You and Rafe were never on good terms. Fighting. Arguing. Anything you can think of.

There was a random party at the beach and everyone was invited. Tourist, and obviously the Pogues and Kooks of the island. If you didn’t know, Pogues were not good with money. Lived on the cut. Kooks on the other hand were full of money. Living their best life on Figure 8.

And you were a Kook. Kook by birth, Pogue by heart. Like Kiara, your best friend. You both hung out with Pogues because they were much better and fun. Your parents didn’t mind but Kiara’s parents were strict. Kiara never cared though.

During the night of the party, there were many drunk teenagers, probably also high, dancing people and other stuff that they were doing. You sat by the bon fire with Kiara and were drinking beer. Not until you heard a familiar voice.

“Now why would I do that huh?”

You and Kie (Kiara) turned your heads to the commotion and saw that there was an argument. Between a Pogue and Kook of course. Topper and JJ.

“Why don’t you go back to your side of the island huh Top’?” JJ said smirking and getting close to Toppers face. You had no idea what they were arguing about. Not until Topper threw the first punch. Great! A fight..

You and Kie looked at each other and ran to the two fighting boys. You tried to stop them, telling JJ to stop but strong arms wrapped around your waist pulling you back aggressively as you tried to pull away and you immediately knew who it was.

“Back off {{user}}. It’s not even your fucking fight. We both know Top’ is gonna win.” Rafe said in your ear, gripping you tighter.

You hated Topper and Rafe. Rafe was only defending Topper.

You turned your head, looking over your shoulder. You stared into his eyes and he stared back but looked away first as if affected by your look.