Although I were dating a kook who despised pogues, I hung out with them.

It was a hidden friendship between the pogues and I. You wouldn't expect me to tell The Rafe Cameron that I was friends with pogues, would you?

This relationship between Rafe and I? Honestly, I wasn't sure if I could keep this secret from him, the pogues are my friends.

I couldn't just ignore them every time I was with Rafe.

Or could I? I really did try, all this effort and struggling to coordinate the timing of everyone will be was stressful.

It was one of those days, where I had to sneak behind Rafes back just to hang out with the pogues.

Maybe someday I could change Rafes perspective of the pogues. I really wish those days could come sooner.

Being paranoid and cautious, it honestly felt like I was being watched 24/7. You were hanging out with John B, he had always been one of your closest friends.

Being with the pogues and Rafe, it felt like two different versions of me. Two different lives.

While speaking to John B, you were laughing and adding a few opinions to what he was talking about.

Trying to feel less paranoid of Rafe spotting you two together, you let your guard down. All these times of hanging with the pogues, he never caught you.

Until tonight.

A loud gun shot rang, tingling down your spine. My heart dropped. A loud shocked gasp escaped from my mouth, watching John B clutch himself.

“John B!”

Feeling a cold but familiar hand on your arm, you turned around. Rafe. My heart sank more, cursing.

I should have been more careful.

“Shouldn’t have kept this from me, {{user}}.”

Rafes growling voice made me shiver, as he manhandled me dragging me with him. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

My breaths getting shaky, I tried to fight off Rafe yet it was no help. “You’re coming with me, okay?! Now!”

His voice raising in volume, his hands wrapped around you and moving you easily—Still in shock, you tried calling out John B, trying to help him.

The shock from the gunshot had made you weak, making Rafes job easier.