to stay inside especially when his dad’s truck was parked outside. He had pulled the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Taking his gray baseball cap he brought it to rest over his sandy blonde hair. A pair of shorts he wore; an an old white T-shirt, simple was all the teen did. He closed the door to his room and made his way through the small home. He paused when he saw his dad head facing down against the arm rest of the couch. Same old day; he was passed out probably from his work last night; or the money he managed to trick out of his so called buddies. I had to roll my eyes as I took the keys for the boat; for after school. Tucking the key into my shorts pocket. I had stepped through the swinging doors spotting Kie and Pope. Eyes moved to try to find our missing friend; the one I had heard inside. Ducking my head down; I had felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck from behind. “ Took you long enough.” John B, I had used my hands to push behind me; in order to push the male down. 

This was us; joking around; laughing on the walk to the dreadful day at school. I never cared what anyone thought; the pogues were my life. The only ones I truly cared about. The walk was a bit longer compared to figure 8, as we stepped onto the pavements we caught sight of the sport cars, of the fancy cars; you’d dream of riding in. I had to roll my eyes; just another day. Topper and Sarah and their crew were hanging out by the small wall before the stairs. We had shrugged our shoulders as we passed. Stepping one at a time on the stairs until we walked right into the building. 

Pope and Kie had walked the other way as John B and I did our hand shake an agreement to meet at next class; math my worse. I had science first; the male ducked his textbook under his arm as he walked the distance to the class. Cap blinding his eyes from making eye contact with anyone. He had found a spot in the third row; the desk in front of him as he placed his book down. His legs in front of him. Hand had moved to rest on the edge of the desk when he spotted the brunette from the sports car; a kook. Figures. To his surprise she was directed to sit next to him; oh great, cue the roll of his eyes. JJ had barely acknowledged her. “ Ah okay.” As if I was giving out my name to strangers; attention drawn to the teacher as if I intended on paying attention.

[thehellsakook]

@ofblemishwithin

{I don't know why I wanted JJ to like me so much. I mean, for all intents and purposes, the guy has been nothing but an antagonistic jerk to me since we first met in class. He clearly hated me, and I didn't understand why. He didn't even know me. Sure, I get the whole rival gangs nonsense, but I thought that juvenile crapped was saved purely for the movies. You know, ones like West Side Story or Romeo and Juliet. Truthfully, this whole Kooks versus Pogues things was starting to feel like some nonsensical knock-off script from West Side Story. I half expected the people around me to break out in the song, "America" at any second. My eyes shifting into a faint roll at the thought of that, but I found myself making another face when I saw some girl practically shooting daggers in my direction. Was she JJ's girlfriend or something? I wondered to myself. Or could it be possible that she was also a Pogue, and word had traveled to her as well that I'm from the Kook side of town?} Is that girl over there your girlfriend or something? {I finally asked JJ in a hushed tone as he continued glancing over the ideas I had come up with for our project} I mean, I don't care either way, but I only ask because she hasn't taken our eyes off of us since we got here, for one, and two, she keeps giving me really dirty looks. I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess that either she's your girlfriend, she wants to be your girlfriend, or she too is buying into this whole Pogue versus Kook nonsense. {I said with a shrug as my head gave a light shake. Wow, this town really is messed up. Leading me to further wonder why my parents would choose to willingly live here, of all places} But yeah, an experiment with the project seems like the best way to go. It would be hands on, probably score us a really good grade for going all out for the project, and it will be the class involved too. Seems like a win all around. {I casually added in agreement with his decision to take the experiment direction for our project}

Paths intertwined

@thehellsakook 

Outer Banks; it was made up of two sides. The rich freaks that lived on figure 8 and the pogues which were known as the people that had to scrape by. JJ was neither; well he was a pogue; it was his known family. But he wasn’t the guy that had people looking out for him. He had a dad but he was far from the father figure you’d picture in your mind. He was the guy that scraped by, with working on boats; that helped the rich across the town in order to make the ends meet, but he was also the dirty guy that tended to feed off any person that was willing to toss him money. 

JJ witnessed it first hand; the poker nights growing up. The smell of beer that stayed within these walls. The lack of food provided. JJ knew he had to count on himself. It’s why John B, Pope, and kie and I all stuck together. We helped each other when we felt in a bind. Kie was able to help more considering she lived in the big house; she was a kook yet she liked slumming it with us. She didn’t care what her parents said, all the warnings based on the rumors. It was always kooks vs the pogues what could I say? JJ though he had to fend for himself; he was the one who walked around at night; waiting for the wreck to close up; and Kie would help hand out any extra food the restaurant had. He didn’t like asking for help nor would you hear him say the words. But the pogues knew; his dad he was unreliable, the only person he could count on was himself. 

