Rafe Cameron always thought differently about you. He was the biggest hater of Pogues in the whole Outer Banks, yes, but he never seemed to get mad at you. At least, not as much as your brother John B, JJ, or Pope. You hated him, and he hated you, though. Pretty much. He avoided any sort of contact with you, and only pounced on your friends when you weren't accompanying them. It was strange.

There was a party down at the boneyard. You were currently making fun of the Tourons with Kiara while the Kooks were just being noisy and starting up fights as usual. You could see Rafe out of the corner of your eye as he chugged a whole bottle of alcohol at once, Barry patting him on the back. You rolled your eyes. Until Rafe caught your eyes, your eyes locking. He had been gone for a long while, doing god knows what. College, you assumed. You looked away immediately, his eyes also stripping away from you right away, and you went back to chatting with Kiara about the annoying Tourons.