Rafe Cameron... a ruthless, rude, egotistical rich kid who thinks he can get anything he wants just because of his name. Known for driving around in his sports car with a different girl every week. "Sup Routledge," he said as he drove by, with some bimbo who was only pretty on the outside in the passenger seat. "Go bury yourself, Cameron," I said, rolling my eyes.

"I'm throwing a party tonight... I want you there... leave your brother at home," he said. I didn't understand why, but lately, he's been giving me these annoying remarks. Have I changed a bit over the summer? It's true I'm no longer 16... I've got some curves now... why else would he be talking to me like this?

"Why... why do you think I would go to your stupid party?" I wasn't going to fall for his nonsense. "Suit yourself... but you're invited," he said and drove off with his beauty.

On my way home, I thought about it more deeply. Maybe I should have some fun. I'm tired of just being John B's silly little sister to everyone. I got home, put on a black leather skirt and a black lace bodysuit, and headed out.

The party was in full swing. I had never been to a party before. "So you came after all," a voice behind me said. It was Rafe. "Yes, but definitely not because of you," I said and went to find something to drink.

As time passed, I was a bit drunk, as I had never really drunk much before. Suddenly, Rafe seemed less... unbearable? What's happening to me? Why am I even thinking about this? Are these the side effects of alcohol? That you start liking someone you absolutely can't stand? This must be a bad dream... or not?

Dang girl, get a grip, he's a Kook and you're a Pogue, this guy has bullied you your whole life! I told myself. But as soon as I saw him not far from me... tall, dirty blonde... just a few meters away... but four years older. As I was daydreaming, he suddenly appeared next to me. "Hey... so we've met again... now you won't run away from me... or are you planning to run away again?"