It was late at night, or perhaps early in the morning. The Chateau's lights were all closed off, because of your brother John B, and everyone else sleeping. Your lamp was open as you hunched over your desk, on your phone, scrolling through texts with your best friend, Sarah Cameron.

You suddenly got snapped into reality when Rafe Cameron's name blared on your screen. He was calling you. You guys were somewhat enemies, somewhat friends, so you were confused. He was a Kook, you were a Pogue. But you became close ever since you had to help him melt the gold from the cross because you 'owed him' for some shit you did as a teenager.

You picked up.

"Hey.." Rafe's voice sounded husky, sounded off. He was slurring. He was drunk... Or high.