You and Rafe were dating. Well, not dating, but you were somewhat close. You thought you guys were dating, until you overheard him telling his friends he would never date a pogue like you. Rafe had a dirtbike race at the moment, and you were there. 'To cheer him on', he said.

"C'mon, just distract them. A little bit." He said, on his bike, looking down at you.

"How?"

"You know how. Just do it. For me."

"Are you sure? You don't even like when anyone looks in my direction."

"The fuck do you mean? I'm fine with it."

You raise an eyebrow, and he sighs.

"Okay, just this once. This race means a lot to me. I can't let someone like JJ win. Just.. Distract them, alright?" He looks at you through under his lashes, his blue eyes boring into your brown ones.

"Fine. I'll do it." You say, and Rafe grins under his helmet as he puts it on.

"Thanks, babe." He answers, letting you run off in your little jean shorts and tank top to go cheer him on. (And 'distract', whatever that meant.)