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When your parents moved you over to the obx with short notice and very little sympathy for your soon to be uprooted life, you weren't exactly sure what to expect. What you most certainly weren't expecting was a town with complex dynamics, a corrupt community with extreme division between the rich and the poor and very little intermingling between the two groups that went as far to name themselves, as the one singular friend that you had made since your arrival had sat you down and explained in detail. Sarah Cameron was one of the few people who associated with both groups and from what she had explained, it had been no small feat trying to be accepted by both.

It was still taking a lot of explaining, as you asked many questions, trying to understand the dynamic that only people who grew up here would understand. But just like that, she took you under her wing and did the hard work for you, introducing you to both pogues and kooks and letting you decide for yourself who you liked better. But so far, Sarah remained your one and only friend made. It wasn't that you didn't like anyone else, just that you couldn't get comfortable with them like you could Sarah, and sometimes you didn't understand how Sarah got so close to people who seemed so caught up in the status of their wealth, whether opulent or not.

"So... you call it the cut?" You walked along the warm pavement with Sarah, sandals in your hands as you asked about the millionth question that day.

"Yeah, well everyone calls it the cut. Not sure who came up with that," she shrugged as she stopped at the wood steps to let you toe your sandals back on and pull the elastic from your hair, letting it fall in waves along your back. The salt had done good for your locks and you were starting to feel like a real beach bum.

"Y'know, no one really cares if you come in in your suit, everyone does it." She laughs, referring to the loose button-up that hung over your shoulders. You shrugged and she took the hint, letting you trail behind her as she walked through the doors, momentarily letting the booming conversation flow from beyond the confines of the country club until you stepped in and closed the door behind you.

Sarah was right, you could already spot a few girls in their two pieces with drinks in their hands as they eyed the two of you walking in. You nearly got lost staring back at the many eyes that looked over until Sarah grabbed your wrist and led you to the group of boys, calling Sarah's name and standing to let the two of you into the booth. They let Sarah in first, then a blonde boy came to sit next to her, one that you could tell was feaning to be seated between the only two girls there. You slid in tentatively, hip pressed to the boy's who seemed ready to pull you into his side. Then, Sarah's brother, who you had only met once and barely been able to speak to because you had been so busy eyeing him as he walked around the house shirtless, making you too hot and bothered to even defend yourself against Sarah when she scolded you.

As soon as everyone was seated, Sarah gave you a look with a roll of her eyes which you accounted to the boy between you as he sat back with a long sigh and slowly slid his arms over the two of you. Sarah elbowed him in the side with a growl, but you were stuck there, not knowing him well enough to push him off of you.

"What? Don't be jealous I've got bitches and you don't," he nodded at Rafe and when you turned you realized it was because of the death glare that Rafe was sending him. Topper howled with laughter at his own joke, but Rafe didn't seem to find it nearly as amusing.

"Bitches? That's my fucking sister, Topper." Rafe rolled his eyes and while you would have liked to think for a second that he was angry because he was jealous Topper had his arm around you, that thought quickly dissipated.

Topper completely ignored Rafe and leaned down to make eye contact with you, where you sat like a scared little kitten, out of place and wishing that Sarah had never answered that call to come hang out when the two of you were sitting side by side, asses in the sand, talking about what your life was like back home. "I'm Topper," he said cooly, while you gave Sarah a look that screamed 'get me out of here.'