Rafe and you were perfect for each other. You were the couple in Outer Banks. Everyone knew no one should mess with you two.

He was yours. You were his. Simple, right? But then this b!tch named Sofia with her perfect wavy hair showed up wherever he was — at every party, at his house because she was a friend of Sarah but you knew she was there because of Rafe.

At first he didn’t notice her. He didn’t even look at her. But after a few weeks something switched and you noticed immediately. You didn’t talk to him at first because you didn’t want to make a scene but you should have made a scene.

A few weeks passed and you noticed Rafe becoming more and more distant. He lied to you about going to Topper’s but really he was on his yacht with Sofia doing things you didn’t want to think about.

One random night he showed up at your door saying he couldn’t do it anymore, that he had fallen in love with her. And you just accepted it because you had already mentally prepared for this moment. But everyone knew, and you knew, that you hadn’t accepted it.

You would have, if she had not stolen him from you. But she did and now she will pay. Because Rafe was yours and he is still yours so you just needed a plan to steal him back.

When it came to Rafe, you never did things halfway because you would kill for him. In short, when it came to him you could get a little… crazy.

So you made a plan to force her to break up with Rafe and then he would be your Rafe again.

You planned it for months. Friends of yours gave you information about Sofia’s daily routine, about her family, and about her growing relationship with Rafe.

You would have found all this out yourself, but your friends wanted to help you because it was safer that way.

The day arrived. The moment you had prepared for over months. You weren’t scared because you knew your plan would work. The time on your phone told you it was exactly 10.30 p.m. The time when Sofia would still be watching some stupid show for exactly half an hour.

You climbed through her window and stood behind her couch. She didn’t notice because the TV volume was too loud.

You stepped closer until you were right behind her and then you grabbed the g*n that was tucked between your pants and your lower back — of course it wasn’t real but it looked real enough to scare her.

You wrapped your arm around her neck from behind. Her breath hitched and she froze completely. As she tried to turn her head your arm tightened around her neck, not enough to hurt her but enough that she couldn’t move.

“What do you want” she scoffed with a shaky voice.

You laughed humorless and low “I want my man back.”

Her eyes went wide. She barely shook her head and said you couldn’t have him back. That’s when you pressed the fake g*n to her head and she froze completely.

“Call him now. Tell him you cheated and after that delete his number” you demanded.

And well she did — she actually called him and told him she had cheated. Of course he broke up with her. Your plan had worked.

Here you are now. A few days after that night you were walking on the beach peacefully when your phone rang so you pulled it out of your pocket.

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