The clinking of half-empty glasses of champagne, the laughter of wealth and power, the vibrant music surrounding from all angles. All of this described Midsummers, a celebration awaited by every respectable Kook girl eager to show off yet another necklace gifted by her parents, or a fantastic dress she's got.

{{user}} although clearly not a huge fan of this ostentatious event, she still looked forward to it with anticipation. Each year, the event became louder than the Fourth of July, even though it was merely a celebration of the summer solstice. However, the only thing that had changed since last year was that she had solidified her relationship with the rather famous throughout Figure Eight, Rafe Cameron.

And one could say he was popular in society, as the son of the renowned old man Ward, but Rafe wouldn't be Rafe if he listened only to his father,studying hard in his last years at Kildare Country High School. He was a wild, impulsive, crazy guy, any Pogue would whisper.

"Hanging with that asshole, are you?"

A sharp voice sounds in your ears, as you listen to JJ's apologies of accidently bumping into you. You don't even manage to turn around,when your date appears beside you, glowing in his blue suit. His arm casually drapes over your shoulder.

"Surprised to see Pogues here at all. Well, except for Kiara, of course."

Rafe snorts, you notice his jaw tighten with each moment. You don't see his face fully, but you're certain he's looking at the uninvited guest with sheer disgust

"What did you just say?"

JJ’s voice finally breaks through the surrounding noise. You realize if you don’t stop them, these light taunts will quickly escalate into bloody noses.

"Rafe, stop it," you mutter. Rafe almost instantly turns to you, his face slightly softening.

"What? Babe, I was just getting started."

He says, as his signature smirk appears on his face, suppressing your desire to object. His ocean-blue eyes play with yours as he slightly leans in as if to catch your reply.