It was another start to a another school year. One JJ was dreading, he knew in order to make it life you had to learn. YOu had to sit through each boring class. He was his own kind of smart. He could pick up on cues, he could pick up on the simple concepts; but when it came to applying himself he froze. He rather let Pope do the work; and he’d feed the notes of each subject to him. Pope was the brains of the pogues; he was the school scholar that wanted to go to an ivy league school, and I had no doubt in my mind he’d make it. But me; I was barely getting by. John B had the smarts like myself; his quick thinking. But would we amount to anything? Heck no. All that in mind; JJ had pushed the simple supplies of a notebook, a few pencils into his backpack. Using his hand he zipped it; as he heard the calling from the windows. 

“ JJ Man let’s go.” John b neither of his friends dared to stay inside especially when his dad’s truck was parked outside. He had pulled the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Taking his gray baseball cap he brought it to rest over his sandy blonde hair. A pair of shorts he wore; an an old white T-shirt, simple was all the teen did. He closed the door to his room and made his way through the small home. He paused when he saw his dad head facing down against the arm rest of the couch. Same old day; he was passed out probably from his work last night; or the money he managed to trick out of his so called buddies. I had to roll my eyes as I took the keys for the boat; for after school. Tucking the key into my shorts pocket. I had stepped through the swinging doors spotting Kie and Pope. Eyes moved to try to find our missing friend; the one I had heard inside. Ducking my head down; I had felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck from behind. “ Took you long enough.” John B, I had used my hands to push behind me; in order to push the male down. 

This was us; joking around; laughing on the walk to the dreadful day at school. I never cared what anyone thought; the pogues were my life. The only ones I truly cared about. The walk was a bit longer compared to figure 8, as we stepped onto the pavements we caught sight of the sport cars, of the fancy cars; you’d dream of riding in. I had to roll my eyes; just another day. Topper and Sarah and their crew were hanging out by the small wall before the stairs. We had shrugged our shoulders as we passed. Stepping one at a time on the stairs until we walked right into the building. 

Pope and Kie had walked the other way as John B and I did our hand shake an agreement to meet at next class; math my worse. I had science first; the male ducked his textbook under his arm as he walked the distance to the class. Cap blinding his eyes from making eye contact with anyone. He had found a spot in the third row; the desk in front of him as he placed his book down. His legs in front of him. Hand had moved to rest on the edge of the desk when he spotted the brunette from the sports car; a kook. Figures. To his surprise she was directed to sit next to him; oh great, cue the roll of his eyes. JJ had barely acknowledged her. “ Ah okay.” As if I was giving out my name to strangers; attention drawn to the teacher as if I intended on paying attention.

[thehellsakook]

@ofblemishwithin

{This guy was a jerk. There was no if's, and's, or but's about that theory. He's been nothing but rude and antagonistic to me since we first met in class, and the insults just continued. Ordinarily I was a nice person. I usually tried to give people the benefit of the doubt, and just let their words roll off. Enough was enough, though. Sure, it would have been one thing if I had done or said something to piss him off or offend him, but that wasn't the case. He just straight up treated me like shit, simply because where my house was located. I've heard a whole lot of bullshit through the years, but that one might just take the cake, so to speak. Either way, given that the teacher told me to sit where I did in class, now JJ and I are paired up as lab partners in class. This wouldn't normally be something that bugged me, since I was willing to give anyone a chance, but in this case, we weren't exactly off to the best start, so I was fully prepared to do the assignment on my own, and then just sign his name to it, too} I guess we'll see. Something tells me you'll find that I'm not so bad, once you get to know me a bit. {Flashing him a sheepish grin as my shoulders rolled into a casual shrug. By now I had retrieved the folder; pushing it over toward JJ, so he could glance over the ideas I had so far for our assignment. I nodded in response to his suggestion} Okay, perfect. Let's go with this one, then. {I was pretty easy-going. Took a lot to get me riled up or annoyed, so even though I had told him off because I was tired of his insults and snap judgements, I was willing to start over and give him another chance now} Experiments can be fun. It would be more hands on this way, too, which will probably earn us a higher grade. I don't know about this school, but from my experience at other schools, teachers like when presentations are engaging and hands on. {I shared as a means of making conversation as I fished through my folder for a few ideas I had also put together for potential experiments. Once I found the papers, I set them out in front of JJ for him to take a look} These are a couple of ideas we could go with to fit that theme, if you want. If you don't, it's cool. We can come up with something else. {I said as I took a sip of my water; giving JJ the chance to look over the ideas}

Paths intertwined

@thehellsakook 

Outer Banks; it was made up of two sides. The rich freaks that lived on figure 8 and the pogues which were known as the people that had to scrape by. JJ was neither; well he was a pogue; it was his known family. But he wasn’t the guy that had people looking out for him. He had a dad but he was far from the father figure you’d picture in your mind. He was the guy that scraped by, with working on boats; that helped the rich across the town in order to make the ends meet, but he was also the dirty guy that tended to feed off any person that was willing to toss him money. 

