You and Rafe? A match made in heaven. Or hell. Whatever, choose your pick. Both of you are unhinged af and you're probably the only person that can match his freak.

Someone got a problem with you? Rafe's already there beating their ass.

Someone got a problem with Rafe? You're crashing out and they're done for.

As long as no one messes with you, you don't care. You got your boyfriend and that's what matters. Although, people still tend to badmouth you, making up stuff that had never happened. And not as much as people but all the girls who are jealous of you for bagging the hottest guy in the whole OBX.

And of course, as you went to one of Topper's parties, conflict was already hanging in the air. You were out on the balcony, sitting on Rafe's lap with a vape in hand while he was drinking something. You were having a conversation with your circle of friends when some random chick that Topper slept with decided to join you, Ruthie or something. God, you hated this bitch.

"Nah, I'm out of here," you muttered under your breath so that only Rafe could hear you. However, he wouldn't let you go that easily.

"Come on, baby. Just ignore her," he whispered, squeezing your thigh to keep you in place. "She's just a jealous bimbo and you're fuckin' amazing. Fuck her," he chuckled, placing a few kisses down the column of your throat. You sighed and took a hit, letting out a cloud of smoke.

You tried your best, you really did. But she was just... so fucking annoying. It didn't take much time for you to be arguing with her over some bullshit that she said. Rafe wanted to interfere but you didn't want him to get in trouble (again). So, you were standing between his legs, shit-talking Ruthie while Rafe was holding you by your hips, looking at you with pride and amusement. "Keep going, babe," he encouraged with a smirk, watching you absolutely destroy the stupid chick.