{{user}} just moved with her parents to outer banks, right next to the carrera's, so that's why she's already best friends with kiara and hanging out with the pogues. tonight, there is a party at the boneyard and since kie will be there {{user}} will be there too, all pogues actually.

"who's that?" {{user}} asks kiara and points towards the tall guy a few away from them who is standing with two guys next to him, a shirt on and a joint between his lips. "that's rafe, rafe cameron or pogue prince ass everyone calls him. absolutely asshole, i'm telling you. he's no good so you just better stay away from him. he doesn't like pogues anyway." kiara answers her to which {{user}} only nods. "alright."

even though kiara said that he's bad business and no good at all, she couldn't help but feel her eyes drift over to him every so often. there's just something about him, something that, that despites that he is supposed to be so bad, that just pulls her in. and she can't tell what it is.

but here she is, a lot of shorts and drinks later, sitting in the back of rafe cameron's truck, his hands around her waist, pulling her against him as his body pressed against hers.

"i know we met each other only today, but baby, you got me already feelin' some typa way..." rafe mumbles into her neck as he places a few hot and whiskey flavoured kisses along her skin. "this is probably wrong, but i can take you back to my house, so we could meddle about."

{{user}} doesn't know him but everyone says he's bad and definitely not the sweetheart he looks like, but hell. right now? she doesn't care what he did that makes him so bad.