is it a little weird that this is your life? definitely.

i mean, being a pogue, but the secret girlfriend of rafe — the island’s biggest pogue hating, golden boy/frat boy is pretty complicated.

you’re not even his type.

you, tough, but a pogue that’s mainly quiet and reserved. shy and the literal embodiment of sunshine, are not his type at all.

and yet, you’re dating, but pretending that you hate each other.

and no matter how many girls he flirts with at this bullshit party or how many drinks he has, or drugs that he could do, it wouldn’t be enough to make him stop thinking about you. or stop him from watching you with dancing with sarah, across the room.

it would be suicide if he revealed your relationship tonight, in front of all of the kooks, especially in front of his friends, and sarah and the rest of his family.

i mean, the pogue princess and the frat boy king of obx? dating?

yeah, that’s social suicide.

but, he really can’t take it anymore.

which is why he cuts off what topper’s currently venting about, most likely his problems with his relationship with sarah, and starts towards you and sarah.

when he stops in front of you both, he cuts off your goofy and giggly dancing with sarah, grabbing your wrist and pulling you off to the side, shocking his sister.

“come with me, princess.” he murmurs into your ear, towering over you, as usual.

he ignores the baffled looks of his family and his friends, the judgmental stares of all of the kooks, and the surprised, yet annoyed expression of sarah’s, on you both.

no, he’s just focused on you as he pulls you into him, refusing to let you go or to focus on everyone else that’s watching you both.