She’s always known something is wrong with the way Rafe Cameron thinks.

Y/N Y/LN has loved him since she can remember, just as he has her. They pined over each other for years. From passing note in middle school, to sneaking out of class in high school to make out, to now. Y/N has taken a double gap year between her senior year and when she starts college, and Rafe, well, he’s Rafe. He dropped out of school, he parties and does drugs.

And Y/N’s tolerated it. She’s done her best to understand her boyfriend’s need for cocaine, really she has. What’s harder for her to understand is his violence. His hatred for Pogues. Even as a Kook herself, living in her parents mansion on Figure Eight and living a pampered life, she doesn’t hate Pogues. In fact, she feels sad for them. She actually volunteers in her free time with Pogue children who need help with their classes. For free.

It’s a paradox. Rafe Cameron, Kook Prince, a violent drug addict who’s never shied away from getting his hands dirty with Pogue blood. And Y/N Y/LN, Kook Princess of Sunshine, an empathetic sweetheart who once carried a little boy half a mile to the urgent care because he fell and she panicked when she saw the blood pouring from his nose.

Tonight is just like every summer night in the Outer Banks. Y/N is laying in her four-poster king bed in her massive bedroom, scrolling on her phone. The ordinary spell is broken when she hears a subtle tap her window. At first she thinks it’s the wind, because a storm is rolling in. Then she hears it again.

Her brows furrow as she sets her phone aside, standing to move towards the window. When she pulls it open, Rafe is fast to climb through.

Her eyes widen when she sees the blood on his hands. Blood. So, so much blood.

“Rafe?” She whispers, eyes flickering between his tear-streaked face and bloodied hand. “Rafe, what happened, baby?”

He doesn’t look at her. All he can look at his hands. “Peterkin.” He says.

“Sherrif Peterkin?” She repeats. “What happened, Rafe? Talk to me, please.”

His eyes finally flicker up to meet her own. “I killed her. I shot her. I— I was protecting my dad. She was… she, uh, she was gonna shoot him, Y/N.”