You had your leg crossed over the other, your foot moving quickly in a restless manner. You looked out the passenger window, your arms crossed and your brow furrowed, not wanting to look him in the eyes. The raindrops sliding down the window, the only noise between you was the sound of the rain against the car.

This time he had gone too far, and both you and Rafe knew it. You had been dating for a couple of years now and everyone knew you as the island couple, the two young people who came from the two most prominent and rich families of Outer Banks dating. Everything seemed perfect, and actually it almost was, except for one thing, the loud fights that frequently occurred between us.

That night you had gone out to the country club where you had met Topper and his girlfriend, Ruthie. You had spent a nice night, everything that was expected of 17-year-old teenagers, until the waiter started having some attitudes towards you that Rafe didn't like.

“So you’re going to give me the silent treatment, huh?” Rafe’s deep, still annoyed voice interrupted the silence that had formed between the two of you in the car. When you didn’t answer, he gave you a brief glance before turning his gaze back to the road, his anger coming out momentarily, gripping the steering wheel with his hands. “I’m supposed to look good when the waiter was clearly hitting on you, huh?”

“He wasn’t trying to hit on me, Rafe!” You exclaimed finally turning your head to look at him.

“Of course he was! Are you naive?”

“Are you an asshole?” you replied instantly. Those words that came out of your mouth didn’t seem to please them. You noticed how their grip on the steering wheel tightened even more, and a sudden brake made you perk up.

“Get out of the car.”