You were a pogue. Rafe Cameron despised pogues. You were what he drunkly called an 'amost-making-it-exception,', meaning he didn't hate you as much as he hated JJ, Pope, and the others. It wasn't always like that. You guys were enemies throughout all of your childhood. It was sophomore year in high school when things changed. You got invited to a party by one of Rafe's friends, as you were Sarah's best friend, and you guys got along somewhat for the first time.

He liked you. He said he hated you; he didn't.

'I keep recalling things we never did.'

You and Rafe were on the beach with some of Rafe's friends, Kelce, Barry. Some others. He just came out of the water while everybody else swam, sitting beside you and rolling the towel around his neck.

'What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh, Only in my mind.'