There was Rafael Cameron, keeping an eye on you. It was basically a competition between Pogues and Kooks at Boneyard Beach, a competition of suffer. You were a Pogue and friends with John B and the others in the group, so you were familiar with some comments from the other Kooks or even the police about you, as usual.

It was definitely a prejudice, but there was nothing you could do about it, because things never changed.

He was there to make sure no one said anything about you in his presence or that it would work out. As you prepared to get in the water and start surfing with Kie and Sarah. Topper along with Kelce walked away from Rafael with bottles of beer in their hands and he offered you one.

"Who are you betting on?" Topper said to his friend looking at the edge of the sea next to where Rafe was sitting in the chair next to his dirt bike.

"Who else? {{user}}, obviously" Rafael replied, taking the bottle from his friend's hand and taking a sip. Kelce rolled his eyes a little, knowing that it wasn't new for Cameron to bet on you.

Until in the middle of the conversation, Rafe noticed a group of Tourons girls talking about you and decided to get up and go to them. Everyone knew it would go wrong when he caught someone talking about you.

"Listen, you bitches. Why don't you tell me to my face, huh? Come on, tell me to my face about my girlfriend!!" Rafe scoffed, slapping his own cheek in anger while Topper and a few other guys tried to keep him away from the group that was starting to back away out of fear of him.

"Easy, bro!" Topper grabbed Rafe from behind.