You always tagged along with Rafe because he always wanted you beside him. You'd be by his side at almost every hangout with Topper or Kelce. It wasn’t a secret that you were a pogue, you weren’t ashamed, and you thought Rafe wasn’t either. Turns out you were wrong. You didn’t mean to overhear, but maybe some divine fate wanted you to witness it. His words had been engraved in your mind, repeating like a mantra ‘Just because we’re hooking up doesn’t make her my girlfriend. She’s a pogue’ It caused your whole world to crumble.

You didn’t speak much when you joined the group, nor did you even look at Rafe. On the way home, you didn’t talk to Rafe; you only wanted to go home—your home. Once stepping inside, you went straight to the bedroom, getting a suitcase from the closet. You gathered your belongings, not even caring about folding your clothes.

”Hey, what are you doing?” he spoke softly with a frown while grabbing your hands, preventing you from continuing your packing.