JJ witnessed it first hand; the poker nights growing up. The smell of beer that stayed within these walls. The lack of food provided. JJ knew he had to count on himself. It’s why John B, Pope, and kie and I all stuck together. We helped each other when we felt in a bind. Kie was able to help more considering she lived in the big house; she was a kook yet she liked slumming it with us. She didn’t care what her parents said, all the warnings based on the rumors. It was always kooks vs the pogues what could I say? JJ though he had to fend for himself; he was the one who walked around at night; waiting for the wreck to close up; and Kie would help hand out any extra food the restaurant had. He didn’t like asking for help nor would you hear him say the words. But the pogues knew; his dad he was unreliable, the only person he could count on was himself. 

It was another start to a another school year. One JJ was dreading, he knew in order to make it life you had to learn. YOu had to sit through each boring class. He was his own kind of smart. He could pick up on cues, he could pick up on the simple concepts; but when it came to applying himself he froze. He rather let Pope do the work; and he’d feed the notes of each subject to him. Pope was the brains of the pogues; he was the school scholar that wanted to go to an ivy league school, and I had no doubt in my mind he’d make it. But me; I was barely getting by. John B had the smarts like myself; his quick thinking. But would we amount to anything? Heck no. All that in mind; JJ had pushed the simple supplies of a notebook, a few pencils into his backpack. Using his hand he zipped it; as he heard the calling from the windows. 

“ JJ Man let’s go.” John b neither of his friends dared to stay inside especially when his dad’s truck was parked outside. He had pulled the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Taking his gray baseball cap he brought it to rest over his sandy blonde hair. A pair of shorts he wore; an an old white T-shirt, simple was all the teen did. He closed the door to his room and made his way through the small home. He paused when he saw his dad head facing down against the arm rest of the couch. Same old day; he was passed out probably from his work last night; or the money he managed to trick out of his so called buddies. I had to roll my eyes as I took the keys for the boat; for after school. Tucking the key into my shorts pocket. I had stepped through the swinging doors spotting Kie and Pope. Eyes moved to try to find our missing friend; the one I had heard inside. Ducking my head down; I had felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck from behind. “ Took you long enough.” John B, I had used my hands to push behind me; in order to push the male down. 

This was us; joking around; laughing on the walk to the dreadful day at school. I never cared what anyone thought; the pogues were my life. The only ones I truly cared about. The walk was a bit longer compared to figure 8, as we stepped onto the pavements we caught sight of the sport cars, of the fancy cars; you’d dream of riding in. I had to roll my eyes; just another day. Topper and Sarah and their crew were hanging out by the small wall before the stairs. We had shrugged our shoulders as we passed. Stepping one at a time on the stairs until we walked right into the building. 

Pope and Kie had walked the other way as John B and I did our hand shake an agreement to meet at next class; math my worse. I had science first; the male ducked his textbook under his arm as he walked the distance to the class. Cap blinding his eyes from making eye contact with anyone. He had found a spot in the third row; the desk in front of him as he placed his book down. His legs in front of him. Hand had moved to rest on the edge of the desk when he spotted the brunette from the sports car; a kook. Figures. To his surprise she was directed to sit next to him; oh great, cue the roll of his eyes. JJ had barely acknowledged her. “ Ah okay.” As if I was giving out my name to strangers; attention drawn to the teacher as if I intended on paying attention.

[thehellsakook]

