𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒, RAFE CAMERON

✧˖°𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

YOU AND TOPPER Thornton have been together for nearly four months now, those four months being the best months of your usually boring life. Your Pouge life.

And because of that; Topper's friends weren't exactly your biggest fans. Of course, they'd be nothing but kind and respectful towards you when whenever Topper was around. But during the times he wasn't, they always treated you like garbage.

Well, except for Rafe Cameron—who was considered Topper's closest friend. He'd always ignore you and the trouble his group puts you through.

You always wondered why he wouldn't do or say anything—even if it was something hurtful and insulting. You've heard from everyone that he's the biggest Pouge hater in Outer Banks. Yet, he couldn't care less about the Pouge who was dating his best friend.

"Topper stop— I'm serious!" You laughed, grabbing a hold of his wrists so he'd stop tickling your sides while Rafe, Kelce and two blonde girls being in the same room the two of you, just chatting among themselves.

Rafe glanced at you and Topper, silently studying your interaction between the two of you as Kelce and the two girls continued chatting away.

He found it kind of amusing watching you struggle against Topper as he relentlessly tickled you. But there was a tinge of annoyance in his expression as he watched the two of you, especially at how you clutched to Topper with such a big smile on your face.

A bitter feeling of envy settled inside of him as he continued to watch you cling to Topper's body, your smile wide and cheeks rosy pink from laughter.

"Topper!" You squealed out his name, finally managing to escape his grip, standing up from the couch you were sitting on to run away from him snd further into the room.

Topper, with a playful smirk on his face, got up from the couch and quickly chased after you, his longer legs allowing him to catch up to you before sweeping you off the floor into his arms and hugging you from behind.

Rafe's eyes darkened again as Topper caught up to you once again. The grip on his beer became tighter, and he had to clench his jaw to not say anything.

Kelce glanced at him, noticing the change in his friend's expression. "Something wrong, man? You look like you have a stick up your ass."

Rafe quickly gave Kelce a glare before looking in the other direction. "M'fine, man." He huffed out, taking another long sip of his beer.

Another scoff left his lips as he watched you giggling as Topper held you to his chest.

Kelce, knowing Rafe better than anyone, could see right through his bullshit. "You sure about that? You've got your 'I'm pissed off' face on right now. What, does Topper have something you want?"

Rafe almost choked on his beer, he turned to look at Kelce with disbelief. How the hell does he know?

His glare returned to Kelce for a moment, contemplating on admitting to the feelings he had towards you. But the only thing he managed to get out was a low grumble. "You've got no idea what the hell you're talking about." He said under his breath.

Kelce chuckled, shaking his head as he took another quick sip of his drink. "Don't I, Rafe?" He smirked. "You know, it's okay to acknowledge that you, maybe, have the hots for a not just a Pouge—but Top's pouge."