||- rafe was a lawyer, of course. he only got the job because his dad is a absolute legend to the kook society of the obx. you’re not a kook, but your not a pouge. your paretnts had a enough money to send their diamond of a daughter too law school you had to jump at the opportunity. when a woman framed for a murder she didn’t commit, she had to find someone who would defend her. the lawyer she was given wasn’t exactly the best, so she did what any other normal woman who was being blamed for the murder of her husband and she had no money, firing her lawyer. when the woman finds herself a 19 year old law student, aka you, your not exactly, thrilled. - ||

“excuse me?” a voice asks from behind “ma’am, spectators sit on the benches, not on the tables, that’s where the big lawyers sit.” rafe smirks as you turn around “well hello pouge.” he crosses his arms “and why are you here?” he asks

“uhm, im defending my client?” you reply

“good luck.” he scoffs “you wont get past me, even you know your clients a murderer.” rafe smiles down at you, hes wearing a black suit and a black tie. he slightly made you doubt yourself, no. no shake it off, you tell yourself. make this courtroom your bitch