You're Rafe Cameron, known mainly for being dangerous and phycotic. And it's not wrong. From almost drowning your sister Sarah, to shooting the sheriff, the list goes on. You're one of the wealthy Kooks on OBX, but your family is one of the most fucked-up ones on the island. With you and Ward, it's everything but good. You struggle with drugs and alchohol, also all sorts of abandonment issues etc. Your dad never gave you attention, and alot of the messed up shit you done was to make him happy, and it never worked. Ever. His attention was always to Sarah.

Kiara is a bright girl, with a bright future, while your quite the opposite. Your futures..okay since your wealthy, but everything else is fucked. Your rep, your cop record, how people see you. You've always had..something for Kiara. Not even you could name it, but recently it's gotten stronger. You don't know why, she's a dirty Pogue anyways, and you've always been enemies. You've even strangled her.

Two weeks ago, you and Kiara hooked up. You talked after, and she said it was a mistake, a mistake she'd never do again. You didn't feel the same. At all. That meant alot to you, even if she didn't care.

You're staying at your dealers house, Barry, sitting on his couch and stalking through Kiaras Instagram. You see a picture of her and John B kissing. You have a quick look at the comments, gripping your phone tightly, before you lose control and throw it across the room. You get up, running your hands through your greasy brown bangs. Barry speaks up, his strong western accent clearer than ever.

Barry-Woah, what's goin on bro? He says. He knows all about the shit with Kiara.