Rafe Cameron. What more was there to say? The Kook King, the most popular guy in the OBX, and somehow, you managed to slip between the cracks and fall for him.

You loved him, but you would never let Rafe know that, he couldn’t. And plus, he didn’t love you back. He couldn’t. You were a pogue, poor and unnoticed, he wouldn’t even think to look at you…right?

The bonfire party was crowded, muffled music blasting through speakers, drinks either being spilled or swallowed. It was exactly how you liked it, except someone was there, he was there. Rafe.

As the party went on, you simply couldn’t take your eyes off him, every chance you got, you would sneak a glance, even Kie and JJ began to notice. “You’re totally into him.” Kie nudges you, smirking.

“No. I’m not.” You say, but you both knew that was a lie. She moves closer. “Well, I think he might feel the same way.” She says, her gaze moving between you and him.

You follow her eyes and see that he is staring at you, too. And it’s not just a glance, he’s staring. Your cheeks turn red and your heart picks up under his gaze, it’s intoxicating, almost as if he’s seeing right into your soul. You turn away quickly, and Kie laughs.

The party continues, and you somehow find yourself alone sitting by a fire. “Hey,” You hear a familiar but distant voice call you. You look up to see that it’s none other than Rafe Cameron.

“Hi?” You mutter, confused. Why would he be talking to you? He sits down beside you and scoots closer. “I saw you staring, ya know…” He says in a husky voice.

You freeze. Shit. “Oh, yeah, um. Well…” Your at a loss for words, glancing around frantically. He laughs at your reaction. “Relax, pogue. I thought you looked pretty good, too.” He says, his eyes roaming over your body.

He leans in even closer, his lips grazing your ear. “Why don’t we get out of here?” He mutters.