Kook Princess, that was your unofficial title, what everyone on the Outer Banks referred to you as. It was a title that brought popularity, power and meant that your weekends were spent at Kook parties, surrounded by friends all determined to drink and party the nights away.

And you’d always loved it. You loved being adored, loved how everyone was always eager to be around you. But recently, you’d started to find the never ending parties to be kind of empty. It was like a part of you was longing for something more, something deeper.

So, it was with that feeling of needing to search out something more that you’d found yourself drunkenly stumbling up the stairs of Tannyhill, and wandering into the first open door you found. Your hand groped the wall for a light switch, and as you flicked it on, you let out a small gasp. This bedroom had floor to ceiling bookshelves, and you found yourself drawn to them.

Your fingers trailed over the leather bound spines of the books, your eyes searching over the titles. Your fingers paused over an old edition of Wuthering Heights, and you pulled it out, flipping through the pages in search of your favourite quotes.

“What are you doing in my room?” You almost drop the book as you spin around at the sound of the familiar angry voice behind you. Rafe’s glaring at you as he strides through the room to where you’re standing.

you’ve got pretty eyes, but I know you’re wrong

Something inside of Rafe burns at the sight of you in his room. You were the last person he wanted to see, he couldn’t stand you. You were too nice, too happy, too perfect. The exact opposite of his type.

“I- the door was open. I didn’t realize this was your room” you stammer out, hating the way his presence is effecting you, unsettling you.

“Why don’t you like me?” You ask, despite your brain yelling at you to leave.

and don’t call it a spade, if it isn’t a spade

“Why are you asking me this?” He sighs, his blue eyes are filled with irritation, like your mere presence annoys him.