No one knows…

I feel guilty because… I love him.

For the past year, I’ve been secretly involved with the Kook Prince of the Outer Banks: Rafe Cameron.

It was never supposed to happen, but when two people get drunk, a lot can happen.

He loved me too, in his own way, but he couldn’t stand being seen with a Pogue. His pride wouldn’t allow it. We only saw each other in secluded places, late at night, or whenever he knew no one else would be around. It never got old, just… a little exhausting.

The tension between the Pogues and the Kooks kept growing, and it was becoming harder to choose a side— my boyfriend or my friends.

I walk toward the dock and spot the Pogues gathered together, their expressions tense. As I get closer, I notice bruises scattered across Pope’s face. My eyes widen in shock.

“Pope! What happened?”

Pope looks at me grimly.

“Rafe and Topper happened.”