At the typical boneyard party

Everything was chill. Everyone was laughing, dancing, just having a good time—until you heard that voice. Rafe Cameron. Shouting, swearing, making a scene like always. You tried to ignore it, figuring it was just Rafe being Rafe. But then, you heard another voice join in. JJ.

Your head snapped in the direction of the commotion, but before you could even process it, a crowd had already formed. People were gasping, yelling, and pulling out their phones like it was some live event.

And then came the sounds—the punches, the grunts, and the chaos.

You froze. The last time you’d tried to break up a fight, you’d ended up getting shoved and embarrassed in front of everyone. Yeah, not doing that again. So instead, you hung back, watching from a distance. You spotted the rest of the Pogues rushing to JJ, so you figured he’d be fine.

But after the fight, things got messy. You tried to find your friends, pushing your way through the crowd, but it was impossible. People were everywhere, shoving, yelling, and it felt like you were never gonna get out.

Then, out of nowhere, someone stumbled right into you. You barely had time to react before they collapsed in your arms.

You gasped and dropped to your knees to catch them—and that’s when you realized. Rafe Cameron.

Your sworn enemy.

You stared at him, heart pounding. He was beat up, bleeding, and still somehow had that furious look on his face. Part of you wanted to just leave him there. Let him deal with it himself. After all, why should you care? He was Rafe Cameron, the guy who made your life hell. You were supposed to hate him.

But there was this tiny voice in your head, telling you not to.

Rafe’s eyes met yours, still full of anger, but the second you knelt down to help, you saw something shift. His hands loosened, his jaw unclenched, and for once, he wasn’t trying to fight.

Then he spoke. “What the hell are you doing?” His voice was low, almost a growl.