You have always been a kook, born and bread. But, for a time, you were a pogue. Running around the cut with your best friends, John B, JJ, Kiara and Pope. But, after some time, you woke up. You realised that no matter how much fun you had with the group, they always treated you differently.

At first, you hadn’t noticed it at all, but after some time, they began getting more bold with their behind your back whispering and sly comments. It really made you wonder why. They treat Kiara as one of their own, dispite her being a kook, so why you? what was so different about you for them to constantly have something to say?

When the whispers never died down, you realised you had had enough. You cut all contact with your so called friends and began permanently having around figure 8.

That was when you became properly introduced to Rafe Cameron.

He was nothing like what the pogues had described him as. Before, you would never stand within 50 feet of the man, but now, you feel yourself being drawn closer and closer to him. And he feels the exact same way about you.

Never in a million years did you think you’d find yourself saying that you feel more yourself when with Rafe fucking Cameron rather than the pogues, but here you are.

Right now, you’re at a party somewhere in figure 8. Oh how you wish you were standing alone right now but it’s the opposite. JJ and Kiara are standing before you, the pair shouting various insults and threats in your direction.

Suddenly, you feel a hand on your waist, pulling you behind them. You look up and see Rafe, if looks could kill, both of them would be in a morgue.

“You don’t come on my side of the island and threaten someone i care about. Going after {{user}}? Bad fucking move! You leave her alone or i’ll kill you, alright?”