𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗞𝗘𝗧 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗘

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again. I think
I made you up inside my head.

────────── Sylvia Plath

          Isadora Windsor never wanted to look. It was like when she was a kid and her grandmother died. Her mother had said she was too young to go to the funeral, but her father insisted, claiming she needed to see the real world for what it truly was. But when it was the young girl's time to actually view the body, she couldn't. It was like her body just froze, and everything flew by her in a blur. She couldn't look. She never wanted to, and she supposed it all began that day when she was first faced with the notion of death.

         That was what the girl feared—death. But not just death. She feared seeing the world for what it truly was. She feared stepping outside of the life that was perfectly crafted for her. Because the thing about the Windsor family (although she would beg to differ that it was more like a cult than an actual family), was that they were rich. And not just plain old rich, they were so rich Izzy basically had trust fund on top of trust fund to fall back on.

          So there you had it, Isadora Windsor never wanted to look and see the cruel reality of the world burning up in flames before her very eyes. She wanted to stay locked behind the walls of her estate, wrapped in bubble wrap with no chance of the world being able to prick her skin. She wanted to grow up surrounded by silks and jewels. She wanted it all. And she had it all. But that was the problem. She had it all, and yet . . . she still felt a void in her chest growing larger and larger each day . . . because deep down . . . she knew she had already seen the true cruelty the world had to offer.

The void grew the more the feeling of being alone seeped back into her life. She didn't want to see her perfect life be ripped apart by the hole in her chest where her mother's memory resided. She didn't want to look at how much her life had gone downhill since her mother passed away during the summer after Izzy's first year of high school. She didn't want to look at the old pictures of them together or peer into her mother's bedroom. She couldn't even bring herself to look at her mother's corpse during the viewing and she certainly didn't want to visit the graveyard and see the name Julia Windsor engraved in the slab of stone. She just couldn't.

That all made her angry. She was already angry before. It had been embedded into her chemical makeup from the moment she came into the world kicking and screaming. Izzy was just always angry. But now she had a reason to be. Her mother was dead and her father was always away on business trips, leaving her to roam around her house in Figure Eight. She spent most of her days like that—alone. And she hated it. Not only that, but her friends were sorry excuses for freeloaders, and her boyfriend was an asshole who she only stuck with because she was friends with his sister. It was all just so stupid and meaningless.

It was safe to say, Izzy wanted to escape, but she felt safer being that barbie doll with a perfect body and money coming out of her ears. She couldn't get hurt anymore if she acted as Figure Eight's prized possession. So she became their example of what a Kook from the Outer Banks should look and act like . . . for the most part. And everyone cherished her for it, but there were times where she slipped up and suddenly people were going around saying that she had completely lost it.

          Lose control once and the entire Figure Eight thinks you're a basket case, right? That was what it was really about—being in control . . . but the girl had always felt a little too much out of touch. She supposed she had always been that way, that she had always been a little too much, and she was definitely too much for the Kooks to wrap their heads around.

          It was safe to say things had been pretty shit for Izzy Windsor since, like, ever . . . ? But, whatever, right? And while she tried to convince herself that she was okay with this life, all of that proved to be bullshit when that summer rolled around and her morals started to become clouded by JJ Maybank, the boy she had hated since the eighth grade.

So, yeah, it was true that Isadora Windsor never wanted to look and see the world for what it really was, but she had to, especially when she accidentally involved herself in some kind of stupid treasure hunt with JJ and his friends. (Which, by the way, she totally did not join in on just to hang out with the boy she absolutely and she meant absolutely despised. Because that would truly be insane.) And maybe in doing so, she'd prove the rumors about her being a basket case true if she hung around the Pogues all summer, but maybe she wouldn't care anymore.

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NICOLA PELTZ • IZZY WINDSOR

And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.

Rudy Pankow . . . . . . . JJ Maybank

Adrianne Palicki . . . . . . . Julia Windsor

Steve Zahn . . . . . . . William Windsor

OBX Cast . . . . . . . Their Characters

But . . . who's to say the lamb didn't fall first?

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          DISCLAIMERS & NOTES──────────i do not own outer banks, the tv show or the wonderful characters portrayed in it. i only own my character izzy windsor, her storylines, her dialogue, and the development of her family.

i'm obsessed with jj and i've been wanting to write about a rich bitch who hates the bubble she's in. izzy
is very much inspired by peyton sawyer, and that's basically the basis for her character. anyways, enjoy these enemies to lovers excellence!!

side note, the lion and lamb quote from twilight is so symbolic to me. because like it's up to the audience who the lion and who the lamb are. like is izzy actually the lion and jj's the lamb??? up to you

on another note, this format is inspired greatly by taIismans ! thank you so much for letting me use it, babe! go check out her works they're amazing! <3

also the filter on the gifs belongs to @/breewaffle on deviantart!

          WARNINGS──────────this book will contain swearing, violence and gore, sexual humor, sexism, derogatory names, and other triggers along these lines. so if any of these themes make you uncomfortable, please do not read.

also i do not support rafe, and i will not tolerate people blaming izzy for rafe being a shitty person. he's toxic in the show & this book, i don't want rafe stans here & pls nobody romanticize him! </3

ALSO i, in no way, shape or form, support billionaires. izzy's father is a billionaire, but that is to show what a horrible person he is. it is also meant to overexaggerate how glamorized izzy's life is to make it appear more idealized and farfetched.

          COPYRIGHT──────────all rights for the content ahead belong to me, so don't steal! i started this book on may 2, 2020 therefore it belongs to me and only me. ©seaweedbrns

if you see anyone plagiarizing this book, pls pm me! i've had multiple people do this and it's
not cool. these are my ideas and if you see anything that looks like mine, then they took it from here. and please, if you think you are reading plagiarized work, then try not to. i, and many other writers, on here work too hard to have people on a website steal shit from us and then gain views and votes from that stolen work. thank you.