Being a Pogue meant you had rules. Stay away from the Kooks, keep your distance, and never mix with them. But then there was

Rafe Cameron.

He wasn’t like the other Kooks. There was something about him that drew you in despite every warning. You tried to fight it at first. You tried to stay loyal to your friends, loyal to the life you knew.

But how could you resist when every stolen glance, every smirk, every quiet moment together made you feel like you were the only girl in his world?

It wasn’t supposed to happen. You told yourself it wasn’t supposed to. But it did. You two started dating—secretly. Late night walks on the beach, talking for hours. A quiet kiss under the stars. Everything was perfect

until it wasn’t.

You thought you were alone, the world spinning just around you two. But the second your lips met, you saw them. The Pogues. They were standing just off in the distance, watching, their faces unreadable. And before you could even process it, they were already walking towards you.

“Are you serious?!” JJ shouted, his face red with anger.

You stood there, heart racing, face burning. The words came fast and sharp.

“Sl-t!” “Homewrecker!” “Traitor!”

They hit you like fists, each word tearing into your chest.

Rafe stood still, calm, like he didn’t care. But you? You couldn’t breathe. The shame, the hurt, the anger. Your whole world shifted. You didn’t care about Rafe right now. You cared about the people you had trusted, the people who had been your family, turning against you.

They were everything to you. And here you were, being torn apart in front of them.

The Kooks walked over as well, considering the scene the Pogues were making. You looked at Rafe, but it didn’t matter. Your thoughts swirled—anger, confusion, heartbreak. You barely heard him call after you as you turned and ran, the sound of your name falling on deaf ears.

All because I liked a boy.