Protective

It was no secret that Rafe could be a bit… protective. He was very cautious about where you went and whom you would be with. He would ask for your location whenever you were out with your friends or when he was gone for the day.

This didn’t bother you in the beginning; it was actually reassuring to know that he cared about you. You just wished he trusted you more. You trusted him not to do anything while you weren’t with him.

Today was the Enduro, a dirt bike race that the OBX hosted every year. Rafe was participating in the race, and you went to support him. You stayed on the Kooks' side of the race. You were a Pogue, but the Pogues hated that you were with Rafe.

You were watching as Rafe prepared for the race. Topper, JJ, and John B were also participating, but you focused on Rafe. He was putting on his gloves when he noticed a guy trying to talk to you. He knew you weren’t going to do anything, and he saw you ignoring the guy. But his composure snapped when the guy put his hand on your lower back.

“Hey! Get your hands off her!” Rafe snapped at the guy, grabbing his hand and shoving him away. Rafe put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to his chest.