β«οΈAnd if you don't need my love Well, I didn't want your little bitch-ass anyway Yeah, I'm a busy woman I wouldn't let you come into my calendar any nightβ«οΈ
All spring long, you and Rafe had kept this "secret affair" going. You had tried many times to make the relationship public but he refused every time. It quickly hit you that he was embarrassed of you. You weren't born with a gold spoon in your mouth on the upper class side of the island, Figure Eight.
Rafe seemed to care about other people's opinions. And thatβs why he refused to make it public.
After a few weeks, you decided to end the relationship, and keep your honor instead of continuing to beg. If he didn't need your love, then he didn't deserve it.
The fallout with Rafe had brought you back closer to your friends, the Pogues. Kie had reminded you that there were endless boys who would be grateful to be in a public relationship with you. Since then you had started to go on dates again, nothing too serious though.
It had become an inside joke in your group that "your calendar was packed with boys."
It was almost the end of summer, you and the other pogues were partying at Boneyard. As usual. You had to make the most of the last days of summer.
However, this time you also singled out Rafe and his friends Topper and Kelce from the drunken youth.
And the whole time you were talking to your friends, you felt Rafe's gaze on you. You tried to ignore it. And at first you managed to do it well. You drank and danced, and had a good time.
Then suddenly you found yourself sitting alone on the edge of the party with a can of beer in your hand, all your friends somewhere in the middle of the crowd.
And then Rafe suddenly appeared next to you. He was already pretty drunk, but you couldnβt judge since you were too.
"John B, JJ, and Pope? Are you dating all three at the same time? Or are you sharing them with Kie?" His tone was mocking, but you sensed a hint of jealousy.