Pretty When You Cry ୨୧ Rafe Cameron

one

Rafe hated Isla Routledge. He hated all Pogues and she was no exception. He's know he's hated her since the very first time he laid eyes on her in the second grade, playing in the sand with JJ Maybank.

Nowadays, he hated the way she lit up the room at every party she attended. Every time she was around she was laughing. He hated her smile. The way she looked; long dark blonde hair down to the bottom of her back, tanned and toned body, ice blue eyes. He hated her morals. Her authenticity. And worst of all, that how attractive she was made her hard to hate.

That didn't matter though, not a bit. He was against the Pogues. He wanted nothing but to make their lives hell, after all, all they did was make trouble.

There was a party at the Boneyard, full of Pogues, Kooks, and tourist alike. Gathered around bonfires, lounging on beach chairs with an alcoholic drink in their hands. Everyone was too busy drinking, mingling, or smoking to be aware of Rafe's actions.

'What's up Routledge,' he smirked at Isla, as she was separated from the rest of the Pogues for a moment to get a drink and he was doing the same. Her energy shifted quickly from relaxed to pissed off. She grabbed a shot cup and poured some Fireball in it and quickly took a shot, downing it all in one motion. After that quick action she walked off with her Mai Tai, giving him the finger as she left. He thought to himself; what a bitch.

Hours later, moonlight covered the beach and Isla was distracted, drinking and chatting with Kiara. JJ, Pope, and her brother John B had left to go piss. Rafe Cameron was nowhere to be seen.

Isla and Kiara had no idea Rafe and his Kook friends had ambushed them, giving them a beat down behind some tall palm trees a little ways down the beach. They finally noticed when they saw a glimpse of their fight between the trees. They knew exactly why this was happening.

The other day when Pope and JJ were delivering some groceries for Pope's dad's work, Topper and Rafe asked if they could have one of the beer from the case they carried. When Pope said no... well you can imagine what happened. So, in return they sunk Topper's boat. This must be the backlash of that.

'You've gotta be kidding me,' Kiara groaned. The two girls jogged over there, a few people followed noticing the scuffle.

Rafe was mid-beating JJ into the ground, his face was beat red and his nose was bleeding like crazy, and he was barely fighting back. Rafe didn't even seem to care, he just continued pounding into him.

'Jesus you're gonna kill him! Stop!' Isla demanded.

Rafe stopped in his tracks when he heard her voice. He chuckled to himself, standing up to look her in the eye. He towered over her. 'Or what? Huh? What are you gonna do about it Pogue?'

Before she knew it, she was kicking Rafe Cameron in the crotch. He fell to his knees in agony. The fight was over now, and everyone was just standing around, laughing at him. He looked up at her with rage painting his face.

'Apologize,' he said.

'Fuck you,' Isla answered.

Rafe could barely contain himself. He wanted to strangle her. He glared at her in that tiny little black tank top. He hated this girl, more than anything. He hated her bloodline, her friends, even her face. He held himself back from doing something that could get him in a lot of trouble.

Isla knew what he was thinking, how angry he was. She also knew he was a bit of a psycho, it was obvious in the way he just bet up JJ. She would be scared if she wasn't surrounded by friends who wouldn't let a thing happen to her, and her brother who would kill Rafe if he laid a finger on her.

'Watch yourself, Routledge.' Rafe said before walking off with his minions.

Isla bent down to check on JJ. He looked so defeated, blood dripping down his face. 'You good?' she said softly.

'Yeah,' JJ quivered, 'I'll be fine.'

'Let's all go back to the Chateau. I can't stand being here with those preppy assholes,' John B suggested.

This was the only benefit to having no parent of guardian around. Isla and John B could do whatever they wanted. Their house was basically the whole groups home when they needed it.

'Yeah, my parents wouldn't like me coming home this time of night,' Kiara agreed. She was right, her parents would kill her if she went back to her house on figure eight at midnight with her breath stinking of alcohol.

'Coming?' Isla lent a hand to JJ to help him up. He nodded and took her hands, letting her assist him to stand.

'Rafe is fucking crazy,' JJ groaned, wiping the blood from his nose.

Isla looked across the beach at Rafe and his friends. He was enjoying a beer and a blunt as if he didn't nearly kill her friend.

'He's a dick,' she agreed.

The group headed back to the Chateau. Kiara crashed in Isla's bed with her, which creaked as she laid on it. The Chateau wasn't much, but it was Isla and John B's home. It reminded them of their dad, and it rested on a beautiful piece of land.

The two girls lid on the bed next to each other, staring at the ceiling. 'Everytime I think those Kooks can't get any worse, they get worse,' Kiara sighed.

'I'm glad you chose us,' Isla laughed. She was so grateful for Kiara, she was her best friend after all.

'I wouldn't be able to put up with any of those people for even a second,' Kiara stated, 'especially the Cameron's.'

The Cameron's were the most insufferable family on the island. They had enough money to cure homelessness, instead they spent it on trying to get even more money. Sarah Cameron was the Kook Princess, she basically ran the island. Isla noticed that she wasn't at the party though. She was probably too busy getting a massage or something. Ward Cameron was your typical rich asswhole who pretended to be this hardworking dude, and everyone fell for it, even John B. Isla and him worked for Ward, cleaning his boats and stuff, since their dad used to be 'friends' with him. Isla always questioned how that was even possible. Then there was Rose, Ward's trophy wife and the kids stepmother, and Wheezie, the youngest and only normal one in the family.

And last but not least, there was Rafe. A psychotic asshole. He was full of himself. He was attractive, and he let everyone know it. Girls chased him for this money, but past a single hookup he was pretty much untouchable. He got whatever he wanted. He did drugs, bet people up, everything wrong you could possibly do- yet he never faced a single consequence. That's the life of a Kook. They do whatever they want and nobody says anything. When pogues do the same, they end up in trouble.

'Life's not fair,' Isla sighed.

'Yep,' Kiara said.

'I wanna get Rafe back,' Isla replied.

'How? Cus I'm in,' Kiara asked.

'I don't know,' Isla said.

The two girls drifted off to sleep, along with the rest of the group scattered around the house.

a/n: hope you enjoyed this first chapter <3 any suggestions would be appreciated, any feedback at all