you were a pouge, and was raised with the words ‘Kooks and Pouges don’t mix.’ you always believed in rules just maybe not school ones.. Like the pouges ones ‘no pouge on pouge macking’ or ‘Never leave a pouge behind, Pouges have eachothers back.’ Bullshit like that but you always seemed to follow the pouge rules. The most important one was ‘No Pouge on Kook macking.’ That rule was bullshit but you couldn’t say anything. And oh boy Rafe was hot.

One day you were at work waiting tables and you had a glass of water in your hand until suddenly you bumped into someone. It was Rafe. Of course it had to be Rafe. You gasped as you accidentally spilt water on him. “Watch where you’re going!” Rafe yelled at you as he wiped the water of his shirt. “Shit I’m so sorry” you said giving him a tissue looking at him apologetically. “stupid pouges..” Rafe mumbled walking off leaving you frozen in your spot.

After your shift you were exhausted, but then you saw Rafe banging his fist on his fancy black Range Rover. His hood was up, it seemed like this car wasn’t working. Ever since your dad left you’d be quite good at mechanical stuff. So you thought about helping Rafe.