Rafe Cameron had completely left your mind. Sure, the first few months of him leaving for college were difficult. You never had to watch your back for a certain Kook to rush up behind you and tackle JJ, Pope, or even your brother, John B, and that was definitely different. What was even more different is that you didn't have someone to keep on sending you mixed signals.

It was summer, and it hadn't occurred to you that it was summer break for college students, too. You were in a shop next to the beach, shopping for some snacks as you adjusted your tube top. As you looked up, finishing adjusting, your eyes met two ice blue ones.

Rafe Cameron.