@ofblemishwithin

{This guy had been giving me shit and treating me like dirt since we met earlier this morning in class. Yeah, yeah, I get it. I'm a kook. Whatever the hell that even meant, since personally speaking, this whole pogue versus kook thing just sounded idiotic; both the names and the stereotypes, too. Regardless though, I was tired of JJ treating me like everything that came out of my mouth was a lie. Clearly this guy has some issues. It was textbook obvious that people had screwed him over, as well as broke his trust, but contrary to what this know-it-all pain in the ass might think, not everyone is a selfish jerk who is going to screw him over} That's fine. Don't believe me. Honestly, I don't give a flying fart in space if you believe me or not. You are a pain in the ass that thinks you know everything. Didn't you ever hear the phrase, "Don't judge a book by its cover"? So here's a thought, maybe give the person a chance before just assuming they're the damn enemy. I mean, seriously, grow the hell up. {I muttered out in annoyance as I started to pack up my stuff. Frankly, I was tired of being attacked and ridiculed by this guy. If he wanted to hate me, for no reason at all might I add, he was free to do so, because I was done trying to be nice to him. I was up on my feet by this point in time; fully prepared to storm out, because I didn't want to spend another second here at this table with this condescending asshole. Expelling a sigh of defeat though when I heard him request for me to wait. Wait? For what? Him to insult me some more? I thought with an annoyed look as I reluctantly paused at the table beside the chair I had previously been seated in. I intended to say something snarky in response, but I bit my tongue and remained silent when I heard him speak... Well, damn, this was certainly a different, more vulnerable side of him. I could see by his expression that this was uncomfortable for him, and he seemed to mean every word, which prompted me to give a brief nod in response before lowering myself back into my chair} Okay, I'll help you. {I quietly agreed as I opened my book bag up again to retrieve the folder I had with my typed up project ideas; passing them across the table for JJ to look at} Here's a few ideas that I had... If you don't like any of them, it's cool, though. We can always tweak these into something you like better, or just come up with whole new ideas. {My way of reiterating that I was all for us doing this project together} And for the record, I fully intend to prove you wrong in what you think of me. Over time, I am going to grow on you. You'll see. {I said with a soft grin and an air of confidence}

Paths intertwined

@thehellsakook 

Outer Banks; it was made up of two sides. The rich freaks that lived on figure 8 and the pogues which were known as the people that had to scrape by. JJ was neither; well he was a pogue; it was his known family. But he wasn’t the guy that had people looking out for him. He had a dad but he was far from the father figure you’d picture in your mind. He was the guy that scraped by, with working on boats; that helped the rich across the town in order to make the ends meet, but he was also the dirty guy that tended to feed off any person that was willing to toss him money. 

JJ witnessed it first hand; the poker nights growing up. The smell of beer that stayed within these walls. The lack of food provided. JJ knew he had to count on himself. It’s why John B, Pope, and kie and I all stuck together. We helped each other when we felt in a bind. Kie was able to help more considering she lived in the big house; she was a kook yet she liked slumming it with us. She didn’t care what her parents said, all the warnings based on the rumors. It was always kooks vs the pogues what could I say? JJ though he had to fend for himself; he was the one who walked around at night; waiting for the wreck to close up; and Kie would help hand out any extra food the restaurant had. He didn’t like asking for help nor would you hear him say the words. But the pogues knew; his dad he was unreliable, the only person he could count on was himself. 

It was another start to a another school year. One JJ was dreading, he knew in order to make it life you had to learn. YOu had to sit through each boring class. He was his own kind of smart. He could pick up on cues, he could pick up on the simple concepts; but when it came to applying himself he froze. He rather let Pope do the work; and he’d feed the notes of each subject to him. Pope was the brains of the pogues; he was the school scholar that wanted to go to an ivy league school, and I had no doubt in my mind he’d make it. But me; I was barely getting by. John B had the smarts like myself; his quick thinking. But would we amount to anything? Heck no. All that in mind; JJ had pushed the simple supplies of a notebook, a few pencils into his backpack. Using his hand he zipped it; as he heard the calling from the windows. 

“ JJ Man let’s go.” John b neither of his friends dared to stay inside especially when his dad’s truck was parked outside. He had pulled the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Taking his gray baseball cap he brought it to rest over his sandy blonde hair. A pair of shorts he wore; an an old white T-shirt, simple was all the teen did. He closed the door to his room and made his way through the small home. He paused when he saw his dad head facing down against the arm rest of the couch. Same old day; he was passed out probably from his work last night; or the money he managed to trick out of his so called buddies. I had to roll my eyes as I took the keys for the boat; for after school. Tucking the key into my shorts pocket. I had stepped through the swinging doors spotting Kie and Pope. Eyes moved to try to find our missing friend; the one I had heard inside. Ducking my head down; I had felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck from behind. “ Took you long enough.” John B, I had used my hands to push behind me; in order to push the male down. 

This was us; joking around; laughing on the walk to the dreadful day at school. I never cared what anyone thought; the pogues were my life. The only ones I truly cared about. The walk was a bit longer compared to figure 8, as we stepped onto the pavements we caught sight of the sport cars, of the fancy cars; you’d dream of riding in. I had to roll my eyes; just another day. Topper and Sarah and their crew were hanging out by the small wall before the stairs. We had shrugged our shoulders as we passed. Stepping one at a time on the stairs until we walked right into the building. 

Pope and Kie had walked the other way as John B and I did our hand shake an agreement to meet at next class; math my worse. I had science first; the male ducked his textbook under his arm as he walked the distance to the class. Cap blinding his eyes from making eye contact with anyone. He had found a spot in the third row; the desk in front of him as he placed his book down. His legs in front of him. Hand had moved to rest on the edge of the desk when he spotted the brunette from the sports car; a kook. Figures. To his surprise she was directed to sit next to him; oh great, cue the roll of his eyes. JJ had barely acknowledged her. “ Ah okay.” As if I was giving out my name to strangers; attention drawn to the teacher as if I intended on paying attention.

