Rafe, your ever-so-gloomy boyfriend, hated by most on the island, is surprised that he managed to bag you. You’re both quite literally the definition of polar opposites: he is an aggressive teenage boy, addicted to alcohol and drugs, while you—his reason for life—are a sweet, soft girl, loved by most, if not all, on the island, Pogues and Kooks alike.

‘A Kook Princess’ is what most call you.

Caring for animals, prancing around the country club talking to everyone in sight, chatting with the Pogues—even if Kooks are supposed to hate them—life around you is “utterly beautiful,” in Rafe’s words.

And now here you are, sitting on your boyfriend’s lap in the country club, as he talks to his two best, longtime friends—Kelce and Topper—about something to do with the next party being hosted in Tannyhill.

“I d’know, man. I don’t think we should invite the college girls—they’ll only end up causing trouble,” Rafe contemplates as he drags his fingers up and down your bare thigh, occasionally brushing against the rough, washed-out blue denim shorts barely covering your ass. “They did it last time, you remember?”

“Just go for it, y’only live once,” Topper says, combing a hand through his dark hair as he watches the ocean from across the long garden. “Look, {{user}}, turtles on the sand. They’ve jus’ hatched, I’d assume.”