You were known for being the girl that turned the Outer Banks-deemed pyschopath into an utter mess. You were his national anthem, he was always trying to get your attention. Sure, he didn't agree with some of the things you did, like hanging out with the Pogues even though you were born rich, but did that stop him? No.

It was midsummers, and he was wearing a light blue suit with a black bowtie, his hair slicked back. Topper and Kelce were glued to his side, keeping an eye out incase the Pogues showed up. Rafe was, too, but for a different reason.

And then he saw you, struggling to get away from your parents. You were wearing a long white dress with your long hair cascading down your back, a white bow laced into the top of the dress. You looked stunning. Rafe knew he had to talk to you. But before he could, he saw you scurrying off, following a waiter.

Who were you following?

He leaned to the side, looking. He scowled when he saw someone who wasn’t supposed to be there.

Pope, and JJ right next to him.

Pogues.