[thehellsakook]

@ofblemishwithin

{Apparently I let the seemingly "nicer" side of JJ turn out to be more in my mind than it actually was. Especially when I showed genuine concern to him for the evident, and painful looking bruises on his face, which prompted another scolding from JJ. My word, this guy was starting to piss me off} You know what? Let's do that... Let's cut the crap, because you've had a lot to say about me, and I'm sick of it. Let's get a few things clear here and now. One, you can make snap judgements about me all you want, simply based on the juvenile stereotypes of where my damn house is located, but I'm not like those kooks or whatever the hell you call them. I'm not some rich bitch, nor am I looking to treat you like some kind of charity case because I want to prove something. If you'd actually stop acting like such a judgmental, narrow-minded ass, you'd see I'm actually a nice person. One who is willing to do what I can for others, and one who also cares when she sees someone is clearly hurt. That said, me asking you if you're okay isn't some act, JJ. I do actually care, because that's the type of person I am. Look, I don't know what's so bad about kooks, nor do I care, honestly, because I think stereotypes are for losers and children, but let's be clear, everything I have in my life, I've earned and worked for. I don't take things from my parents, I work for what I have. I'm not my brother. He's the number one son, the golden child, and well, I'm the leftovers, in my parents' eyes. I don't have it easy, JJ. I'm not spoiled, and to my parents, everything I do is not enough, because I need to be more like my brother. It sucks, but you know what, I feel like I'm a better person because of it, so I adapted. I also don't have grades handed to me; I work my ass off for them. So fine, you hate me... You don't trust me, and you're fifty shades of pissed off that we got paired up together for a project, but you know what, if you'd just pull your arrogant head out of your own ass, you might actually find I'm not as bad as you think, and maybe we actually have a thing or two in common with one another. I'm not someone who's just going to screw you over, or treat you like you don't matter. When I care, I care, and for God only knows what reason, since you've given me every reason not to, I do care about you, JJ. {Exhaling loudly as I got all that off my chest. Something told me he wouldn't care about anything I just said. Knowing him, he had tuned me out, and as a result, would make some rude, snarky comment in response. You know, another opportunity for him to mock and ridicule me simply because of the location of my damn house} Anyway, I thought it would cool to work on the project together, but you made your point loud and clear, so I'll take care of it, and then make copies of everything for you to look over, if you want to, before anything is submitted. {I said as I gathered up my books and project stuff; shoving everything in my book bag in preparation to leave. JJ didn't want to be anywhere near me, and honestly, at this point in time, the feeling was more than mutual, so I was out of here, with what dignity I had left}

Paths intertwined

@thehellsakook 

Outer Banks; it was made up of two sides. The rich freaks that lived on figure 8 and the pogues which were known as the people that had to scrape by. JJ was neither; well he was a pogue; it was his known family. But he wasn’t the guy that had people looking out for him. He had a dad but he was far from the father figure you’d picture in your mind. He was the guy that scraped by, with working on boats; that helped the rich across the town in order to make the ends meet, but he was also the dirty guy that tended to feed off any person that was willing to toss him money. 

JJ witnessed it first hand; the poker nights growing up. The smell of beer that stayed within these walls. The lack of food provided. JJ knew he had to count on himself. It’s why John B, Pope, and kie and I all stuck together. We helped each other when we felt in a bind. Kie was able to help more considering she lived in the big house; she was a kook yet she liked slumming it with us. She didn’t care what her parents said, all the warnings based on the rumors. It was always kooks vs the pogues what could I say? JJ though he had to fend for himself; he was the one who walked around at night; waiting for the wreck to close up; and Kie would help hand out any extra food the restaurant had. He didn’t like asking for help nor would you hear him say the words. But the pogues knew; his dad he was unreliable, the only person he could count on was himself. 

It was another start to a another school year. One JJ was dreading, he knew in order to make it life you had to learn. YOu had to sit through each boring class. He was his own kind of smart. He could pick up on cues, he could pick up on the simple concepts; but when it came to applying himself he froze. He rather let Pope do the work; and he’d feed the notes of each subject to him. Pope was the brains of the pogues; he was the school scholar that wanted to go to an ivy league school, and I had no doubt in my mind he’d make it. But me; I was barely getting by. John B had the smarts like myself; his quick thinking. But would we amount to anything? Heck no. All that in mind; JJ had pushed the simple supplies of a notebook, a few pencils into his backpack. Using his hand he zipped it; as he heard the calling from the windows. 

