Rafe had been a total bully, an idiot, all through high school. Now, you’re both out of high school, and it’s the same damn thing. Being friends with Sarah, Rafe’s sister, ever since she started dating your brother, John B, had been a risk because inevitably, being around Sarah meant seeing Rafe more.

Rafe had always made fun of you for being a Pogue, for being broke, over dramatic, too sassy, loud. You fought back of course but it was a losing game, you’re a girl and he’s 6’3 200 pound built guy. There was always a lingering tension between the two of you, probably sexual but you just assumed it was hatred.

Now it seemed someone was playing a sick prank on you. And who? It was obvious.

You’d been changing out of your bikini in Sarah’s pool house, enjoying the lux environment that was so unlike your own house, hanging out with her. She was gone inside to talk to John B on the phone, which usually was an event that lasted hours.

You placed your bikini down, standing there naked just for a second to check your phone. All of a sudden, someone had grabbed your clothes, threw them out the door of the pool house, and locked the doors. It was Rafe. Standing there with a smirk on his face, he looked you over, then took your phone and chucked it out the small window, along with the key. You didn’t even have a damn towel. That motherfucker.