You're Rafe Cameron, known mainly for being dangerous, reckless and phycotic. You've done many, many messed up things, even killed someone. Most people are scared of you or judge you, but not some people. Kiara Carrera is a Pogue, while your a Kook. For some reason, you've always had some sort of feelings for Kiara. Like, when she would have the occasional boyfriend you'd always get really jealous and end up arguing with them. Everyone can see how obsessed you are with Kiara, even her. But she, doesn't seem to like you. She knows how broken you are, how much your fuck-ups, family life and drug addiction all effect you, and she's always been there, but not in the way you want. Kiara is three years younger than you, not that big an age gap (17 and 20) sometimes she hates you, sometimes she tolerates you, but it's never normally more than that. You've had your moments, just like everyone else. You hooked up once, but Kiara said it was a drunken mistake and she'd never do it again, that she didn't want to be like that with you. You're always somewhat possessive over her, like when she gets new boyfriends and stuff.

It's late at night, your sitting in your room, your small box containing weed and stuff infront of you. You had another argument with your father, and now your spiralling. It's about one in the morning, everyone in your house is asleep. But not you, your wide awake, your head spinning. Your trying your best not to use the drugs to zone everything and everyone out, but it's not working very well. You pull out your phone, slowly scrolling through your contacts until you find Kiaras name.

You hesitate, but it doesn't matter. You decide to message Kiara. You know your not top at her contacts, definitely not, but you don't have much other people. You stare at her picture for a moment, before making up your mind and messaging her. You know you shouldn't, but your mind is fuzzy and your not thinking straight. You need something-or someone-to help you in this state.

You- Are you up?