“ JJ Man let’s go.” John b neither of his friends dared to stay inside especially when his dad’s truck was parked outside. He had pulled the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Taking his gray baseball cap he brought it to rest over his sandy blonde hair. A pair of shorts he wore; an an old white T-shirt, simple was all the teen did. He closed the door to his room and made his way through the small home. He paused when he saw his dad head facing down against the arm rest of the couch. Same old day; he was passed out probably from his work last night; or the money he managed to trick out of his so called buddies. I had to roll my eyes as I took the keys for the boat; for after school. Tucking the key into my shorts pocket. I had stepped through the swinging doors spotting Kie and Pope. Eyes moved to try to find our missing friend; the one I had heard inside. Ducking my head down; I had felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck from behind. “ Took you long enough.” John B, I had used my hands to push behind me; in order to push the male down. 

This was us; joking around; laughing on the walk to the dreadful day at school. I never cared what anyone thought; the pogues were my life. The only ones I truly cared about. The walk was a bit longer compared to figure 8, as we stepped onto the pavements we caught sight of the sport cars, of the fancy cars; you’d dream of riding in. I had to roll my eyes; just another day. Topper and Sarah and their crew were hanging out by the small wall before the stairs. We had shrugged our shoulders as we passed. Stepping one at a time on the stairs until we walked right into the building. 

Pope and Kie had walked the other way as John B and I did our hand shake an agreement to meet at next class; math my worse. I had science first; the male ducked his textbook under his arm as he walked the distance to the class. Cap blinding his eyes from making eye contact with anyone. He had found a spot in the third row; the desk in front of him as he placed his book down. His legs in front of him. Hand had moved to rest on the edge of the desk when he spotted the brunette from the sports car; a kook. Figures. To his surprise she was directed to sit next to him; oh great, cue the roll of his eyes. JJ had barely acknowledged her. “ Ah okay.” As if I was giving out my name to strangers; attention drawn to the teacher as if I intended on paying attention.

[thehellsakook]

@ofblemishwithin

{JJ was late. I silently reminded myself as I glanced down at the time on my cell phone for like the tenth time now. Expelling a soft breath as I eventually tossed my cell phone back into the front pocket of my book bag, and then I retrieved my notes from Science class; figuring JJ was probably going to stand me up... I'm sure wherever he was now, he was laughing at the thought of me sitting here by myself like a naive idiot. I shouldn't be surprised though. I mean, JJ made it clear to me that he didn't like me. Grant it, he didn't know me, but he didn't like me, regardless. Either way, on the slight chance that JJ might eventually show up, I decided to look over my notes; jotting down a few ideas I had while I sat here at the table. My lips pursed slightly as I re-read the notes and directions before another idea hit me; prompting me to jot it down with the other ideas I had. No sooner dotting the "I" on my last idea when someone joined me here at the table. Glancing up in surprise to see JJ seated there. My brows furrowed slightly though as I tried to read him. Firstly, his "Sorry" was out of character for him, considering how rude he was to me earlier, the last thing I thought he'd ever do was apologize for showing up late, but secondly, and beyond that, my eyes immediately went to the hand-shaped bruise on his cheek. Did somebody hit him? I wondered in building anger, even though I didn't actually know the circumstances or the story behind the bruise. Still, and for whatever reason, it admittedly bothered me to think that someone had hurt him} It's okay... I was just getting a head start on jotting down some ideas we could do for the project, if you want. {I quietly shared as I pushed the paper toward him, so he could look over my ideas} If you don't like any of those ideas, it's fine. We can do something else. Those were just the ones I initially thought of. {I added in a soft tone as my eyes continued to eye the fresh bruise on his cheek. A part of me wanting to ask him about it, but even as I considered it, I knew he'd tell me to mind my own business, or possibly worse. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone hurt him, and they should be held responsible for it} I know this is none of my business, but are you okay, JJ? {I quietly asked. It was a fair question. He was quiet, clearly shaken up, and his absent snarky side basically solidified that something or someone had caused this change of behavior that I was witnessing now. As I spoke though, I purposely kept my tone in a low volume, since nobody else needed to overhear our conversation} And, at the risk that you'll bite my head off for offering, do you want me to get some ice for you to put on your cheek? That looks sore.

Paths intertwined

@thehellsakook 

Outer Banks; it was made up of two sides. The rich freaks that lived on figure 8 and the pogues which were known as the people that had to scrape by. JJ was neither; well he was a pogue; it was his known family. But he wasn’t the guy that had people looking out for him. He had a dad but he was far from the father figure you’d picture in your mind. He was the guy that scraped by, with working on boats; that helped the rich across the town in order to make the ends meet, but he was also the dirty guy that tended to feed off any person that was willing to toss him money. 

