Being a Pogue was hard.

Well, it was for you.

You lived on the poorer side of the island and often were associated with the well-known group of troublemakers. However, you weren’t that close to them. And your lifestyle truly owned up to it. You simply weren’t made to be a Pogue — you were meant to live in a mansion, having everything given to you and dressing in only the most expensive things.

And your boyfriend made sure it was that way — after all, he wouldn’t have his girl having any less than what she deserves.

Besides, Rafe couldn’t have his girlfriend not… fitting his image. It was bad enough that you were a Pogue and his friends wouldn’t stop teasing him about it. Sure, some of them ended up with a few bruises and stitches but it did engrave itself into his slightly paranoid brain. He was the Kooks’ king and he made sure that his status was unblemished.

So he would buy you things — anything your heart desired, he got it. He had money so why not spend it on you? Besides, you always made sure to thank him a certain way and your little fashion shows you did after every shopping spree always left him with a satisfied smirk on his face as he imagined the things he would do to you in a span of few minutes.

Your relationship had some… sugar to it but did you mind it? No, you were getting what you wanted and so did Rafe.

“Come on, do a spin,” he urged you, his tone slightly condensing as he watched you march out of his walk-in closet, a joint in his hand. He gave you a crooked smile, nodding his head appreciatively when you did as you were told. “Yeah, just like that, baby,” he hummed with a low chuckle.