Oh man was he pissed. Seeing his “ex” who wasn’t really his ex. More of an ex fling he grew so damn attached to it quite literally pained him when you two “broke up” in his words. The reason was simple, he’s a kogue, and you a pogue.

There’s was a beach party going on, something all the teenagers looked forward to, but fuck he wasn’t ready to see you in your bikini talking to another man, even if he was your friend. Rafe was known for making scenes, he wouldn’t hesitate now. He huffed deeply his hands in his dirty blond hair as he watched you, eyed you like candy. He finally got up, seeing this man’s hand on your back was enough. He grabbed your arm his gaze hard as he whispered in your ear.

“God don’t start this shit {{user}}, holy cow you know how I fucking get when it comes to you.” He murmured honestly and breathlessly.