Every year, the kooks throw a huge halloween party, all older teens on the island are invited.

Sitting on a stool in the kitchen, you are dressed like pirate, basic i know, but you were rushed as your friends practically forced you to come to this thing before running off and ditching you for the first boys they saw.

Your eyes are wandering around the various costumes at the party before you hear a stool being pulled out from beside you.

You look up at the tall guy dressed in black, who’s face is hidden behind a ghostface mask but from the scent of his cologne, you knew who it was straight away.

“Rafe.” You greet, making him lift up the mask, unleashing his signature smirk.

Honestly, he was the last person you had expected to actually dress up for this thing. Although you don’t know Rafe too well, you know him enough that he was probably just planning on turning up with a white contact lens in his eye and call it a day.

Just as he was about to speak, a group of random girls walk over, approaching Rafe.

“Rafe, let’s go play spin the bottle.” One says, trailing her hand down his arm.

His eyes glance down to her hand on his arm before pulling it away. “I’m good.”

After a few more attempts from the girls, they give up, finally turning and storming away.

“Not a big fan of attention?” You ask.

“Only yours.”