family. | outer banks x oc

i'm so sorry

I have never been golfing before. It was more of a Kook sport, plus if I ever went to a golf course, it would be to clean the place.

"Not bad for a first timer." Rafe comments as I take a swing at one of the golf balls, making it in with three tries.

The Kooks begin babbling about the party they had the other night. I hear them mention lines, and I assume they're talking about coke.

"Why did you invite her anyways?" Rafe whispers to Topper.

"Uh, she's been around a lot. You know, cleaning and shit." Topper lies. "She's not that bad, I'm gonna be honest."

I begin to think he's not lying about that last part.

"Right." Rafe comments.

An old man yells at Rafe after a bad hit.

"Dude, shut up!" They yell back.

My attention is still fixated on the old men. I hear Rafe point out something behind me, but I don't turn around until I hear them talk about whatever they got distracted by.

It was Pope, delivering groceries.

"I don't think he's a member, do you?"

"It's fine just-- just let him go." Topper states.

Topper definitely only said that because he knew I would get mad if they even went near Pope.

"Rafe--"

"Let's go get your ball." Topper demands.

"They put a gun to your head, bro."

"Dude, I hit him in the side of the head with a beer bottle, and we're chill. Rafe, just let him go." I say.

"Shut up, this doesn't concern you."

Rafe starts walking towards Pope and I already know this will end up badly.

"Rafe, let's go get your ball man."

I know Pope will be so confused on why I'm with these two idiots. To be honest, I am too.

Rafe stops Pope in his path and begins poking at him. "Hey, how much for one or those beers?"

Why isn't Jj with him?

Pope begins to answer before getting distracted by my face.

"They aren't for sale." He states.

"What are you doing with these assholes, Leia?" Pope asks me.

"What did you call me?" Rafe yells. "You probably stole this shit, right?"

He tears open the plastic bag Pope was carrying. "What the hell? You owe me for that."

Rafe hits the other bag he has. "I don't owe you shit, Pouge."

"Rafe! What the hell? Leave him alone!" I shout at him.

"Dude, we just want one of these beers! Just give us one!" Topper teases, before pulling on the box of beer in Pope's arms. He pulls so hard that Pope falls to the ground.

Pope was clearly smaller than the two boys. This was an unfair battle.

"Topper!" I yell. I push Topper out of my way and run towards Pope, before getting pushed to the ground by Rafe.

I stay on the ground, groaning from the pain filling my back.

Rafe takes the golf club and starts hitting Pope, that gets me off the ground.