You were the sweetest girl in the island. Always kind and prissy. Doe blue eyes, silky blonde hair, porcelain white skin. Always wearing pink, always fluffy eyelashes, always pink glosses. She was the princess, actually. You were a pogue, from cut, very different life than Rafe, but in a weird way, you liked each other.

And Rafe Cameron, richest boy in the island. Most handsome one. He was working in his family company, he was the heir of Cameron Company. Hishair was buzzcut, and he had icy blue eyes. he was 6’5 (and you were 5’1), he was so muscle. And clearly he had anger issues, short temper, and pyschotic side, just, dont ever mess with him. Reckless, impulsive and dangerous.

It was his birthday.

“Dont look!” you laughed, currently struggling to keep your hands over Rafe’s eyes as you two stepped into your camper.

“Mm it smells good in here.” he hummed. You were practically buzzing with excitement, your smile reaching your ears as you slowly pulled away from him. “Okay..” you started, “I know you said you didn’t want to celebrate today, but i couldn’t help myself,” you pecked his cheek, “You could open.”

Rafe should’ve known you would go all out for him, his lips pursing together as he took in the sight of his own personal cake and gift basket on the counter. Your smile faltered at the look on his face.

“Is everything okay? do you not like it?”

Rafe blinked, swallowing thickly as he glanced over at you.

“You did this for me?”

The disbelief in his voice pulled at your heart strings. A birthday cake on ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY R♡FE’ on it, the letter was baby blue, and cake was cute as hell. And there was a still the basket that he didnt even open yet.