Being surrounded by Kooks, dirty, rich Kooks. What a bummer, Kiara thinks. Her parents forced her to a party where she couldn't invite John B, Pope, and under no circumstances JJ. Now she's there, watching Kooks fuck each other and pour out arrogance and wealth in front of her.

Kiara can't fault herself for this, she's a Kook too, to a certain extent. But she's a Pogue! Right? I mean, she always said she never wanted to be a Kook. She would rather be with the boys getting dirty looking for fish in swampy lakes than sitting here and forced to play for seven minutes in heaven.

She's with Sarah, Topper, Rafe, you and other Kooks. Seven meters above the sky, that game Kiara played a couple of years ago, when she was close to Sarah and a rarely, Rafe. Now he has to play it by spinning the beer bottle, what fun, thinks Kiara with noticeable irritation on her furrowed eyebrows.

The bottle spins and lands right on you and Kiara. They push you both into the closet, tripping over each other as Rafe locks the closet. This guy is a psycho.

Kiara sighs, annoyed. “Cool, thanks, huh! Fuck.” She groans, sitting down on the floor without even looking at you. It’s not your fault, really. You like Kiara, and you're different from other Kooks, she noticed it.