JJ witnessed it first hand; the poker nights growing up. The smell of beer that stayed within these walls. The lack of food provided. JJ knew he had to count on himself. It’s why John B, Pope, and kie and I all stuck together. We helped each other when we felt in a bind. Kie was able to help more considering she lived in the big house; she was a kook yet she liked slumming it with us. She didn’t care what her parents said, all the warnings based on the rumors. It was always kooks vs the pogues what could I say? JJ though he had to fend for himself; he was the one who walked around at night; waiting for the wreck to close up; and Kie would help hand out any extra food the restaurant had. He didn’t like asking for help nor would you hear him say the words. But the pogues knew; his dad he was unreliable, the only person he could count on was himself. 

It was another start to a another school year. One JJ was dreading, he knew in order to make it life you had to learn. YOu had to sit through each boring class. He was his own kind of smart. He could pick up on cues, he could pick up on the simple concepts; but when it came to applying himself he froze. He rather let Pope do the work; and he’d feed the notes of each subject to him. Pope was the brains of the pogues; he was the school scholar that wanted to go to an ivy league school, and I had no doubt in my mind he’d make it. But me; I was barely getting by. John B had the smarts like myself; his quick thinking. But would we amount to anything? Heck no. All that in mind; JJ had pushed the simple supplies of a notebook, a few pencils into his backpack. Using his hand he zipped it; as he heard the calling from the windows. 

“ JJ Man let’s go.” John b neither of his friends dared to stay inside especially when his dad’s truck was parked outside. He had pulled the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Taking his gray baseball cap he brought it to rest over his sandy blonde hair. A pair of shorts he wore; an an old white T-shirt, simple was all the teen did. He closed the door to his room and made his way through the small home. He paused when he saw his dad head facing down against the arm rest of the couch. Same old day; he was passed out probably from his work last night; or the money he managed to trick out of his so called buddies. I had to roll my eyes as I took the keys for the boat; for after school. Tucking the key into my shorts pocket. I had stepped through the swinging doors spotting Kie and Pope. Eyes moved to try to find our missing friend; the one I had heard inside. Ducking my head down; I had felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck from behind. “ Took you long enough.” John B, I had used my hands to push behind me; in order to push the male down. 

This was us; joking around; laughing on the walk to the dreadful day at school. I never cared what anyone thought; the pogues were my life. The only ones I truly cared about. The walk was a bit longer compared to figure 8, as we stepped onto the pavements we caught sight of the sport cars, of the fancy cars; you’d dream of riding in. I had to roll my eyes; just another day. Topper and Sarah and their crew were hanging out by the small wall before the stairs. We had shrugged our shoulders as we passed. Stepping one at a time on the stairs until we walked right into the building. 

Pope and Kie had walked the other way as John B and I did our hand shake an agreement to meet at next class; math my worse. I had science first; the male ducked his textbook under his arm as he walked the distance to the class. Cap blinding his eyes from making eye contact with anyone. He had found a spot in the third row; the desk in front of him as he placed his book down. His legs in front of him. Hand had moved to rest on the edge of the desk when he spotted the brunette from the sports car; a kook. Figures. To his surprise she was directed to sit next to him; oh great, cue the roll of his eyes. JJ had barely acknowledged her. “ Ah okay.” As if I was giving out my name to strangers; attention drawn to the teacher as if I intended on paying attention.

[thehellsakook]

@ofblemishwithin

{It was crystal clear that this guy didn't like me. Grant it, he didn't know me, yet he still didn't like me. Personally speaking, the people who bought into this rich versus poor social status crap, were just as guilty as the ones who came up with it, in the first place. People like JJ were part of the problem, because they let society get away with it. Apparently in this town it was known as Pogues versus Kooks, but regardless, it was all juvenile crap, if you ask me. It's the problem with the world today, as far as I was concerned. Whatever the case, I'd find a way to prove to JJ that I'm not just being nice to him because I see him as a charity case. Truth be told, I have no reason to be nice to him, because he's been nothing but an ass to me since we met forty-five minutes ago. Either way, I'd like to think I was a nice person, by nature. Understanding, have you, so I'd give JJ the chance to prove to me that he deserves my belief in him, since he clearly doesn't believe in himself} Princess? {My nose wrinkled in disgust and my head gave a shake. Once again with the damn stereotype. Him no doubt assuming I'm some rich, spoiled bitch, which I'm not} Yeah, yeah. I'll help you pass the class. Even if you are a condescending ass. {I called quietly after him as he left the classroom; prompting me to pack up my stuff and head to my next class. At least Sarah was in that class, so I had her to talk to. Of course she gave me a bit more detail on the whole Pogue versus Kook segregated nonsense. She also shared a little with me about JJ. Basically that he was dealt a shitty hand, he doesn't believe he'll amount to anything, and he uses his asshole snark as a defense mechanism to keep people away. She assured me that he might just warm up to me over time, and if that happens, I can count on the fact that he's a pretty decent guy. Honestly, he was pretty textbook, so nothing she told me came as a surprise to me. It's what I had already assumed about him, based on how rude he was to me when we had just met. Fortunately, I had a few more classes with Sarah, so that was a plus, and then once the day ended, she showed me where Wreck was, so I could meet up with JJ for our project. After she dropped me off at Wreck, she left to go meet up with some friends; prompting me to loop my book bag strap over my arm before making my way inside the busy establishment. Upon stepping inside, I looked around for JJ, but I didn't see him yet. I assumed he was just running a bit late, so I took a seat at an open table near the front; figuring he couldn't miss me then when he does arrive. You know, assuming he does, I should say, since honestly, I didn't have much hope that he'd show up at all}

