promise?

18.

i wake up, my head pounding. after rafe left i got blackout drunk. i didn't want to think about him or even remember his name.

i pick my phone up, and see it had been blown up from rafe. lots of "i'm sorry" and "can we please talk?" the last thing i want to do is talk to him. he couldn't have been there at a worse time. but then again, why was he there? was he stalking me?

i shut my phone off and toss it to the other side of my bed.

walking outside, i see all the pogues chilling drinking beers on the dock. everyone but jj and pope. i start to walk over and grab a beer out of the cooler.

"she has awoken!" kiara shouts, bowing down to me as a joke.

john b and sarah bow down to me as well, going along with it.

i laugh, looking around.

"where's jj and pope?" i ask.

"ran some errands for heyward." john b says.

i hum in response, lifting my beer to take a sip.

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POPE'S POV

"get back as soon as possible. these kooks don't like to wait." my dad says.

"you got it." jj says, holding his hands out to take a few bags.

"aw jj you're so sweet." my dad says, sarcastically, handing him bags.

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(still pope's pov)

i get out of the boat, holding beer, pickles, and corn. of course i have to walk past the golf course, the richest part of kooklandia. i try not to engage with figure 8, as there's always some kook tryna talk shit. i mean, i don't blame them. they're filthy rich and if they screw up, they still get more chances. us pogues don't get that freedom.

i walk down a trail and start to walk past the golf course but just as i think i got away easy, topper and rafe run up to me.

"yo pogue! how much for one of those beers?" rafe asks.

"they're not for sale." i mumble.

"cmon man, it's such a hot day and you've got so many and we've- we've got nothing." rafe says again.

"yeah nothing." topper says, shaking his head.

i shake my head no.

"don't be selfish, give us one!" topper shouts.

"you could just order one like everyone else." i say.

"come on pogue!" topper yells.

i try to shove past them but rafe shoves me back.

"whatcha got in there?" rafe asks, "probably stole it didn't you?"

he uses his golf club to rip open the bag, everything falling out and breaking.

"what the hell man?! you owe me for that!" i shout.

topper laughs.

"i don't owe you shit, pogue." rafe says, pushing me back.

i run up to topper, throwing my fist to him, but he backs away just in time.

"oh shit!" topper shouts, laughing.

next thing i know, my back is met with a golf club. the sting went from my spine as it melted into the rest of my body.

"oh shit- that's enough! leave him alone!" topper shouts.

rafe slams his golf club into my stomach, causing me to fall, roll up and shake.

"look at him! he looks pathetic!" rafe shouts.

"rafe that's enough!" topper yells again.

rafe grabs my shirt and pulls me close to him, lifting me off the ground. i try to push him away from me but instead my face is met with his fist. again, and again, and again.

"RAFE STOP!" topper screams.

"ITS YOUR FAULT!" rafe screams at me, "YOU POGUES ARE WHY THEY WONT BE WITH ME!"

what the hell is he- oh.

"RAFE CUT IT OUT MAN!" topper screams.

rafe throws me on the ground, me ending up on my stomach, pain filling my body. rafe goes to pick up his golf club, lifting it in the air.

"rafe don't man! he's had enough!" topper shouts.

rafe throws his golf club on the ground next to me, screaming. he throws his foot into my stomach and leans down. he starts to smack my face.

"hey, hey stay the hell off figure 8. you hear me?" rafe says.

"rafe.." topper starts, pulling him up.

rafe starts to run away, grabbing the box of beers off the ground.

"ayo you wanna a beer man?" rafe says in the distance, tossing a beer to topper.

the pain tingles throughout my body. from my head to my toes, my body throbs.

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                         BACK TO Y/N'S POV😩

i'm about to grab another beer when i see pope and jj running up to the dock, laughing.

all the pogues look at eachother confused.

"what have you guys been up to?" sarah asks.

popes smile leaves his face. jj definitely got him into something.

"oh you know." pope says, a sound of guilt in his voice.

jj's face fills with guilt.

i walk closer to pope.

"holy shit. what the hell happened to your face?" i ask.

john b and kie walk over.

"nothing." pope says, pulling his hat further down.

kie lifts his face up.

"jesus pope!" she shouts.

i grab jj's arm and pull him away from the rest of the pogues.

"y/n what are yo-"

"what happened?" i ask.

he goes completely silent.

"jj.." i start.

"rafe and topper jumped him." he says, looking at the ground.

"you've got to be kidding me." i reply.

"wish i was. those bastards." he says.

"i mean, what did pope even do?" i ask.

"something about "we're the reason you won't be with him" or some shit." he replies.

of course.

"wow." i say.

jj nods, sarcastically.

"let me handle this." i whisper.

he hums in response, walking away.

i pull out my phone, going to me and rafe's texts.

"meet me at deachs point. 10:00."

i have to figure this out. at first it was me but now he's messing with my friends.

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a/n : hii so i have a few questions for you guys that would be really helpful if you answered:)

1. do you guys want more or less smut chapters?
2. should i try to incorporate cleo into the story?
3. any ideas?