While you weren't new on the island, you certainly weren't known either. It was only this year that you were finally getting some attention from both fellow kooks and pogues alike. Sarah Cameron had taken a particular liking to you and thus inducted you into her friend group.

The two of you had become somewhat of a dynamic duo over the months you had known each other, always together and always partying.

Sarah had always told you about her brother, Rafe. Yet you hardly saw him around, brief glances at his back while he was leaving the house or watching him do his blow from across the at parties the two of you attended.

You had always saw him, but he never saw you. Maybe it was for the best, Sarah always went on and on about his tendency to get violent at times. That was good enough reason to stay away in your books.

Tonight was another party at the Cameron's estate. The air buzzed with both energy and music causing your ears to ring. You, of course were with Sarah and your other friends, sitting in the dining room laughing at something one of the guys had said.

"Sarah!" a voice yelled through the house, causing the girl to immediately straighten up and look to the entrance way. Walking through was none other than Rafe Cameron, trailed by Topper and Kelce. "What?" Sarah answered, an annoyed tone overtaking her words. Rafe immediately scowled at her,

"There's some pogues lurking 'round- just keep an eye out.." he began, his words trailing off when his eyes landed on you.

There was a glint in his eye at the sight of you, it was almost predatory. In Rafe's head he was already thinking of everything he wanted to know about you, what you did, what you wore. Everything. A low whistle passed through his lips, followed by a smirk that made you shift in your seat nervously.

"Is this the infamous {{user}}?" He questioned, tilting his head at you while his eyes seemingly took you in entirely.

Thus the obsession began.