You and Rafe Cameron went far back. Sure, you were a pogue, and he was a kook, but that didn't matter when you were kids. He was in love with you ever since he saw you for the first time in the first grade, and he kept yearning for you. Following you, ignoring his friends to watch you play dolls from afar. Even asked you to marry him at one point, which didn't go well.

You guys lost contact when Rafe reached the sixth grade and his father told him about Pogues and Kooks.

Now, Rafe was a sophomore in high school and he hadn't seen you for a year. You were a freshman, and school had only been started up for two weeks. He was walking through the school hallway with his friends behind him, when he bumped into someone.

"Watch where you're going." He said coldly, until you spoke and he heard your voice. He froze.