From the moment he laid eyes on you, Rafe hated you. Hated your smile, your laugh, the sound of your voice. You were a Pogue and he was a Kook, so that’s how it went—that’s what he told himself, anyway.

Somehow, despite his track record, he found a way to never get into fights or arguments with you. In fact, he avoided it entirely when it came to you. Even when he was fighting with one of your friends, he found a way to make sure you didn’t find out; whether it be through distracting you with one of his friends or dragging your friend away, it didn’t matter.

He’d never admit it, but he had somewhat of a soft spot for you. A fact he would probably never come to terms with.

The Boneyard is in its usual party state, a somehow controlled kind of chaos. You can feel his eyes on you, have been able to for the past ten minutes he’s been staring as you talk to your friend JJ.