𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | RAFE CAMERON

Eleven | B E T R A Y A L S

We go back to the boat the next day and watch the camera now that water was still, there was no gold. But that didn't crush our hope. We were adamant on finding out if there was another map somewhere. John B was the one who decided to take the lead on this small detour. I on the other hand went to work at my shift before I was late.

The afternoon sun beat down on the manicured greens of the Country Club, turning the air thick and humid. My tennis skirt clung to my thighs, and my crop top felt like a second skin, but I was used to it. This was my life, my summer job until we find the gold. If we find the gold.

Today, I had a new distraction, Rafe.

He was on the green with his buddies when it happened. His ball landed into someone else's game and the man yells, "Hey come on now!".

"Shut up!" Rafe yells back. "Jesus."

I roll my eyes at them and spot Pope taking his deliveries, "Hey Pope!" I wave.

"Hey Scarlett!" He waves back with a smile.

Rafe had been watching our exchange with a mixture of annoyance and something that looked suspiciously like jealousy. He went over to Pope, his golf club clattering against the grass as him and Topper stopped in front of him.

They were antagonizing him with their golf clubs, trying to get a drink. Then suddenly Rafe breaks the whole bag open with the swing of his golf club.

"What the hell! You owe me for that." He shoves Rafe.

"Dude I don't owe you shit, Pogue." Rafe says, walking back up to him.

Then suddenly Rafe is hitting him with his golf club making him double over and fall onto the ground. "Stay down bitch!" Rafe yells enough for everyone to hear.

I quickly go over as fast as my golf cart can go and step in between them. "Dude! You know I can get you kicked out of here right!?" I step up to Rafe, "Leave the kid alone."

He looks at me, his eyes slowly softening, "Alright, fine! But if that kid starts making trouble don't come to me to handle it."

"I don't need you to handle anything." I say. "Now go!"

He looks at me once more before going back to his game. I turn to Pope, he's still rolling around on the ground in pain. "Are you okay?" I ask him.

"Ah," he lets out, "I'm good just... my back."

I help him up and gather his delivery, going to my golf cart for an extra bag and putting the belongings inside. I hand it to him, giving him a pat on the back, "You good now?"

"Yeah." He grabs the bag from me, "I really need to get this to the customer though."

"Okay. Just be careful, alright?" I say.

"Okay, thanks." He nods, going about his way.

I continue my shift trying to brush off what happened. Rafe called me over to his game and I roll my eyes, driving to them.

"Don't mind him," Rafe said, referring to Pope, "He's a bit... well, you know."

"Slow." Topper finished.

"That's not cool that you beat him up." I roll my eyes. "He's just a kid."

"They put a gun to toppers head, he had it coming." Rafe explained. "They hit us we hit them. They're not as innocent as you think."

I question his response for a second. Maybe my mom was right, maybe I was in over my head working with the Pogues.

"Okay well, would you like any refreshments?" I asked, covering my annoyance.