Paths intertwined

@thehellsakook 

Outer Banks; it was made up of two sides. The rich freaks that lived on figure 8 and the pogues which were known as the people that had to scrape by. JJ was neither; well he was a pogue; it was his known family. But he wasn’t the guy that had people looking out for him. He had a dad but he was far from the father figure you’d picture in your mind. He was the guy that scraped by, with working on boats; that helped the rich across the town in order to make the ends meet, but he was also the dirty guy that tended to feed off any person that was willing to toss him money. 

JJ witnessed it first hand; the poker nights growing up. The smell of beer that stayed within these walls. The lack of food provided. JJ knew he had to count on himself. It’s why John B, Pope, and kie and I all stuck together. We helped each other when we felt in a bind. Kie was able to help more considering she lived in the big house; she was a kook yet she liked slumming it with us. She didn’t care what her parents said, all the warnings based on the rumors. It was always kooks vs the pogues what could I say? JJ though he had to fend for himself; he was the one who walked around at night; waiting for the wreck to close up; and Kie would help hand out any extra food the restaurant had. He didn’t like asking for help nor would you hear him say the words. But the pogues knew; his dad he was unreliable, the only person he could count on was himself. 

It was another start to a another school year. One JJ was dreading, he knew in order to make it life you had to learn. YOu had to sit through each boring class. He was his own kind of smart. He could pick up on cues, he could pick up on the simple concepts; but when it came to applying himself he froze. He rather let Pope do the work; and he’d feed the notes of each subject to him. Pope was the brains of the pogues; he was the school scholar that wanted to go to an ivy league school, and I had no doubt in my mind he’d make it. But me; I was barely getting by. John B had the smarts like myself; his quick thinking. But would we amount to anything? Heck no. All that in mind; JJ had pushed the simple supplies of a notebook, a few pencils into his backpack. Using his hand he zipped it; as he heard the calling from the windows. 

“ JJ Man let’s go.” John b neither of his friends dared to stay inside especially when his dad’s truck was parked outside. He had pulled the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Taking his gray baseball cap he brought it to rest over his sandy blonde hair. A pair of shorts he wore; an an old white T-shirt, simple was all the teen did. He closed the door to his room and made his way through the small home. He paused when he saw his dad head facing down against the arm rest of the couch. Same old day; he was passed out probably from his work last night; or the money he managed to trick out of his so called buddies. I had to roll my eyes as I took the keys for the boat; for after school. Tucking the key into my shorts pocket. I had stepped through the swinging doors spotting Kie and Pope. Eyes moved to try to find our missing friend; the one I had heard inside. Ducking my head down; I had felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck from behind. “ Took you long enough.” John B, I had used my hands to push behind me; in order to push the male down. 

This was us; joking around; laughing on the walk to the dreadful day at school. I never cared what anyone thought; the pogues were my life. The only ones I truly cared about. The walk was a bit longer compared to figure 8, as we stepped onto the pavements we caught sight of the sport cars, of the fancy cars; you’d dream of riding in. I had to roll my eyes; just another day. Topper and Sarah and their crew were hanging out by the small wall before the stairs. We had shrugged our shoulders as we passed. Stepping one at a time on the stairs until we walked right into the building. 

Pope and Kie had walked the other way as John B and I did our hand shake an agreement to meet at next class; math my worse. I had science first; the male ducked his textbook under his arm as he walked the distance to the class. Cap blinding his eyes from making eye contact with anyone. He had found a spot in the third row; the desk in front of him as he placed his book down. His legs in front of him. Hand had moved to rest on the edge of the desk when he spotted the brunette from the sports car; a kook. Figures. To his surprise she was directed to sit next to him; oh great, cue the roll of his eyes. JJ had barely acknowledged her. “ Ah okay.” As if I was giving out my name to strangers; attention drawn to the teacher as if I intended on paying attention.