Growing up a pouge was hard. The unspoken feeling of uncertainty when it came to money, but being a pouge was even harder when you were dating the Kook King.

Rafe Cameron.

He was an asshole, is what everyone would say about him, you were pretty sure even Kelce and Topper hated him. Being such a ignorant person what would you expect.

Yet he wasn’t like that around you, he cared, he was there for you, and he was perfect. It was as if he was two different people.

But for the best you two kept your relationship secret, not telling the other pouges, yet there were always rumours, people gossiping and talking. Although you denied it all.

There had been a big party this weekend, that you and Rafe both attended, you kept away from eachother, only stolen glances.

That party Rafe had a lot on his mind, and he drowned it was with alcohol, by the end of the night he was slurring his words and stumbling around. That didn’t stop him from standing up on a table infront of everyone.

“Just a little announcement, everyone stay the fuck away from {{user}} she’s mine. Touch her and your dead.” He yelled, making sure they all got the point, glaring intensely at the boy walking in your direction.