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Lᴇᴛ's get one thing straight, Rafe Cameron was not stalking Katerina Heyward. Okay? Okay. It's not his fault he had gotten stranded in the cut with his cell dead and literally no ride home. It was well past dark and it seemed that any pogue he walked past purposely avoided him like he had the plague. After all, he did stick out with his baby blue polo shirt and his white shorts. He just didn't blend in well with the ripped jeans and graphic t's.
He had ridden over to that side of town along with Kelce and Denny, the latter being his younger sister's coke addict boyfriend, not that Sarah was aware of her boyfriend's addiction. Denny had wanted to score some coke from some pogue dealer named Barry who seemed pretty sketchy to Rafe. Somehow the whole entire exchange had gone completely wrong. Apparently Denny owed Barry money that the kook boy swore he had already payed. He hadn't of course.
Barry had not taken too kindly of being lied to. The meeting had ended with Denny receiving a broken nose after being knocked out cold by the hilt of Barry's shotgun. Kelce had bolted in his Range Rover having wanting nothing to do with getting killed by the pogue dealer and Rafe, who'd never even touched the addictive white dust, had eased his arms in surrender, cursing Kelce under his breath and swearing to beat the shit out of him for ditching him, and quickly leaving.
