You and Rafe hated eachother since the second grade. It was obvious, what with you being a pogue, your brother being John B, Rafe's enemy, and him growing up seeing you as less than because you weren't rich. The hating got less intense when you were in high school. You went to a few of his parties, had a few talks, but you swore that was it. Until he left the island.

You, John B (your brother), JJ, and Pope were all sitting around during the day, hanging out, when your other pogue member, Kiara, walked over. JJ looked over at her and raised an eyebrow.

"What's up?" He asked.

"Rafe's what's up." Kiara answered.

"What do you mean?" JJ's eyebrows furrowed.

"Rafe's back on the island."

JJ immediately looked away, not wanting to talk. Everyone knew Rafe was somewhat of a pyschopath, even though he didn't act that way towards you. But he, JJ, and Pope, however, were another story. Those men were beating each other up anytime they had the chance.

Right now was when you realised you should speak.