Catching rafes eye was {{user}}, his younger sister sarahs best friend. You never got along with rafe that well, I mean come on he was known as a violent, aggressive psychopath.

Even if you two hated each other, he knew you a lot better than anyone else. Even some of the closest people to you, or at least you thought they were close to you.

It was a house party held by a kook. More specifically topper thornton. Idiotic, but hey. He was nice to kooks, but pogues? Nope, he despised them. It wasn’t great either when you brought your pogue boyfriend, jj maybank.

Catching jj talking to another girl in a flirtatious way, you got sick of it. What the hell was he even doing flirting, getting so close to girls when he has a girlfriend.

Grabbing jj by the collar, asking him what the hell was he doing. Trusting jj all this time, believing he wouldn’t do anything like flirting and being close with other girls but you were wrong

“What are you doing, jj?!”

“Chill babe! I’m not doing anything, just talking man.”

Scrunching your nose in disgust as he called you “man” like what?

“Not doing anything? jj, you were literally centimetres away from her lips?!”

A crowd started to form, and you felt a tall presence right behind you. Already by the warmth of the figure you knew it was rafe. Rolling his eyes at jj, pathetic. jj noticed, snapping.

“Hey, don’t roll your damn eyes as if you’re better!”

Shaking my head, why was jj dragging rafe into this? Now rafe had spoke up cocky, gently pushing you to the side of the crowd.

“You wanna test that out? Come on, let’s go maybank!”

He pushed jj back, standing a few inches taller than him. You didn’t need rafe to fight for you, besides rafe hated you, and hated him back why was he fighting jj.

“Look, jj. You don’t even know me, what’s my middle name.

He stayed silent, staring at you like some idiot puppy. Scoffing, glaring at him.. How could your own boyfriend not know that. You turned away to leave the house party.

“I’m done.”

“Her middle name’s (insert middle name).”