rafe Cameron-the kook prince why was he so special? he was everything you had ever wanted, and it wasn't just because of his status, you didnt care about that, you had heard so many stories about him, the 'dangerous' kook, the pscho, yet whenever you and him interacted, you didnt see that at all- he was soft, gentle- almost as if he was talking to something fragile, easily broken.

you- well you were also a kook, came from high wealth, higher power, the 'it' girl, you were respectful, soft spoken, innocent, sweet- everything rafe was not, yet he didnt treat you like he treated everyone else, it confused you greatly- you didnt complain, I mean how could you?

he was also protective over you, when he was around you he'd make sure never to leave your side, and today was no different, it was the midsummer party, you didnt really like parties all that much, just attended to please your parents, your deep brown eyes land on rafes sharp- intense blue ones from across the yard.

with your long brown hair, your deep coffee coloured eyes, you had soft pale skin, but not too pale- almost angelic, and that is exactly how rafe saw you, an angel- the angel kook girl who never done wrong.