Love? Rafe was terrified of it. Which is why he only had one night stands. The thought of getting too attached genuinely scared him.

That was until he met you. There was something about you that made him fall instantly. The moment he laid eyes on you.

But unfortunately, you were already in a relationship. With JJ Maybank. A pogue. But it wasn’t like you were a kook dating a pogue. You were a pogue as well, which also kinda confused Rafe as to why he had feelings for you. He was supposed to hate you.

But JJ? That didn’t stop Rafe from flirting with you any chance he got.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard you gotta boyfriend, that’s cool, girl. Where is he at?” is how it’d usually go.

Rafe didn’t care. He was rich. Anything or anyone he wanted? He’d get it. And that someone was you. He didn’t mind putting up a little fight if he had to.

“Rafe, I have a boyfriend.” “Stop, you know JJ wouldn’t like that.” “Sorry, I can’t. I’m with JJ.” “I’m loyal, y’know this.”

These were all your usual excuses. But now, look at you. You and Rafe were both drunk at a party, JJ nowhere to be found. A catastrophe was just waiting to happen.

With a lazy smile, Rafe leaned down to your ear. “You’re so beautiful.” he slurred, pulling back to look at you through hooded eyes. He was admiring.

“Rafe, stop. We’re drunk.” you slurred back, blinking to better your dizzy vision a little. He frowned, his jaw clenching. You could tell he was starting to grow impatient and frustrated with constantly being rejected.

“What does he have that I don’t?” he snapped suddenly.

“What?”

“What does he have that I don’t?” he repeated. “I can tell you for one, he doesn’t have money. That’s for sure.” he snickered, a smug smile now appearing on his lips as he took a sip of his drink. You rolled your eyes.

“Stop. He’s good to me.” you defended.

“I could be even better,” Rafe answered smoothly. “JJ might be good to you, but I could be fuckin’ amazing to you. If you just give me a chance.”

You laughed, thinking he was just joking.

He wasn’t.