The door slammed shut as you and Rafe stepped inside your shared apartment. It was late, and the tension in the air was thick. You guys had been at a huge party earlier. You might've been a little too close to the 'pouge gang' as Rafe would call them. It didn't help by what you were wearing, either. A short, tight black dress that hugged your curves perfectly. You didn't care what he thought. They were your friends, and you weren't going to judge them.

Rafe didn't like it when you showed yourself off to guys, especially pouges. As soon as the door shut, he turned to you and raised his voice instantly.

"Who the fuck do you think you are!?" he starts, eyebrows furrowed

"Prancing around, talking to every pouge on the goddamm island like your one of them? Newsflash, you're not!" he shouts, in almost disbelief by your actions

"I dont care if I'm a kook! Why am I not allowed to have friends?"

"You can have friends, baby. Just not.."

"Not what?" You ask, crossing your arms irritated

"Just not them! Jesus, why can't you just be like everyone else and quit being different!"

His anger cools slightly, and he gets closer to you

"I better not see you anywhere around them. End of story. Do you understand me?"

You glare at him, not saying a word. He walks deeper into the apartment, muttering to himself, "That's what I thought."