𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚 ✰ 𝐫. 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆

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I sit and watch her.

That fucking smile of hers could light up the whole damn beach.

I hate her.

I sipped on my beer whilst Topper talked my ear off, I must've zoned out at least ten minutes ago.

She was messing around with those pogue friends of hers, I can't fucking stand any of them.

But especially her.

She's everywhere I go.

When I'm in the comfort of my own home at Tanneyhill (or lack there of), she's there with Sarah.

If I'm playing a few rounds at the country club, she's there working.

When Topper and Kelce drag me to the boneyard, she's fucking there.

I can't escape her.

They're always up to no good, those fucking pogues. And her brother might just be the worst one. He's messing around with Sarah, I just know it. Topper's my guy of course, but he can be fucking clueless sometimes.

"You know, I actually caught Sarah in a lie the other day. Must be those pogues messing with her mind man, right Rafe? Rafe? You listening to me bro?" Hearing my name repeatedly come out of Topper's mouth brought me back to reality.

"W-What? Yeah man, fuckin' pogues." I shook my head to play along with whatever the hell he was on about.

I don't even know what he said, I was too busy watching her kick off her denim shorts onto the sand, leaving herself only in a red bikini.

I wasn't watching her in a creepy way, at least I didn't think I was.

Even from afar I could see the golden sand sticking to her thighs, her long wavy brown hair falling down her back as she removed her hair clip.

My eyes followed her frame as she picked up her surfboard out of the van and followed the rest of her friends into the ocean.

She looked like she belonged in the water, the way she smoothly paddled through the waves whilst laying on her board, to the effortless moves she made to ride the wave all the way back to shore.

She had ten times the skill than those other fucking pogues.

God I need to get a life.

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