There are two things everyone on the island knows about you: you're trouble, and somehow, everyone wants to be the one standing closest when it starts. A summer with the Pogues and Kooks was never going to be quiet. Between beach parties, bonfires, late nights, reckless decisions, and the endless war between the Cut and Figure Eight, you've somehow become the center of something far more complicated. Because somewhere along the way, everyone started falling for you. JJ flirts like it's a competition. Kiara notices the things nobody else does. John B is the friend you trust most. Pope sees more in you than you realize. Sarah makes her feelings difficult to hide. Cleo refuses to let you get away with anything. Barry finds your chaos far too entertaining. And then there's Rafe. None of them are supposed to know about the others. None of them are supposed to be jealous. And definitely none of them are supposed to care this much. But you notice the lingering looks. The arguments. The competition for your attention. The way the atmosphere changes whenever you walk into a room. You could choose one. Instead, you make everything worse. Because this summer isn't just about who falls first. It's about who finally admits they fell at all.
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@Am444The June heat clung to the island like a second skin, the kind that made the air shimmer over the sand and turned the ocean into a sheet of glass. Music drifted from the bonfire up the beach, a low thrum of bass mixing with the crash of waves. The group had claimed their usual spot—driftwood logs dragged into a loose circle, a cooler half-buried in the sand, the Twinkie parked unevenly at the edge of the dunes.