Old Money - Rafe Cameron

Chapter 1

A/N: Hey! This is my new Rafe Cameron fanfic. Before you read I want to clear some things up...
- First, there are mentions of alcohol, drugs, and adult other adult content.
- Second, I know that Rafe is a murderer in the show. I don't care. It's fictional and he looked hot while he did it.
- Third, the OC can look however you picture her. I don't want to give her a photo because I'm leaving it up to your imaginations. I picture her looking like myself.
- Fourth, face cams were posted later for other characters. Look after chapter 31
- Fifth, most characters are from Outer Banks on Netflix, aside from main character and some other side characters. Credit for that goes to OBX writers and other crew
- Sixth, chapters marked with a * are ones with sexual content
- Seventh, vote, follow, and comment for more chapters!

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The harsh sound of her phone buzzing against her white wicker nightstand woke Audrey Bennett from her sleep. She reached over with her eyes closed and swiped her phone off the surface, causing it to land softly on the area rug. However, even with it being cushioned by the wool rug, it still continued to buzz.

She turned onto her back, her eyes blinking open slowly as the bright sunlight entered her eyes. She hated mornings. Well, that's not true. She hated feeling tired. But she loved the warm Outer Banks sun, the sweet songs of morning birds, and the sound of her phone buzzing, still, all the way down there on the carpet.

"For fucks sake." She whispered and mustered up the strength to lean off her bed to grab her phone that she stupidly threw on the ground.

She just missed a call from JJ Maybank, but she also had apparently missed three others, as well as five text messages from him, eighteen messages from the Pogue group chat, three from her family chat, and two from Sarah Cameron.

JJ<3
come the fuck outside
yo
look at the water rn
AUDREY
dude istg

I just woke up
Give me a fucking minute

She sat up and rubbed her tired eyes, even in the midst of summer she found herself always wanting more sleep. I guess that's what you get staying up to ungodly hours smoking with your friends.

She slipped on a bathing suit and covered it with a tank top and shorts, before emerging into the large hallway, and JJ was right. If she looked out the large window at the end of the hall, she saw the HMS Pogue, carrying her four friends.

Audrey Bennett was born kook. She grew up with a lavish lifestyle. She had everything handed to her since the minute she was born. But when she entered the eleventh grade, she met a ninth grader, Kiara Carrera, a fellow kook who also had a love for surfing and saving the ocean, and they became a close pair, and later Audrey became close to her three best friends, John B Routledge, Pope Heyward, and JJ Maybank.

She took a quick stop in her kitchen to say good morning to her parents, but nobody appeared to be home. They must be out golfing. After all, it was a Saturday in Outer Banks, what else would a kook family be doing?

She ran down her lawn and the dock and by the time she reached the boat, they were all teasing her.

"Did we interrupt your slumber, your highness?" Pope asked.

"Your chariot awaits." JJ stood and offered his hands to help her step onto the boat but she slapped it away, rolling her eyes at him and taking a beer out of the cooler.

"Beer already?" She questioned, popping the cap off. "It's not even noon."

"And yet you're still drinking it." JJ teased. Audrey held up a fist to fake punch him but he dodged it and pretended to tackle her, picking her up over his shoulder instead.